[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean turned, watching as Lexi made her way back around the bed and perched beside him. She was right there. He was pretty sure that if he touched her, they would never leave this room. So, he restrained himself. Instead, he lazily stood when she did, a goofy smile on his face as he retrieved his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. He walked to the door, ruffling his hair again, to try and make it look a little less sweat stuck to his head, and then cracked the door open to look around.

Just as he stepped out into the hallway, to go warm up his shower, Anya showed up and Dean raised his eyebrows at her. He then narrowed his eyes, “Well good morning!”

Her sighing back to him caused him to frown again, and he hoped that it was something friendly like ‘good morning’ and not some sort of insult. As she kept walking, he glanced down her back, not able to ignore the dark purple finger prints that adorned the backs of her thighs, what little skin was showing. Dean stepped back toward the door and he hissed at Lexi with a frown, “Well, the kids are awake and the little one? Bruises…everywhere. Her thighs look like she went ten rounds with a boxer.”

He raised his eyebrows, as if he was judging them, when in reality, it wasn’t like his ‘usual’ wasn’t just as fiery…depending on the woman. Lexi’s hand in his and how calm she was about the situation caused him to sigh and he couldn’t help the turn in the corners of his lips as Lexi gave him a wicked smile that melted his chest into nothing.

“Oh…it’ll be awkward alright. I wonder what my brother looks like.” Dean teased back, pulling her into the hallway. Dean was barely finished with the sentence when they turned the small curve between the rooms, and Sam stepped out into the hallway, looking disheveled. Dean raised his eyebrows again at Sam just standing there shirtless, visible scratches and darker skin in random places. Sam never walked around the bunker shirtless…but Sam also never brought anyone home.

“Wow, Sam…” Dean called out in a judgmental tone, ignoring the fact that he was also just standing in the hallway in his underwear.

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya stepped into the kitchen with a yawn, and instantly went for the coffee pot. She pressed the button, happy that the brothers had a coffee of refilling it the night before. She could only assume it was for Dean, who seemed like a grump when he woke up, just judging by his attitude.

She waited, her fingers tapping on the counter, as the pot filled up and she finally could grab a mug and pour herself some. She held the mug in both hands, climbing up on the counter, making sure that Sam’s shirt was covering her bare thighs from the cold metal as she swung her legs and drank her coffee, like she was at home.

Maybe she was at home. The thought of just working through the day with Sam, curling up with him at night, things getting steamy when he needed to destress, riding around in their old car, all of it…it was all lovely. It’s not like she really had a home to go to, anyway, other than the same dusty motels at every stop, on her way to look for clues about her father’s death.

She realized around that time that she didn’t have her phone. It was still in Sam’s room. She wouldn’t be able to communicate with anyone, other than maybe Lexi and a tiny bit with Sam. Maybe it would make the morning less awkward. She smirked at the thought, knowing that Dean was going to thoroughly try to embarrass Sam…not that last night was [I]anything[/I] to be embarrassed by.