[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean should have taken Lexi’s warning of Karma. Now his ass was on fire, he was soaked, and she looked like he hadn’t even hit her with hardly any of the water he had thrown her way. Technically, he was losing the fight, whether he wanted to admit it or not. As bad as his ass hurt, Lexi’s laugh at his fall was music to his ears, and he laughed harder.

“I’m fine. I’ve taken harder bumps than a slip on a floor, darlin’.” He waved her off, resolved to his wet grave on the floor for the time being. As she took the mug from him, he dropped his hand onto his chest for a moment, and laughed, his face fully lit up with a smile so wide it kinda hurt his cheeks. It had been a while since he had laughed so hard, even at himself.

“I’m horrible at taking advice. That’s something you’ll definitely learn.” Dean joked as Lexi offered him her hand. He thought for a second about whether he wanted to let her help him up, or serve her a dose of Karma of her own. In a quick move, he reached up, wrapping his hand around her arm, just below her elbow and yanked her down.

As he pulled her down, he rolled, and with one knee between her legs, he hovered over her, pressing her back and hair into the wet floor with a wide smile on his face, “Now, about those quick reflexes. You’re just as wet as I am…”, he teased with a laugh, carefully placing his hand on the floor beside her head, to avoid leaning on her hair.

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya watched Sam’s face as he took in her concerns, pleasantly surprised when he shook his head with that soft smile on his lips. She let out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding, and leaned into his fingers brushing the side of her face to tuck her hair behind her ear. His comment about having a naked woman in his room again made her giggle softly, and she also raised one of her eyebrows, wanting to ask how common it was for him…but she didn’t want to joke with him much, while he was being so sweet.

There was something else behind Sam’s eyes as he picked up her hand, and he kissed her knuckles. She couldn’t quite place it, but it was a mixture of a painful memory, holding back, and also extreme vulnerability. There was always a light that almost came to the surface in his eyes, like it was hidden right behind a curtain, and he refused to let it through. It made her want to ask a million questions, in any effort to try and unleash that boyish light. But from that look, she knew he wasn’t ready to talk about it, yet.

She released his hands for a moment, and just signed, “All forgiven.”

As he asked if she was ready to go, Anya nodded, her expression a bit neutral, until she too caught Dean and Lexi’s laughter echoing down the hall. She couldn’t help the happy little smile that covered her entire face at the sound of them having fun, although, she didn’t want to know exactly ‘how’ they were having fun. She stood on her tiptoes, and pressed a gentle kiss to Sam’s lips, before nodding her head toward the door in a way to say “Let’s get out of here.”. Then she reluctantly pulled away from his warmth, and led the way out the door, shoving her phone in her back pocket as she stepped into the hallway, and Lexi and Dean’s laughing grew louder.