[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya smiled at Dean’s attempt to complain, shaking her head as she made her own plate, and then picked up both plates and turned to the table. As she passed Lexi, she returned her wink with a silent giggle. She already liked Lexi, as she seemed a really good ally to have, when it came to Dean. Anya could tell Dean was sweet on the lady.

She sat Dean’s plate on the table, placing hers on the other side, and then jogged back across the kitchen, swiping her phone from the counter top. As she walked back over to the table, she saw Dean sit down at what he would probably consider the ‘head of the table’, at first. Then he picked up his chair and moved it to sit on one of the flat sides, inviting Lexi to sit next to him silently. Anya smiled and she grabbed her plate, and sat it next to Sam’s, taking her seat as Lexi thanked her the food. As Anya sat down, she smiled shyly and pulled her phone up, typing a simple, “You’re welcome. I just wanted everyone to have a good meal, even if today sucked.”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s sweet little answer to his complaining. He hated not being right, and at the moment, it seemed he wasn’t right about Anya. When Lexi chimed in and told him he should count himself lucky, he mocked her, rocking his head side to side, before taking his beer to the table. He sat down at one of the small edges first, and then decided that if they were going to be paired up like high schoolers, he might as well sit next to Lexi. He stood up and moved his chair around to sit across from Sam, sitting down with a huff.

Anya bringing his plate to him was a bit of a surprise, too. He raised his hands off the table as she sat it in front of him, the smell of the food nearly causing him to close his eyes and growl. It did look really good, and it smelled like heaven. As Lexi joined him, and Anya took her place next to Sam, Dean looked around at all of them, trying to find something to say.

But then Lexi chimed in again, nudging his ribs with her elbow to force his hand to say ‘thanks’ for the food. “Um…yeah! Yeah, Anya, this all looks really good. I appreciate it.”

Her message playing over her phone made him raise an eyebrow. At least it was a little easier to communicate with her, without all the white boards and sign language. Although, knowing his brother, that wouldn’t last long. Sam would learn ASL faster than anyone has ever learned a language if those blue eyes of hers broke through to him and asked him to. Dean nodded toward Anya’s phone and took a drink of his beer, “So, if you have that, why do you use sign language?”

Without missing a beat, Anya rolled her eyes as Dean took a bit of food and closed his eyes, as if in heaven. The food was really…really good. As he came down from the surprise of the food tasting amazing, Anya was already pressing play on her phone, and her response caused Dean to frown at her wit. The frown quickly turned in to a smirk, and he shook his head, before glancing up at Sam with a look that said ‘you better be careful with that one. She’s quick.’

“Because, Einstein. When I was a kid, we didn’t exactly have magical talking boxes to just type our conversations into. It was either learn to write well enough to communicate, and get hand cramps, or sign language…also with the hand cramps. I prefer the phone. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah I think I do…” Dean chuckled, taking another bite of food.