[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean raised his eyebrows at Lexi’s teasing of Sam, expecting but also not expecting it from her. He almost felt proud that he had someone else to bounce teasing off of, as typically, Sam was quick with his remarks and could shut Dean up pretty fast. When Sam turned around and looked them both up and down, Dean looked down at his own torso awkwardly and he wiped a hand down his chest with a frown. He was about to tell Sam not to say a word, when Sam turned away from them and called back.

“Yeah well…you…” Dean awkwardly stuttered out, before waving a hand at his brother’s back, brushing off the fact that Sam was right. He would find other ways to make Sam uncomfortable, later on. Right now, he needed a shower or rather, he needed a shower…with Lexi.

Grabbing Lexi’s hand with a huff, Dean pulled her toward his room. 

—

A little bit later

Dean was dressed, reluctantly, and he stepped out of his room, leaving the door cracked open for Lexi to follow him out. He could stay wrapped up in her all day, but then they wouldn’t get any work done, and it was already late…for him. He padded down the corridor, stopping at one of the turns to wait for Lexi to catch up. As she did, he reached out and placed a hand on her opposite hip, pulling her close to him while they were still out of eye sight of Sam and Anya. 

He leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear with a smile, as he flirted with her, “So, I’m assuming I’ll see you after work? Massages are kinda my specialty.”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya was happily sipping her coffee on the counter when Sam stepped in. She raised an eyebrow at the fact that he was walking around in sweats and no shirt. It seemed very relaxed for Sam, who seemed pretty tightly wound. She didn’t even try to get his attention as he stepped in, but she did catch his eyes briefly and she gave him a sweet smile. There was no way he dodged Dean on his way in.

As he spoke up, she pressed her lips tightly together, raising her eyebrows with an exaggerated nod, taking a sip of her coffee in a way that let him know “I’ve already dealt with him this morning…trust me I know.”

She couldn’t help the smirk that graced her lips as he described the state HE had found them in. They seemed much more disheveled when she found them, and it didn’t surprise her a bit that they were headed to the showers, clearly not finished with each other. She tilted her head to the side as if she was thinking, and then gave him a wicked smirk briefly. She was excited to get her phone and tear Dean down a few pegs, if he tried to act as if she and Sam were sneaky teenagers, or something.

Her facial expression fell into a smile of admiration, as she took in how much lower his shoulders looked, and how much more relaxed and happy he seemed…less high strung. She sat her mug beside her, snapped her fingers at him to get his attention, and then signed as slow as she could, to help him understand her.

“You look pretty happy…” She signed, her hands moving slow and fluid as she watched his face with a soft smile. “It’s nice.”