[b]LEXI[/b] Lexi glanced at him when Dean basically repeated her own words just to really get it drilled into his own mind. With Nat and Cason back, it didn't go unnoticed to her that Cason seemed a bit put out that she was given the cup of coffee he was holding and it made her feel slightly bad that she seemed to have taken his drink. However, if Nat was willing to at least make a small move towards being nice to her, then she would take it, lifting the cup up to her lips and taking a sip as Dean subtly thanked his sister for being nice. She stayed out of the conversation as Dean offered to go with Cason to get something only for Cason to shut down the idea and grab Nat like some soft toy. As she felt Dean's knee nudge her own, she looked up at him and nodded, about to reply when Dean's phone alerted him to a text from Sam. She saw the relief wash over him as his shoulders continued to drop and shake off all that anxiety. “That's good! I bet she'll be ready to leave as much as the rest of us” she replied. “That girl deserves a comfortable bed and being fussed over by Sam for a few days” she remarked. —back at the bunker, the next day— With morning rolling around, Lexi for once was up early. Despite having her own room, she had once again stayed in Dean's room to be close to him. Natalia's sisterly suspicion the night before didn't deter her from wanting to be close with Dean. She wasn't going to cave to someone younger than herself because they thought she wasn't up to the standard of the brother's ex. So with her awake early, she had written a note for Dean and left it on her pillow beside to say that she had gone to the bunker's gym. [I]”morning handsome, Don't panic, I'm in the bunker's gym, Lexi xoxo’[/I] She felt overdue for a good workout and as she couldn't get back to sleep, she decided she would find the gym and do a morning workout instead whilst she would most probably be the only one up to use it. Which she was and was grateful for. The gym was impressive considering how old it was, but it was also clear that slightly more modern equipment had been bought and set up, something she assumed was Sam's doing or possibly someone else in their family before Mika's passing. She had already been up for a good forty-five minutes and had decided she would stop after an hour, so after using weights and other apparatus, she decided to use up her last fifteen minutes of her time by getting some boxing in. [b]SAM[/b] As he put his phone back in his pocket, Sam looked back at Anya and saw her getting emotional again about having everyone waiting for her and not abandoning her. He gave her a soft smile and wiped the tear from her cheeks and throat before lifting his hand up and stroking the back of her hair. She was rapidly becoming part of the family and he wanted to make sure she knew that over time. He glanced back at the doctor as he spoke to Anya about just giving the cast a few minutes to harden, nodding at the information. He watched as one nurse jogged off to the printer to get all her after care information folder and another removing her IV needle and drip. He watched as Anya signed three words slowly, seeing how much more difficult Anya was finding it with the cast, but as she hoped he would, he did get the jist of it. “Home definitely sounds good” he agreed with her as the nurse that went off to get her folder, came back quicker than he even thought she would be. He took the folder of information from the nurse, tucking it under his arm whilst keeping ahold of it as she told Anya what to do and not do, before turning to him. “I'll be definitely keeping an eye on her” he confirmed with a smile just as Anya signed to go and slid off the bed into his chest. He chuckled softly at her eagerness to leave, wrapped his free arm round her and started to walk her out to the waiting room to meet up with the others, stopping at the in hospital pharmacy on the way to get her pain meds. —back at the bunker, the next day— The night before, Sam insisted on Anya staying in his room for the night so if she needed anything, he could easily help her. He was paranoid that she'd wake up in the night in pain and wouldn't be able to alert him if she stayed in the room that they set out for her. He also knew if she wasn't in his room, he wouldn't be able to sleep. It was completely irrational, but after everything and everyone they had lost or almost lost over the years, he wasn't taking chances. Even though Anya was in no way a critical condition. So when morning came round, he opened his eyes and looked over at Anya, smiling that judging by her position on him, she seemed to manage to get some kind of rest. He kissed the top of her head and gave her a squeeze into him. He knew the day would probably entail a long chat about the reality of what last night brought them, something he wasn't particularly looking forward to. He also knew that if there was absolutely no chance of Anya getting her voice back, then there was no doubt nowhere else they could turn to get it for her. Would she even want to stay if there was no hope of having a voice? He couldn't say for certain what choice Anya would choose but he hoped she would stay with him and the others, even with Dean's attachment to the First Blade and the mark of Cain being a big black cloud hovering over the whole bunker. That was yet another thing he had to worry about with keeping Anya safe from, knowing what Dean's anger when he used the blade did to his brother. It was bad enough that they hadn't even told Natalia about the situation, knowing it would no doubt send Nat off on one of her rants about how stupid Dean was for doing something so big without discussing it with them all. There was so much to discuss, or get out in the air that he didn't know how this next day or so would turn. The only thing he could control or know was that he was going to continue looking after Anya to the point that Anya would have to tell him to back off before he willingly did so. [b]NATALIA[/b] Nat gave Dean a nod of acknowledgement as he patted her arm, just knowing that was his way of thanking her for making an effort with Lexi, albeit a very very small amount of effort. She was still reluctant in having made the move, but right now she knew it was not the time to keep up the suspicious grudge against Lexi because she wasn't Mika. She still had no plans in seeing Lexi as any sort of mother or sister figure any time soon. No one could take that mantle from Mika in Nat's eyes. She was about to take a sip of her own drink when she felt Cason's hand grip the back of her jacket and pull her back into his chest, wrapping his arm around her like a plush toy. She smiled at the action, used to the way he would pull her into him like this, draping her free arm over his. “Sorry for giving her your drink…I caved under pressure to not be petty” she quietly told him. “I'll make it up to you at the bunker” she smiled, leaning her head back just enough to be able to kiss his cheek. She looked up at Dean when he got a text and felt relief that Anya was okay and would be out soon. “My guess is Sam will be like a leech on her for a few days once home” she smirked. She just hoped that Anna would still be okay about it until they decided it was time to leave again. Yet she would only leave when she knew for sure they weren't going to be needed. She intended originally to do this hunt and just head back out on the road, drop Anna back in Denver and probably stay at Duke's for a few days, but she didn't have it in her to leave just yet for Anya's sake. Dean also owed her take out for making the stupidly long drive to them all. —back at the bunker, the next day— Waking up in her designated room that Dean and Sam always kept for her, felt strange as it had been so long since she last was in the room. Turning onto her side, she cuddled right up into Cason, draping a leg and arm over him. “Morning” she sleepily greeted him, feeling more rested than she thought she would. She put it down to finally having space and time alone with Cason the night before, without always worrying about whether or not they'd be ambushed at a motel or something needing their attention at the last second. She actually got to just be Cason's other half, feeling relaxed knowing no threat would be getting into the bunker and she could actually be intimate with him the night before. She hadn't even looked at the time via the clock on the wall above her old desk, just enjoying being tangled up in Cason. So she had no idea if others were already up or not, not that she cared too much. The only thing she ever cared about was whether or not she slept soundly the night before or not, but she guessed she had done considering how rested she felt and content. Another upside to having sex with the love of her life.