[h3] Dean [/h3] 

After teasing Lexi nearly to death in the garage, they had fallen into the same muscle memory of running back into the bunker like teenagers, hands all over each other. Sam and Anya had stayed out long enough that by the time they got back to the bunker, Dean and Lexi were plenty tired and napping, which caused Dean to wake up before dawn, groaning as he rustled his messy hair and looked around the dark room. Lexi was plastered to his chest, and he smirked as he glanced down at her bare back, pulling the covers up just a bit to cover her skin.

His phone buzzed, lighting up the corner of the room near the nightstand and the memory that Natalia was on her way flashed across the backs of his eyes. He lazily reached over, picking up the phone and glanced at the message. They were in Kansas, and they would likely be arriving sometime after dawn. Dean sighed, a bit relieved that they were almost there…and a hunt was coming up, hopefully.

Dean shot her back a simple message to confirm that he knew they were coming, and then he went to work shuffling himself out from under Lexi’s body. He wedged his pillow under her face, dropping her hand gently against it as he scooted off the bed and walked over to his dresser, snatching a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans. He pulled them on, choosing to wear a shirt, since Nat would be there soon and would definitely have something to say about his ‘nudity’ if he didn’t. He tugged his simple black t-shirt over his head, dropping it around his hips. He returned to the bed, leaning over to press a feather light kiss to the side of Lexi’s face, and then he snatched his phone off the table and walked to the door, quietly stepping out into the hallway.

He stepped into war room and instantly flinched with a slight yelp as his eyes fell on Anya, sitting on a chair. Her legs were tangled and she looked exhausted as she read over a book she had found with her head in her hand. Dean cautiously stepped toward her and he held his hands out.

“You good?” He asked quietly and Anya glanced up, her poor tired eyes meeting his for a moment as she nodded. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She shook her head. So Dean nodded slowly and he stepped toward her, carefully reaching forward to take the book from her hands. He closed the book and sat it aside, before stepping up to the table, and perching himself on the edge of it with his hands clapped together, “I guess the easiest way to talk to you, is ‘yes’ or ‘no’. So, is it Sam?”

Anya shook her head. “Okay good. Is it your deal?” Agains she shook her head, but also tilted her head in a way that told Dean it was at least partially the deal that was keeping her awake.

“Well, my sister will be here soon and um…her boyfriend is gonna help us with that whole thing. So, my next question, you want a drink? I can whip up something that will make you take a little nap at least.” Dean spoke softly, trying his best to comfort her. And as he had hoped, Anya shrugged her shoulders. “Alright. Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”

Dean stepped off the table and walked over to his liquor cabinet. He grabbed a few things he had stashed for the nights when Sam would refuse to sleep while he was ill, and he grabbed a glass with one of his fingers. He stepped over to one of the library tables and placed everything on the top, before mixing his concoction for Anya. When he was finished, he left the bottles there, and swirled the glass around in his hand, before walking back over to Anya and handing it over.

“It’s gonna taste like crap, and if you need something to chase it with, I can go grab something. But bottoms up. You’ll be asleep in a few minutes. Sam still asleep?” He asked as Anya took the glass and nodded to him. She tipped the glass up and drank it all in one big gulp, making a sour face that Dean echoed in sympathy. She shook her head and handed him the glass, which he sat on the table behind him with a sigh. “Everything’s gonna be fine, alright? Go snuggle up with my giant brother and get some rest…”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya and Sam had a beautiful night, just drinking hot drinks and enjoying the autumn food. They played games and when they were thoroughly tired, they had driven back to the bunker. At some point, they were followed by a strange black car, and Anya’s anxiety had been a mess ever since. The car had turned off before the cemetery at the head of the road that led to the bunker, but it didn’t stop Anya from wondering if they knew the bunker was there…

At some point early in the morning, Anya snapped awake. She would have screamed from the sudden jolt the nightmare gave her, if she had a voice. Luckily, she hadn’t woke Sam up with her movements, running her hand against his bare chest to try and calm herself down. In fear of waking him up, Anya had decided to get up, carefully untangling herself from his arms and stepping out of the room into the bunker halls. She didn’t know what to do with herself. So, she found a book about demons, and she perched herself up…until Dean woke up and found her.

She just hoped that Sam was resting and hadn’t noticed she was missing. After she drank down the concoction Dean had forced on her, she slipped off the edge of her seat, and stretched, glad that Sam's flannels were incredibly long on her legs. She reached forward and patted Dean's chest, just over his heart with a thankful smile and then turned to push her chair up, following Dean's 'doctors orders'.