[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya scoffed, rolling her eyes at the fact that Dean made fun of Sam for being a nerd.  Of course he did.  He didn't exactly seem the most moldable of humans, and maybe even a tiny bit prejudice against anything that didn't fit his narrow view of the world.  They were going to have a lot of fun together…

She tightened her hand in Sam’s as he led her down the hallway toward the first area he wanted to show her.  Honestly, she wanted to try and prove to him that she did want to be his friend, and that even though she was stressed, tired, and disappointed in his dismissal, she could forgive him for it. As they stepped into the first room, she raised her eyebrows as soon as they hit the landing.  The room was expansive, and full of pre-World War 2 era computers that she had never seen before.  A couple of them even lit up with their green cursors blinking wildly.

She pulled her hand from his for a moment, as he stretched his arm out to the room, and pulled her phone up, “This is amazing! Even the smell is amazing!”, she pressed play and then ran over to the nearest working computer, running her fingers over the old slick black keyboard with a wide smile on her face.  She pulled the phone back to her front, and when she pressed send, she turned back to him and smiled, “It’s crazy that you live here.  With all of this.  Imagine if you could use it all, and stuff.  I would never leave.”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean nodded, and raised his eyebrows, tipping his glass toward Lexi when she confirmed that she wanted to take the shot.  He was hoping for that answer, and the look on his face was almost that of pride.  He was proud of her, for being tough enough to at least be willing to keep hunting, despite the horror she went through.  He stopped at the last words she said, at first, ‘her tragic backstory’.  He swallowed a bit heavily, and turned his eyes down to the table, as the thought of talking about Mika in anything other than vague explanations caused his stomach to plummet.

“Yeah, well…we all have backstories.”, he started, but he couldn’t help the smile that threatened the corners of his mouth, even if he didn’t necessarily feel the same way.  She wanted to be open with him.  She wanted to have those hard conversations, and he didn’t know if he could reciprocate.

“I um…I’ll get there too.  I honestly feel the need to ask you a million questions, but I…I don’t know if I can um…”, he stopped talking, tapping his glass on the table in frustration before clearing his throat, “Talking about things isn’t exactly my strong suit.  I’m more of the eternalize and ruin my liver type.”