[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean smiled even wider at Lexi’s stammering. For once, he had been the one to break [I]her[/I]. She seemed completely flustered and like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, or her words. He had her melting in his hands, and he wasn’t even touching her with anything other than a brief brush of his jeans. As she tried to avoid touching him, waving her hand in front of his chest, he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

“I never said I was teasing you. You said that. I just got hot, and took off my shirt…which I admit is rare for me, these days.” He spoke casually, leaning in a bit closer to her face, “But…I think I’ll just work like this. I need to finish putting your engine back together before we can just go inside and pass…time…”

He brushed his nose against hers, breathing over her lips as he was once again tempted to touch her with his filthy hands, but he showed restraint, dropping his hands to his sides. He pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her hands against his bare chest as he gently kissed her on the lips, and then pressed a careful kiss to the tip of her nose.

“I should get back to work. Judging by the color of your cheeks, I feel like you’re just dying to get back inside where it’s nice and warm.” He teased a bit more, before pulling away from her completely and walking back over to the car. He went straight back to work, as if he had never stepped away, piecing the parts of the engine back together with quick precision and a smirk on his face.

[h3] Anya [/h3] 

Anya welcomed Sam pulling her a bit closer, a sign that he was taking her words to heart, and was trying to give himself a little grace and comfort. She would give him every bit of comfort he was willing to take, and little by little, maybe she could build him back into someone who thought they deserved love…and happiness…and safety. He could heal. That was all she wanted for him.

Sam deserved to heal.

As he decided to confide in her, admitting that he wanted the same things, and that he deserved it, Anya’s heart fluttered with excitement. It was a small step in the right direction, and she couldn’t help herself. She sat her phone on her lap and reached her hand up, brushing her fingers against his jaw. She turned his face to look at her and then pulled her hand back, signing one of the things that she had taught him earlier with a single hand.

“I’m glad…” She said simply, with a soft smile. She tilted her head up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, closing her eyes as she rested her fingers against his cheek and just took in the atmosphere around them. There was nothing coming to hurt them. There were no expectations here, except Sam letting his guard down enough to let her in. They weren’t behind a closed bedroom door or sneaking around in hallways. They were just in the moment, together, moving forward. She knew the peace wouldn’t last forever, and eventually they would all be hunting and working again. 

For right now? Her job was convincing Sam that he wasn’t just…broken. To Anya, he had the potential to be the entire world.