[b]LEXI[/b]

Lexi couldn't help but chuckle when Dean called the angels dicks. She may not have dealt with angels, at least, knowingly, herself but if they were as high and mighty as demons thought of themselves, then she could easily imagine angels being dicks. “Not hard to imagine” she replied, glancing at him as she inspected the blade. It truly was quite the piece of weaponry and she just knew if Owen was still alive, he'd have begged Dean for one to keep in his collection if he ever clapped eyes on it. Glancing up at Dean, she saw how he found her little random tidbit of information intrigued him. As he walked a little closer and took a blade for himself, spinning it on his palm, she couldn't help but smirk at the action. “Oh it does and I can most certainly work with one of these. Won't be my first time working with a blade. I can be quite resourceful when I need to be” she smirked. 

She kept ahold of the blade she was admiring but looked at Dean and how he was watching the light reflecting off the blade as he held it up to the light. His next words caught her interest greatly, the idea of just stopping a demon dead with something that wasn't the Colt was quite the thought. It certainly made her like the angel blades more, “huh…well these just got more beautiful by the minute” she smiled, taking another look at the blade in her hand before making herself get back on track to the task at hand. Taking a look around the armory, she tried to decide what else she thought they might need. In theory if it was just a rogue demon, who thought they were higher up the food chain than they actually were, then they should be relatively easy to break into undoing the contract for Anya and giving her voice back. Which in Lexi's eyes meant, not too much fighting. But she also learned over the years not to underestimate a demon. So they truly had to prepare for every single possible outcome. 

Sure the angel blades were powerful enough for them all, but could they really rely on solely that? Probably not. “See you got a good stock of holy water in here…might be worth taking that just in case.” She remarked. 


[b]SAM[/b]

Sam was honestly glad that Anna was good. That she has been doing good. It was all he wanted for her. Before he started word vomiting what he wanted to say to her, he gave her a nod to acknowledge her reply. It felt so different this time being so close to her now that he could actually speak to her. 

As she replied to his first onslaught of words, he looked up at her sadly as she said nothing had been normal or even stable. It broke his heart to hear that as he had hoped leaving her with Duke and Esme, she would have had a stable life. He expected her to be upset for a while, but still had a stable life. He watched her as she sniffled and began to pace, her actions making him nervous but he knew it was inevitable so he just let her do whatever she needed to to process what he was telling her. When she finally found her voice and words, clearly angry still after all this time he flinched as she told him what Duke did for her, and what she still goes through every single night. Yet the thing that made him hurt the most? Hearing that she saw his face until her very last breath and everything faded to black when she died. 

Then she continued on, needing to get a lot off her chest and it was the least he could give her. His heart knotted up even tighter as he listened to her words, listened as she told him how Dean promised to bring her back, that Sam himself would come round, and yet he didn't. He left her with Duke and never looked back. Just walked away, hoped she would move on from him and he got close to Anya. He broke her heart in ways he never thought he could have ever done and it made him feel sick at himself as she really drove that truth home. He stared at the ground until she squatted to gather herself and then stood up again, holding her hand out as she continued to lecture him about everything. He deserved it, he deserves every single bit of pain and anger she threw at him. 

“I'm sorry…” he mumbled, forcing himself to look at her. “You're right, it wasn't me. I wasn't myself. Not in the slightest…the trials messed me up so much mentally that looking back, I don't think I even knew who I was or what I should have done” he sighed, trying not to cry himself. He toyed with the idea of standing up from her old bed and walking over to her, but he was honestly scared. As much as he felt she had every right to kick him out of the room, shout and hit him, he was scared of those actions. In the end he decided to face that possibility and stood up, stepping in front of her. “Look at me…please” he asked of her. “I know there's not much I can say to make any of this better. If hitting me will help, hit me. If screaming at me will help, scream at me…if telling me to leave will help? Tell me to leave” he said, the tears he tried to fight away, now spilling over and down his cheeks. “I don't know what to do to make any of this better” he added, reaching out and taking her hand without even thinking. 

[b]NATALIA[/b]

Natalia was glad that Anya didn't ask anymore questions about her family story, she felt like she had said enough. She was glad though that Anya was willing to move the conversation along and agree to being her mole in the bunker, smirking when she said about asking her own questions about Sam. “I’m sure I can accommodate that request. I can answer to the best of my ability” she agreed. She wasn't sure what Anya would want to know about Sam, but if it didn't delve too much into his history with Anna, Nat didn't see a problem in letting Anya know a few things. The last thing she would want was to scare Anya off so early before she knew how to defend herself. Lexi? Now Lexi she didn't mind scaring off in the slightest, Anya she was liking as a person. 

As she moved the topic along and Anya then said her assumption about using a knife, Nat couldn't help but smirk and chuckle ever so slightly. “I mean…you're not entirely wrong. Yes, this end you use to stab” she said, pointing the blade as she walked over to Anya and handed her the knife, before then pulling out the second knife she brought. “But, you wouldn't have to hope for the best if you know where to stab and you learn how to do that without breaking your own wrist,” she explained. She gestured for Anya to watch her as she showed how to grip the knife at the handle properly, “you need to hold it like this or you run the risk of losing a grip on it” she said to her. Waiting until she was satisfied that Anya had understood what she was saying, she then moved forward with the teachings.

“Okay…so, come at me as if I'm an enemy. Just don't actually make contact with me. Show me where you think would be the take down with a knife” she instructed.