[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya listened to Sam speak, her face twisting a bit into sadness over the fact that not only was his ‘sister in law’ not around, which Anya could only assume meant she was dead, but also that Sam’s memories of her were fond, which meant that Dean was likely in shambles.  She didn’t know him, or know if she even liked him, but losing the person closest to you was something she could relate to.

She took his ‘I’m fine’ at face value and decided not to press it further, and potentially open a new can of emotional worms, instead, concentrated on learning more about him in general.  Her sad look evolved into an amused smile at his answers, imagining such a serious person actually enjoying tv, but of course he did.  He had understood her Dr. Who reference and was obviously a nerd.

She thought for a moment, and then pulled her phone up, “Honestly, I love that.  I’m a huge nerd when it comes to tv shows and computers.  We could possibly chill out together sometime, while I’m stuck here and give the others some space after dinner?”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean blew air up from his lips to his forehead to prevent letting Lexi see him fanning himself, or seeing the red face that he had plastered on from their flirting.  Thankfully, she popped into work mode at the same moment he did.  When she turned her laptop around, he leaned in close and began reading some of the information that was, while very limited, telling of someone who was desperate.  Either they were being chased, or they had demon issues.  That was the only excuses he could think of.

“Well…”, he stopped, and pointed at the profile picture, which was vague, and seemed to be a pseudo face claim.  He frowned, and then pointed up toward the envelope to message the person, “Maybe we should do a little undercover job.  Get ahold of the buyer, pretend we might have a lead.  We have proof we can send if he needs it.  Then we shake him down for answers?”

He held his hands out, and leaned back in his chair with a ‘sounds like a plan, right?’ expression.  He then reached forward and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and poured some into his glass, “Might give Anya some peace of mind that we’re at least working on this.  We can go tomorrow if he’s as excited as he seems.  He’ll answer tonight…”