[b]SAM[/b]

The moment Anya smiled softly after he said he would like to get to know her better, he felt relieved that she didn't feel like running off and he wasn't coming across as a bad guy. He wanted to see the good in Anya, as he did with most people. He trusted his gut with Lexi and that proved to be right, considering she was now out on the road with Dean, and he was trusting his gut instincts with Anya. He knew out of both he and Dean, he was the more optimistic one and more trusting one, and it didn't always go in his favour but he wasn't going to stop because of a few bad people. 

Hearing her express that she would also like to see where this friendship could go made him smile a bit more. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest now that it seemed the awkwardness was lifting from the room. "Okay, we can finish the film first" he replied initially to her wish of wanting to continue watching Dirty Dancing. He went to go press play again on the movie, not fully remembering when he could have even pressed pause, when Anya expressed how she wanted to express her own thanks by cooking. 

He chuckled, feeling a sense of deja vu. Lexi made the same offer when she first got brought to the bunker and it made him see that maybe there was similarities between the two women, even if it seemed Anya was probably younger than Lexi. "I would say I can't have a guest cooking but I've learned my lesson from that." He laughed, causing a strand of his hair to fall in front of his face which he quickly tucked behind his ear. 

"Lexi made the same offer and it definitely won't Dean over. So if you really want to get him on your side? I say after the film, I'll take you to the kitchen so you can see what we got and let you go wild in there" he smiled. 

[b]LEXI[/b]

Brushing off his advanced wasn't her objective, but it seemed that Lexi was still learning how to properly flirt all over again. She didn't know why she was being like this after they had already shared a kissing moment in this very car much earlier on in the day. She did really like Dean, he brought her out of herself more than anyone had since her own fiancé got murdered. She just didn't want to mess up whatever it was they had growing between them. 

Seeing him grin and smirk excitedly was infectious. Yet again, she couldn't help but smile back, even her eyes seemed to smile and light up as she did so when she saw him smile. After hearing how much he had moped around in the bunker for a few months from Sam, seeing him be like this was a joy to see. Frowning and moping didn't seem to suit him in her opinion. She listened to him express his feelings about what it felt like being in the bunker for so long and it felt like such a change to the Dean she first met who wanted nothing more than to hide in his room, eat junk food and drink copious amounts of alcohol. 

When he mentioned about feeling like something was still lingering around in the bunker, she rose an eyebrow and stopped smiling. It was curious to say the least. She remembered Sam explaining how extra proofed the bunker was so how could anything be lingering around? The only thing she could possibly think of was maybe the energy that his ex left behind and coupled with his grief, it did leave that tense vibe. Then he smiled again and co to ued talking, making her smile again. 

"I can agree with that. I've been out on the road or in motel rooms on my own. Having you is a breath of fresh air" she replied honestly. She tried so hard not to let her intrusive thoughts win out and put her hand on his leg as he drove, placing a hand partially under her chin and in front of her mouth before glancing back out the passenger side window for a moment. 

She definitely could get used to being on the road, kicking asses and taking names with Dean Winchester. He made her feel alive once again.