[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya didn’t quite believe Sam when he said he was okay.  There was obviously some pull of baggage in this room, the same baggage that seemed to hang over both brothers’ heads.  She didn’t dwell on it, however, and concentrated on the way that he said she could stay in the library as much as she wanted.  Letting a smile that didn’t reach her eyes spread across her lips, she replaced a book she was holding, and sighed.

He didn’t owe her any explanations of what had happened in their lives that had them sharing what felt a lot like unrepented grief.  He barely knew her.  She would squeeze it out of him eventually.  She stepped off the small platform, brushing her fingers across another book, and walked to stand in front of Sam with a small smile.  Pulling her phone, Anya typed a message, “So, I’m seeing that I might be intruding on something.  Maybe it’s just me reading into things, like some super power of the quiet.”

Anya thought out her next sentence, and wrote another message, “But even if there is a girlfriend, I’m only here as your aquaintance.  I have pure intentions, and once I find what I need, I’ll be out of here.  What exactly does Sam Winchester do with his alone time?”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean rolled his eyes at Lexi, but he was even more intrigued than before.  She tried to write him off, pretending that there wasn’t a very specific sexual tension in the air around them.  Possibly, that was due to how fast they had moved, and bonded, leading to those thoughts cropping up, the way they did for Dean when he had her in the weapons vault.  He pointed his finger at her, and shook his head, “I am not a tease.  I am the most straight forward man that you will ever meet.  But if you keep up the pace…I might have to change that.”

He smirked, and looked down at his book, just as she mentioned the case again.  He took a few deep breaths to try and cool himself off but then looked up, “You need to cool down.  Maybe it’s the whiskey.  You seem out of control.”, he teased, and turned the page of his book.  Truthfully, he also wanted to slam this book shut and just run off with her, but he knew that if Sam came back into the room, only to find them wrapped up in each other, he would be good and pissed at Dean.

But then again, the way Sam shoved them together, Dean wasn’t completely convinced that was the case.  Sam might be just relieved they got it out of the way.  He tapped on the back of the book as he absentmindedly read through the journal in front of him, until a sentence caught him by surprise, jolting his heart almost as much as Lexi had.

“June 10, 1960:  May have to hide the gun in plain sight with a human.  Why would demons look for it, outside of the Men of Letters.  We don’t share much.

June 12, 1960:  It has been 24 hours since giving the gun to that human.  And he is now dead.  He appears to have been attacked in the middle of the night, along with his wife, child, and two dogs.  We have failed him.”, Dean read, before tapping the book aggressively, “Maybe some hunter took a page out of these idiots book, and put a human on the chopping block for the Colt after we lost it.  I mean, hunters don’t have it.  Unless demons have it, why wouldn’t hunters give it to a human…and in this particular case, Anya’s dad.”