[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya smiled brightly as Sam seemed to agree that food might be the way to Dean’s heart, if she wanted to gain his trust. She could tell from looking at the older Winchester that he was a meat and potatoes guy, with a stomach for down home cooking. Judging from both their accents, and the bunker being in Kansas, she guessed soul food might be his drug of choice. The simplicity of Sam pushing his hair behind his ear caught Anya’s eye, following his hand absentmindedly with a soft sigh. She resisted the urge to snuggle up with him, gesturing for him to press play on the movie so they could finish it up. If he didn’t, she wasn’t sure they would ever fully shake the awkwardness, because her temptation would get the better of her…all over again.

A little later, Anya stretched, dropping her legs off the side of the bed to stand up. She stretched a little harder once she stood, and smiled, turning to Sam typing on her phone, “I think I’m more relaxed than I’ve been in months…”

[h3] Dean [/h3] 

Dean raised his eyebrows when Lexi mentioned that having ‘him’ was a breath of fresh air. It nearly caused his heart to skip a beat. He couldn’t decide if it was excitement, or flattery, or a mixture of the two. Either way, his raised eyebrows fell into a proud smirk at her words. She adjusted himself in his seat, squeezing the steering wheel a little tighter to prevent his hands from reaching over for her, not knowing that she was fighting the same urge.

“Well, I’m glad to be of service.” He teased, glancing over at her as she stared out the window. He decided to focus more on the case than the tension in the vehicle, grounding himself so he wasn’t distracted. “I say, when we get there, I’ll hang back and let you handle the guy. I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him, but you showing up with me might cause him to…bolt. If I need to, I’ll rough him up a bit. But if we’re right, dude’s just a basement dweller with a little too much interest in the occult, you know?”