[b]LEXI[/b]

Seeing Dean so proud of himself of putting such a mental image in her head, made Lexi just smirk and shake her head. Of course he would find pride and amusement in achieving such a thing. Out of him and Sam, Dean definitely came across as more of a joker than Sam did, but she didn't doubt for a second that Sam probably had his moments. When he mentioned about Sam having gone through a lot this last year, Lexi just assumed it was because of the hunting, leaving Anna behind and losing Mika. Not once did she think that Dean meant anything worse than that. So she didn't ask about what he meant.

It was easier to just force her mind back into the here and now and focus on what was going on with her car. The way Dean was working on it made Lexi think how Owen and he probably would have got on really well. They were so different in many ways but she just knew Owen would have appreciated Dean helping with the car and just willingly redoing what cost her over $400 in a so called professional garage. If anything, she could almost hear Owen's voice in her head complaining about how she didn't fight the cost and just straight up paid it. The thought was comforting and painful to think about, as even a year down the line, there wasn't a day that her heart didn't ache for the man. 

She listened as Dean explained what the actual problem was and that it would be an easy fix, making her sigh with relief. As he continued speaking and tapping what he found to be the cause of the rattling noise she heard, she looked over to see, nodding in understanding. Like a lot of drivers, Lexi was someone who understood cars enough to be able to drive them and fix a tire if it needed it, but anything else more technical and she was out of her depth even though she swore to herself countless times, she would actually learn to know the ins and outs of her car better. 

"Dean you are a life saver" she remarked when he finished, giving her the heads up about when the rest of leaked oil got burned away. Stepping back to give him room and not to block any of his light to work, she just hovered nearby as she couldn't think of anything else to do whilst she waited. She was just starting to zone out when he commented about changing the oil for her and getting the feeling ahe liked men with a little grease on them, making her almost choked on her own saliva as she looked at him to see he was smiling at her. 

"What makes you think that about me huh?" She asked, trying to recompose herself. He was going to be the death of her if he kept up that grin and comments, but she was knew to keep that saying to herself as she didn't want to trigger him. "I'm totally one of those women" she retorted not sure if she was trying to convince him or herself more. 

[b]SAM[/b]

Sam gladly linked fingers back with Anya's as she gently tugged him towards the carriages, weaving in and out of the crowd to get there before they arrived. With the signal to get in, he let Anya in first, practically tiptoeing as she scooted along before he climbed in, realising just how these contraptions were not made for men of his height. [i]'if Dean could see me now... he'd never let me forget this'[/i] he thought to himself, glad that Dean wouldn't witness this. 

He smiled as Anya pulled the blanket over both their laps, letting her curl up to his side, looping her arms through his. He never knew how much he had missed this interaction with a woman until Anya came along. With his own drink in his free hand, he glanced down seeing her type a message on her phone before handing it to him to read, rather than pressing play. Reading the message he couldn't help but smile lovingly at it. "It's not my favourite thing to do, you're right but it's also not the worst thing to be doing right now. I a really forgot how good it is to do something so....normal" he told her honestly. 

"I'm glad you're around too and as much you think I'm helping you, you're also helping me Anya. I'm thankful I've met you" he told her honestly and sweetly. As the carriage ride started, he kept her close to him, looking out at the whole carnival and how happy it was making people. "Just promise me one thing Anya" he began to say, glancing down at her, "the further into this life you get? Don't ever lose your positivity. Try and hold onto it as tightly as possible. Our job likes to strip that from people." He quietly told her.