[h3] Anya [/h3] 

Anya laughed as Sam overexplained his own room. He was so self concious, she could only assume because of Dean’s teasing. But she found all of it rather endearing. She pulled her phone to her chest and typed a quick, “I think it’s great, Sam. Clean. Very…not gross bachelor pad of you.”

She read the message out with a laugh, and then stepped into the room to look over the movies he had obviously been collecting for a while. She pointed at a movie for a moment, and then pulled it and held it up to him. Her eyebrows raised as if to say, “What about this one?”

She turned the cover toward him to reveal that she had pulled “Dirty Dancing” which she was surprised he had. Handing him the movie, she kicked off her boots and stepped over to his bed, falling onto it and crossing her legs as she sat against the headboard casually. She pulled her phone onto her lap, and typed a message with a smirk.

“And no…you don’t have to sit in the chair. There’s plenty of room.”


[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean tapped his hands on the counter, once they had a plan. He still didn’t necessarily like the idea of running into this without sussing out if it was a trap or not. But he also had to trust Lexi as a hunter. He had to trust his own instincts and just be on guard. He stood quickly from his seat and walked over to Sam’s little computer area with the journal they had been reading from. He opened the scanner, and placed the journal onto the glass, printing out a detailed scan of the entry they had found.

As he did so, he felt a bit of a chill, and he looked up and scanned the room. He saw nothing, other than Lexi sitting in her chair at the table. He breathed out through his mouth, and saw no fog, and so he put the thought of being watched out of his mind…for the most part. But as the papers landed into the plate below the printer, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone.

He shook himself from his thoughts, and grabbed the papers and the journal, returning to the table. He tossed the journal on the table, and pointed at Lexi’s computer, “It should be there, but I have physical if we need them. I feel like we need a radio in here. I’m getting paranoid with all the silence and echoing. The mighty hunter…rawr.” 

As he teased, Dean sighed also, showing that he really was feeling a bit weird in the bunker, these days. Maybe it was PTSD. Maybe it was false hope he had given himself. But something wasn’t normal…

“So, let’s get him that info, get his address and bail. I need some fresh air anyway.”