Dean's reply to him made Sam smirk and roll his eyes, giving him the teasing look of 'yeah yeah, alright dad'. "I know and I will" he said out loud however, before still hovering to make sure he could hear what they both wanted from the kitchen. At times Dean's over protectiveness over him when it came to injuries could be annoying, but this time he fully understood it and so he always let it slide, knowing it was Dean's way of knowing that everything was alright. 

"I'll bring the pot and mug out" he confirmed to him, not finding it surprising that Dean planned on being up for a long time and with the look his brother gave him, he knew instantly why. He nodded at Lexi's request also for a beer and continued his walk to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone in the war room whilst he focused on getting a fresh batch of coffee made up for Dean and grabbing a couple of beers for himself and Lexi as well as grabbing some painkillers and some water to see to his headache. 

Lexi turned her attention back from Sam's exit of the room to Dean when he asked her once more if she was certain she was okay, the constant worry and paranoia of her well-being being a welcome familiar feeling to her. She gave him a small smile to try and reassure him as much as possible as she listened to his offer to join him for a movie until he was satisified that she wouldn't just pass out at the drop of a hat. The intense gaze he gave her caused a tight knot in her own stomach, a knot that almost could be described as butterflies in her stomach as she hadn't been given such a look in such a long while. 

"I'm sure I'm fine. I can take a hit, I'm a tough girl." she told him with a soft smirk. "My eyes aren't bloodshot this time or my head bleeding so it's already a plus" she added with a soft half chuckle, then realising she wasn't sure if he would find such a comment amusing. Yet what she said was true as she still remembered the hunt where she got into a fight with vampires and she got her head bashed into a brick wall so hard it cut her head open and made her eyes go bloodshot. It wasn't a night she ever wanted to recreate as that night she considered it a miracle she got back to her motel room before vomiting and passing out on the floor....alone. 

"But the idea of a movie to ride out the next six hours does sound good" she smiled as Sam returned to the war room with Dean's pot of coffee in one hand and a mug and the two beers in his other. He placed all the drinks down on the table nearest to Dean then grabbed his own beer.