[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean gasped into Lexi’s mouth as he felt her fingers trailing down his back, and finally making skin contact beneath his shirt. That tiny bit of skin contact was enough to spur him on even more, and he removed the hand from her hip, reaching back between his shoulder blades, where he began to bunch his shirt between his fingers. He finally had enough of a grip and broke the kiss, removing his hand from her hair, just long enough to whisk his shirt off over his head and toss it on the floor beside his feet. He reached down, fully confident and feeling in control, and gathered the bottom of her top with both hands, whisking it up and over her head and arms, tossing it with his.

Dean came back to Lexi, craving the feeling of her skin against his, as he tangled his hand in her hair once again, tugging gently to pull her head back, and began kissing and nibbling over her chin, down to her collar bone. He had just rolled his hips forward, urging her to work on his jeans when Sam’s fist banging on the door stopped him in his tracks and he panted against the side of Lexi’s neck with a soft growl. Of course…

Of course Sam had snuck up on them and ruined the moment. Wait…they were in Anya’s room. Dammit. Dean stepped back, his skin flushed and his muscles tight as he reluctantly released Lexi and placed his hands on his hips. “Room’s ready!”, he called out, his voice raspy and frustrated as he heard Sam’s door close. He threw his hand up in frustration, and then turned to Lexi with a laugh.

He stooped to pick up their shirts, and then stood with a shrug, “At least it’s expected at this point, right? My room or yours?”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya walked with Sam back to his room, careful again not to touch him too much, or she was afraid the tension would burst way before they made it down the hall. From the sounds that were coming out of the room across from his, at least some of that tension had already come to a head. She stepped into Sam’s room, her hand on the door frame as she peeked around and watched him mess with his brother. Sure enough, the awkward response rang out and she could hear it in Lexi’s voice. They had been at it, probably the entire time they had been down this hall, and Sam had interrupted them.

Anya blushed and looked down at the floor with a bright smile as Sam directed them to one of their rooms, like a typical brother. Dean seemed the type to be legitimately upset that Sam had interrupted him, and when his voice called through the door, Anya laughed, the silent laugh coming out with a wide open mouth as she slipped back to make room for Sam to push through the door way and close the door behind him.

“What a mess…” She signed without thinking, walking over to sit on the edge of Sam’s bed. She pulled her phone and typed a message, turning the volume down on her phone as she heard Dean open the other door with a huff, banging his fist on Sam’s bedroom door on his way by, as if he was going to return the favor. But she and Sam hadn’t even touched each other. The action made her laugh again. “I would say that Dean was hoping to have a head start on his good night. We are mean.”

As her phone played, a little quieter, Anya typed another message instantly and pushed play, with a mischievous almost challenging smirk on her face, “They broke before us, which means…at least that tension is broken and they can just be bunnies. Who knew you were the wholesome brother?”