[b]LEXI[/b]

Dean wasn't the only one who thought it just felt right laying there on the bed together. She felt like the two of them were destined to meet and click together, even if it was through something incredibly sad to join them as one. Hearing him breathlessly laugh at her remark, made her feel like she really did say something so corny and awkward. She wished she could have taken her words back, then he said something that made her smirk and laugh too. "what can I say? I'm proud of the tricks I know" she laughed, figuring if she was going to be awkward she may as well own that awkwardness as he wiped a few sweaty strands of her hair off her face. 

Like him, she was really starting to feel quite a lot for Dean, it was way more than just a simple crush for her now. Yet how could she tell him that? She didn't want to rush him into anything more than a romp in the sheets every now and then if he wasn't ready for it, but how long could she honestly wait? But then he said something that made her just adjust her head, just enough to be able to look up at him without removing her head off his shoulder. 

Smiling, she didn't think it was pathetic sounding at all. "It doesn't sound pathetic" she told him before chuckling warmly at his next little remark. The way he called her darling gave her butterflies, like a school girl. She knew she wouldn't ever tire of hearing him say such things or hearing his accent really shine through the gruffness of his voice. It was like a drug she never wanted to come down from. 

"Yes we should" she replied with a chuckle, lifting her hand up just high enough to trace her fingertips around his anti possession tattoo. Laying like this with him made her feel a sense of feeling at home. She wouldn't ever stop loving her fiancée who she lost, but she could most certainly find a part of her heart open to falling in love with Dean, even if they had barely known each other. He was the new start she needed in her life to give her a sense of purpose, she just never knew it until now. 

[b]SAM[/b]

Sam couldn't pinpoint what it was about this moment with Anya, but somehow her being mute just made this situation all the more intoxicating. Not for any negative reason, but because it meant they really had to use touch and looks to convey everything to each other. Her tightening her grip on his hair made him bite his lip as he had his forehead pressed hers. He pulled her closer to him as she moved her hips and brushed her nose against his own. She was making it so difficult to keep some kind of control. 

He found himself gulping down saliva in his throat as she moved her hand down his ear to throat and chest. Goosebumps instantly raising on his skin, just as she planned. Seeing her climb onto his lap, he lifted her up slightly to help her, pulling her legs round his waist before lifting his hands to her waist to keep her supported on his lap. 

As she tilted her head and leaned down, he leaned his head upward and kissed her back deeply. He knew she was teasing him, testing how much it would take before he gave I to their urges and just let go of that control he was holding onto. It didn't take long for him before his kiss went deeper and more passionate, his hands ran up and under the shirt she was wearing, holding her firmly in place so she didn't fall. 

This girl was going to be the death of him and right now he was completely okay with it.