[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya’s face lit up a bit when Sam agreed that watching movies with her sounded like an actual fun idea. Even though she was pretty sure he was just excited to have someone to hang out with that wasn’t just his brother. She didn’t care. She was just excited to get to know him, and it’s not like she had anything better to do in the near future. She was “stuck”.

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her chest at his description of Dean’s movie taste, but she also shrugged as if to say ‘it could be worse’. His question of her taste caused her to glance up at the ceiling with a thoughtful frown, and she chewed at her lip for a moment, before coming up with a few things. She furiously typed on the phone, and then pressed the send button causing the phone to read out her thoughts.

“I’m honestly into whatever shows up. I like the old horror shows of the 90’s and lovey dovey movies. I’m down with anything where the guy gets the girl against all odds, especially if they seem perfect for each other but are from completely different lifestyles and all that. So, I guess…horror and romance? Nerdy stuff mostly includes Star Wars and super hero movies. You know, the usual. So, I’m literally good with whatever. You seem sappy enough to relate.”

As the phone finished reading, she chuckled and scanned his face.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean sighed in relief that Lexi seemed back on task as she typed out her message. He read the message over before she sent it and tilted his head to the side, impressed by how simple her take was. The guy did seem a little too eager. So, the simple message was probably for the best and the odds of him responding and giving them everything they wanted were pretty high.  

“And waiting means…sitting here…”, he muttered awkwardly. He ran both his hands down his face and looked around the room, before awkwardly stretching his arms above his head. As he settled, he turned his eyes back toward Lexi. “So, what do we do while we wait for him? I mean, in any other situation, I would say strip poker, but we’re on a job so…that might not be best…”

At that moment, he realized he was leading himself right back into trouble, teasing Lexi when he was barely calm, himself. Knowing that she was attracted to him not only felt wrong, being in the bunker, but it also made it incredibly hard to keep his hands and his eyes to himself. He cleared his throat, and brushed his hands through his hair before smiling.

“Or we can both cool down before I have a stroke. Work. You know…we gotta work. I wonder what Sam’s up to!”