[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean let Lexi’s remark about him being ‘a life saver’ rattle around in his brain as he continued smiling at her. And just like that, she stammered a bit, trying to defend herself…but then admitted that she did have a thing for men that worked on cars. Dean gave a sheepish shrug and he turned back to continue working on putting her engine back together. As he worked, her little tiny praise rattled around his mind a bit more, and he pulled back from the hood, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.

He stepped back from the car and quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it over to the same motorcycle, sighing happily as the cool air that was barely seeping into the garage hit his bare chest, “That’s better. I needed a little cooling off break.”

He smiled widely, and stepped over to Lexi, careful not to touch her with his oil covered hands. He tilted his hips toward her, and then leaned in, placing a tight kiss to her lips before pulling back with a smile. He then snarled his nose playfully, surprising even himself as he smiled, “And I figured it might sweeten the view and gather me some favors for later…maybe just maybe, I get the girl…”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya smiled brightly with her cheek pressed to Sam’s shoulder as he replied to her message. So, he wasn’t absolutely hating his time out, and he seemed pretty relaxed. She couldn’t feel any tension in his shoulders. He was being normal, and he was enjoying it…as much as he could. She considered that a win. His next words made her heart swim a bit. As sweet and empathetic as Sam seemed, she half expected that he felt that way about her, but hearing him say that he was glad he met her just went straight to her head. She tilted her head, resting her chin against his shoulder to look up at him with a soft smile.

When he asked her to promise him something, she raised her eyebrows, her smile dropping just a bit as she listened and his eyes came down to meet hers. As he told her to hold onto her optimism, she frowned a bit, wondering if at one time in his life…he was also optimistic and happy. She wondered if he smiled more, or if his smile reached all the way to his eyes every single time that it came onto his face. She tried to picture what he looked like when he was younger, with brighter eyes, and his dimples almost permanent. The thought made her a bit sad, but she nodded her head at him.

She pulled her hands up and typed another message.

“I don’t think that will be a problem. I am the eternal optimist, after all, and when I’m with you? I’ll do my best to make you feel that way too. You deserve it, Sam.”

She held her phone out, and tilted her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, deciding that she was going to take care of him, just as much as he felt the need to care for her. He obviously needed it, and if she could make him smile…even a little, it was going to become her mission every single day. As weird as it felt rumbling around in her head, she was growing very quickly attached to Sam Winchester. If she wasn’t careful, he was easily someone she could fall in love with.