[h3] Anna [/h3] 

Anna was nearly buzzing with the odd pull toward Sam that she felt, just being this close to him again. She barely heard a word that was being said as she stood close to Cason’s back. As she heard Natalia chime in, wanting coffee her attention snapped to the brief exchange between Nat and Cason, and she pulled away from Cason’s back, following Nat instantly toward the kitchen. She carefully angled her body to make sure that she didn’t brush shoulders with Sam on the way by and then as they entered the kitchen, she ran her hands through her hair with a sigh, finally able to breath.

“I shouldn’t have come. I should have never let him talk me into this…” She sighed in a groan, pacing a bit in the kitchen as Nat went to grab coffee. She stepped over to the sink and turned it on, wetting her hands, before wiping them over her face, anything to calm the anxiety that was roaring in her ears. “I mean, I half expected he would be here, but I didn’t expect that there would be others…like are they babysitting? What is going on? And what am I supposed to do? Avoid eye contact for the time we’re here and hope that Sam never talks to me?”

She turned, her eyes tired and sad as she leaned against the sink and wiped her face a bit more, trying to navigate whatever this feeling was. She flexed her fingers a bit and then turned her eyes up to Natalia, “I can’t talk to him, Nat. We…we don’t talk when we’re around each other, anymore. It’s just anger…and pain…and…and I guess lust? Mourning? What even would that feeling be?”

[h3] Cason and Dean [/h3] 

Cason was a bit nervous as Natalia told him to watch Lexi. Dean was a grown man, and honestly? Cason wasn’t super worried about his wellbeing around this girl. If anything, he seemed better off around her. Cason walked over to a table, sighing as Anna scooted past him and followed Natalia, avoiding Sam as if he had some sort of incurable disease she could catch. He turned his eyes back to those in front of him and he scanned over all of them, before his eyes fell on Lexi.

“So, what’s your story? You’re built like a hunter. Dean seems to like you enough, and you’re comfortable here…at least from what I can tell. You a hunter?” Cason asked Lexi as he got comfortable and tossed his legs over the side of the table, kicking back.

“We’re not here to interrogate.” Dean grumbled.

“Alright. No interrogation. Fine. So you two.” Cason started again, before Dean glared at him and he held his hands up. “Alright. Fine. I’m here to work. When Nat gets settled, I’ll poof out of here and go see what I can find. Until then, I’ll just sit here.”

Dean nodded, “That’s a good idea.”

Dean glanced toward the kitchen and he sighed, tilting his head down to whisper in Lexi’s ear.

“The blonde one? That’s…well…that’s Anna. The Anna. The big one. If you watch them, they’re avoiding being within three feet of each other for a reason. If they ever touch…things are gonna get a lot more awkward.” Dean explained, turning to glance at his brother and his body language, “I have a sneaking bad feeling that it’ll happen sooner rather than later.”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya watched as tension continued to build between Lexi and Natalia, but what she hadn’t noticed until the two women walked to the kitchen, was how avoidant the blonde one was acting toward Sam. The way she turned to the side to avoid touching him, and the way neither of them could look at each other was tugging at Anya’s curiosity. So, she reached down and took Sam’s hand, tugging him over toward the library shelves with a frown. She sat her coffee mug on the top of one of the shelves and tilted her head pulling her phone from her back pocket.

She typed, but didn’t press play, trying to be as private as she could with him, her eyes full of concern and care.

“Are you okay? You seem really tense and far off, like one of them is the last person you want to see. Is it the girl? The blonde one? Do you know her?”

She turned her phone and let him read the message, before picking his hand back up and running her thumb over his knuckles as she searched his face. Seeing him tense after he had such a pleasant night was concerning and even as tired as she still was, she couldn’t just leave it alone. She couldn’t just let Sam go back down after he was so happy just a few short hours prior.