Dean barely looked at her when she spoke, but he did listen intently to what she was saying. She was really insistant on hanging around him for some reason, and she barely knew him. He wondered what it was about his sorry state that was attracting her so much, he didn't think self loathing and hurting guys attracted women so well, but Shan was seeming to prove him wrong on this thought.
When she said she would involve herself however, he did look at him with wide eyes and held onto her shoulders, firmly but not to the point where he would hurt her. "No, I can't involve you and you can't involve yourself- what I do... what I'm trying to do is dangerous and I'm not having you get involved and possibly hurt. I have to do this alone, it's better this way. I've already lost one per..." He began to ramble off sternly, but he couldn't let himself finish saying "lost one person".
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes briefly, he let himself sigh deep in his throat, before opening his eyes again, "I'm not risking anymore people around me getting hurt...please, respect that." He said to her. To be frank, her stubbornness was reminding him of Jo, when she went along on her first hunt behind Ellen's back anyway. That day he learnt a lot about her, and although it was an awkward time, he was fond of holding that memory.
Shaking the thought of his mind mentally, he looked at Shan again, "Please...I don't want you getting hurt... but if you wanna help you can help me find a witch's shop in town.. I heard there was one here, that's why I'm here." He said to her, keeping his reasoning for wanting a shop of that sort classified information.
Lexi, smiled at Sam, when he rose his eyebrows in amusement. She had totally picked his curiosity about her, and she was satisfied with that. That's what she wanted, him to be curious about her to the point where he would always find himself wanting her attention in some way or another.
She chuckled beneath a smirk when he smacked her ass as he walked into the briefing room and sat down on a chair 'Right where I ant you, in my grip' she thought to herself, as she then followed him into the briefing room when "soldiers" came in with another monster in tow and a bag over his head. Sam beat her to the punch with asking what it was they caught, and when they answered with Djinn, it was now her turn to have her interest picked.
She watched as they walked passed her, and she couldn't help but make her gaze down down the monster's front and check out his arms. She had heard Djinn had tattoos that covered their bodies and she wanted to see for herself. Luckily for her, she saw the tattoos on his arms just before they disappeared into the skin. "Huh.. interesting... verrry interesting..." she muttered to herself, before walking over to he table and she just jumped up and sat herself on the table. She was never one for sitting on chairs.
When one of the soldiers came back, he looked between Sam and Lexi, and walked over to her sniffing her. "Dude... seriously?" She questioned, leaning back away from him. "Lexi you smell like sex... and your hair is seriously post sex hair" He remarked and it made her laugh. "And what of it?" She just said back in a smart ass attitude.