LEXI
Seeing how flustered Dean was and that she truly wasn't the only one feeling the way she was made her feel slightly better in some ways. She couldn't explain what it was about Dean Winchester that made her so damn crazy, but he did. She was beginning to wonder if Sam would regret ever introducing them to each other or not, but even if he did, it was too late now. Her and Dean couldn't stay away from each other for too long before they both like they were going crazy.
His remark about feeling like they've adopted a kid made her laugh, but now that it was put into her head, it did kind of feel like that. "you're not wrong" she pointed out as she followed him out the laundry room and down the hall to the spare room opposite Sam's. It wasn't surprising that where he decided to put Anya. Walking into the room, she saw it didn't look really any different to her temporary room. It was all pretty much laid out the exact same way and it just brought back the reality that this was a glorified supernatural bachelor pad for snotty men way back in the day.
Lexi was ready to help Dean with the sheets but when he made it to absolute precision and quickly, she couldn't help but be impressed. Not even her ex fiancée was that efficient in making a clean bed. "Not just a handsome face" she muttered under her breath to herself as she continued to watch him. She smirked at his remarks about letting Anya doing her own blankets and such when she was ready to get in the room. As he walked over to her to get the pillows, she unconsciously shifted from one leg to the other then handed the pillows over to him, her fingertips brushing against his.
She chuckled when he was done and said it was now up to Anya and Sam if she actually stayed in the room or not. Like Dean, Lexi couldn't hear the other two, not that she would be able to hear Anya anyway. The girl was a fantastic sleuth. She noticed Dean was looking between her and the door, making her glance behind her at the door herself then back at Dean. If he was thinking the same thing as she was, they weren't about to leave this room.
She was right as she looked up at Dean as he got closer to her and just pressed his lips against her own. Closing her eyes instantly, she kissed him back, a tiny moan escaping her lips as he gripped the back of her hair tightly and her hip, she just about managing to close the door behind them in time. Her feet complying to his silent commands as he walked her backwards to the desk, soon feeling it in the back of her legs. The little shiver that went up her spine when he found his way under her shirt and onto her bare skin was evident, she knew what he was wanting and she wanted it as well.
She did a little jump up onto the desk to sit on it, pushing anything that was on it off, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms raising up and round his back, her fingers trailing down to find the bottom of his own shirt. She needed him as much as he clearly needed her. Her kiss matching his own as her hands finally found their way under his shirt and up his back.
SAM
Sam couldn't help but chuckle when she gave him a look he understood the translation all too well. He gladly took her plate before washing it up after she handed it to him, listening to what her phone was saying to him. With an amused nod and smirk, he couldn't disagree with her statement, at least the breakfast part. "I can be...if I need to be" he teased back, but truth was, he was only good at being quiet when it came hunting. "and yeah...whatever goes on, breakfast is going to be awkward and interesting" he added.
He leaned against the edge of the sink as she leaned over and behind him to wrap the left over food and put it in the fridge. The silence in the kitchen that befallen it wasn't all that unusual for Sam, he was used to be being incredibly quiet as for a while it was just him in the kitchen on his own. He never really did catch Dean coming in to get another beer or other sort of alcohol or even food. He was even barely aware of the wind rattling the fixtures above them, having now gotten used to all the sounds of the bunker.
Sam's mind just kept thinking back to how much more pleasant this evening was, having a cheerful group and conversation around the kitchen table. Having Dean just be Dean was such a huge relief and weight off his shoulders and he truly had the girls to be thankful for for it. He snapped out of his thoughts when she suggested going back to his room which made him smile and nod.
"Yeah" he replied in agreement, pushing himself off the sink and walking her back to his room, which was when he heard something in another room. 'they're not...are they?' he thought to himself, guiding Anya into his room before he stopped, slowly turned to the room opposite and cautiously stepped up to the closed door. Pressing his ear against it, he eavesdropped then quickly stood up straight. He knew what was happening and he toyed between being a decent brother and being an asshole brother....he chose the latter with a smirk.
Lifting his fist up, he rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles, "guys, everything alright in there?" He asked but smirked to himself, hearing clambering inside the room. "Y..yeah, everything is good Sam!" Lexi called out, clearly flustered and hot and bothered. Sam laughed, composed himself and called back out, "then take it to one your rooms yeah?" He teased before swiftly entering his own room and closing the door before either of them could come after him.
A look of amusement still plastered onto his face.
Seeing how flustered Dean was and that she truly wasn't the only one feeling the way she was made her feel slightly better in some ways. She couldn't explain what it was about Dean Winchester that made her so damn crazy, but he did. She was beginning to wonder if Sam would regret ever introducing them to each other or not, but even if he did, it was too late now. Her and Dean couldn't stay away from each other for too long before they both like they were going crazy.
His remark about feeling like they've adopted a kid made her laugh, but now that it was put into her head, it did kind of feel like that. "you're not wrong" she pointed out as she followed him out the laundry room and down the hall to the spare room opposite Sam's. It wasn't surprising that where he decided to put Anya. Walking into the room, she saw it didn't look really any different to her temporary room. It was all pretty much laid out the exact same way and it just brought back the reality that this was a glorified supernatural bachelor pad for snotty men way back in the day.
Lexi was ready to help Dean with the sheets but when he made it to absolute precision and quickly, she couldn't help but be impressed. Not even her ex fiancée was that efficient in making a clean bed. "Not just a handsome face" she muttered under her breath to herself as she continued to watch him. She smirked at his remarks about letting Anya doing her own blankets and such when she was ready to get in the room. As he walked over to her to get the pillows, she unconsciously shifted from one leg to the other then handed the pillows over to him, her fingertips brushing against his.
She chuckled when he was done and said it was now up to Anya and Sam if she actually stayed in the room or not. Like Dean, Lexi couldn't hear the other two, not that she would be able to hear Anya anyway. The girl was a fantastic sleuth. She noticed Dean was looking between her and the door, making her glance behind her at the door herself then back at Dean. If he was thinking the same thing as she was, they weren't about to leave this room.
She was right as she looked up at Dean as he got closer to her and just pressed his lips against her own. Closing her eyes instantly, she kissed him back, a tiny moan escaping her lips as he gripped the back of her hair tightly and her hip, she just about managing to close the door behind them in time. Her feet complying to his silent commands as he walked her backwards to the desk, soon feeling it in the back of her legs. The little shiver that went up her spine when he found his way under her shirt and onto her bare skin was evident, she knew what he was wanting and she wanted it as well.
She did a little jump up onto the desk to sit on it, pushing anything that was on it off, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms raising up and round his back, her fingers trailing down to find the bottom of his own shirt. She needed him as much as he clearly needed her. Her kiss matching his own as her hands finally found their way under his shirt and up his back.
SAM
Sam couldn't help but chuckle when she gave him a look he understood the translation all too well. He gladly took her plate before washing it up after she handed it to him, listening to what her phone was saying to him. With an amused nod and smirk, he couldn't disagree with her statement, at least the breakfast part. "I can be...if I need to be" he teased back, but truth was, he was only good at being quiet when it came hunting. "and yeah...whatever goes on, breakfast is going to be awkward and interesting" he added.
He leaned against the edge of the sink as she leaned over and behind him to wrap the left over food and put it in the fridge. The silence in the kitchen that befallen it wasn't all that unusual for Sam, he was used to be being incredibly quiet as for a while it was just him in the kitchen on his own. He never really did catch Dean coming in to get another beer or other sort of alcohol or even food. He was even barely aware of the wind rattling the fixtures above them, having now gotten used to all the sounds of the bunker.
Sam's mind just kept thinking back to how much more pleasant this evening was, having a cheerful group and conversation around the kitchen table. Having Dean just be Dean was such a huge relief and weight off his shoulders and he truly had the girls to be thankful for for it. He snapped out of his thoughts when she suggested going back to his room which made him smile and nod.
"Yeah" he replied in agreement, pushing himself off the sink and walking her back to his room, which was when he heard something in another room. 'they're not...are they?' he thought to himself, guiding Anya into his room before he stopped, slowly turned to the room opposite and cautiously stepped up to the closed door. Pressing his ear against it, he eavesdropped then quickly stood up straight. He knew what was happening and he toyed between being a decent brother and being an asshole brother....he chose the latter with a smirk.
Lifting his fist up, he rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles, "guys, everything alright in there?" He asked but smirked to himself, hearing clambering inside the room. "Y..yeah, everything is good Sam!" Lexi called out, clearly flustered and hot and bothered. Sam laughed, composed himself and called back out, "then take it to one your rooms yeah?" He teased before swiftly entering his own room and closing the door before either of them could come after him.
A look of amusement still plastered onto his face.