LEXI
Lexi found herself watching as Dean walked towards the library without so much as a word, just opening a secret drinks cabinet and walking back with two glasses and a bottle of cheap whiskey. The fact it was still day time and he was doing this told her that this one hell of a story and there was a lot more to it than Sam ever let on that drunken night in the bar. She closed the laptop so the screen light wouldn't distract her and she turned in her chair to put her whole attention onto what Dean was going to say. She wanted to learn more about Sam, just as much as she wanted to learn more about Dean. Ever since Sam helped her not lose her mind through grief when he found her in her home distraught staring at the dead body of her fiancée, she felt a kinship to the man. She wanted to protect him as much as he protected her and helped her. He became a true friend and the very thought of something upsetting him so much, upset her. So when she heard Dean say he was convinced Sam would have married this girl in Denver was a surprise to her. Of the two brothers, Sam did strike her as the one to get married first, but she knew him as such a dedicated hunter, the idea of him finding a moment to marry someone was surprising.
She listened still as Dean began to explain what happened in their lives before she met Sam. Trials? Closing the gates of Hell forever? It was all such big news to her, something she didn't even think was even remotely possible. She couldn't imagine what must have been going through their minds when doing these trials, or what went through Dean's head when Sam stepped in and took the full brunt of the first one- whatever that trial was. She didn't say a word, just letting Dean talk as much as he needed to as it was clear he had a lot of this bottled up for a long time. Hearing that Sam had a seizure because of the trials broke her heart, sadness filling her eyes, unable to think of how scared this girl and Dean must have been finding Sam in such a scary situation. Lexi saw him shudder as he relieved those memories in his head, making her grab the bottle of whiskey and pour herself a drink as he began to speak again and explain just how much Anna meant to Sam. She couldn't think of Sam as someone who threatened his own brother with death for speaking someone's name, he always was so compassionate and caring in the time she had known him. It was like she was learning a whole new side of Sam that was driven by so much heartache.
Then it cameâŠthe words âthen we lost Mika'. That name she recognised. Sam had told her about Mika and how she was everything to Dean, to them both. Had been together since they were kids, defied so many odds only to be ripped apart on a hunt. Sipping her drink, her eyes followed his hand as he reached out to John's journal, watching him flip it open and pull out photographs. Lexi reached out and pulled the photograph closer to her as he tapped on Anna in the group photo. They all looked so happy and like a tight knit family. The thought that it was now just he and Sam and by the sounds of it, sometimes their sister was devastating. Life had been so cruel to the brothers and it didn't feel fair in the slightest. âShe's adorableâ she remarked about Anna before he explained what usually happens if Sam and Anna do end up seeing each other. âI guess we can only hope that doesn't happenâ she sighed, when she spotted another photo of Dean with a woman who she could only surmise was this Mika.
âThis her? Mika?â She asked carefully, showing that she didn't want to pry too much but she couldn't hide that she didn't notice the photo. The two of them looked so happy in it and Mika looked so utterly in love with him as she sat beside him on a couch, leaning into him, hands on his arm. Lexi had to admit to herself, she didn't think Mika would look like how she did with the dyed hair and dark eyes, but they looked good together. She could tell that Mika was quite the personality just by what she could see in the photo and dare she say, the two of them looked like they were meant to be together until the end of time. Lexi felt awful for him but it was a loss she knew all too well. A loss that also eventually led her to Dean. Taking a sip of her drink, she stood up, Patting his thigh as she did so. âI'll be right back, stay thereâ she said softly, walking out of the war room and to her room where she went through her spare duffel that was solely for clothing and dug down into it, pulling out a small pouch full of photos and headed back to Dean in the war room.
Back in the room, she sat back down where she was, opened the pouch and pulled out one photo of her and her ex, pushing it towards Dean. âthis is my one that got taken from me. His name isâŠwas Owen.â She said, forcing herself to correct her wording into past tense. The photo showed herself with Owen in a photo studio whilst he was clearly the one taking the photo of them both, whilst he had made her laugh mid photo, looking very proud of himself for making her laugh, whilst keeping her very close. âHe was an avid professional photographer and extremely talentedâŠ.â She said sadly. âThat was taken moments before he proposed to meâ she added, getting choked up to the point she made herself take a swing of her drink to regain any kind of self control.
SAM
Sam knew it would be a shock to hear his theory of why demons were trying to find his brother. It was truly the only thing that made any kind of sense and that Anya was the first one out of her and Lexi to be told that bit of information. He didn't want to tell her like that, but he had to let her know it wasn't because of her that demons were after Dean. At least, as far as they knew, solely responsible. Demons were always after them, so he didn't want Anya to feel bad for what had transpired.
Inside the shop, he let the artist talk with Anya and discuss where she wanted the design, glad that the artist was able to interpret where she was signaling with no words. It was one reason he explained why they had gone in to begin with, because he didn't want Anya to get frustrated like she did in the tech store. He followed the two of them through to the guy's station and looked at Anya as she felt the need to tell him something via her phone. He leaned into the phone's speaker so he could hear what she wanted to tell him clearly, making his eyes glance across at her in the process. At the end of the message he gave a nod. âOkay, I'll give them a message. I'll just be at the front of the store waiting on the couch okay?â He replied, leaning over kissing the top of her head before walking back to the front of the store. Sighing, he wondered how to word the warning without completely ruining what he presumed was a light hearted happy vibe in the bunker between Dean and Lexi. Pulling his phone out, he opened up the chat between him and Dean and hovered on it for a few minutes as he sat down to wait for Anya.
He hoped he wasn't going to interrupt anything and just started typing:
âHey Dean, just a heads up. Before leaving the motel with Anya's belongings, she told me demons had attacked the owner asking where you were. They're on the hunt for you and know somehow Anya is connected to us. She's getting tattooed now so she's protected and I'm keeping an eye out. But needed to give you the heads upâ
He clicked send and sighed, staring out the window looking at nearly everyone with suspicion.
Lexi found herself watching as Dean walked towards the library without so much as a word, just opening a secret drinks cabinet and walking back with two glasses and a bottle of cheap whiskey. The fact it was still day time and he was doing this told her that this one hell of a story and there was a lot more to it than Sam ever let on that drunken night in the bar. She closed the laptop so the screen light wouldn't distract her and she turned in her chair to put her whole attention onto what Dean was going to say. She wanted to learn more about Sam, just as much as she wanted to learn more about Dean. Ever since Sam helped her not lose her mind through grief when he found her in her home distraught staring at the dead body of her fiancée, she felt a kinship to the man. She wanted to protect him as much as he protected her and helped her. He became a true friend and the very thought of something upsetting him so much, upset her. So when she heard Dean say he was convinced Sam would have married this girl in Denver was a surprise to her. Of the two brothers, Sam did strike her as the one to get married first, but she knew him as such a dedicated hunter, the idea of him finding a moment to marry someone was surprising.
She listened still as Dean began to explain what happened in their lives before she met Sam. Trials? Closing the gates of Hell forever? It was all such big news to her, something she didn't even think was even remotely possible. She couldn't imagine what must have been going through their minds when doing these trials, or what went through Dean's head when Sam stepped in and took the full brunt of the first one- whatever that trial was. She didn't say a word, just letting Dean talk as much as he needed to as it was clear he had a lot of this bottled up for a long time. Hearing that Sam had a seizure because of the trials broke her heart, sadness filling her eyes, unable to think of how scared this girl and Dean must have been finding Sam in such a scary situation. Lexi saw him shudder as he relieved those memories in his head, making her grab the bottle of whiskey and pour herself a drink as he began to speak again and explain just how much Anna meant to Sam. She couldn't think of Sam as someone who threatened his own brother with death for speaking someone's name, he always was so compassionate and caring in the time she had known him. It was like she was learning a whole new side of Sam that was driven by so much heartache.
Then it cameâŠthe words âthen we lost Mika'. That name she recognised. Sam had told her about Mika and how she was everything to Dean, to them both. Had been together since they were kids, defied so many odds only to be ripped apart on a hunt. Sipping her drink, her eyes followed his hand as he reached out to John's journal, watching him flip it open and pull out photographs. Lexi reached out and pulled the photograph closer to her as he tapped on Anna in the group photo. They all looked so happy and like a tight knit family. The thought that it was now just he and Sam and by the sounds of it, sometimes their sister was devastating. Life had been so cruel to the brothers and it didn't feel fair in the slightest. âShe's adorableâ she remarked about Anna before he explained what usually happens if Sam and Anna do end up seeing each other. âI guess we can only hope that doesn't happenâ she sighed, when she spotted another photo of Dean with a woman who she could only surmise was this Mika.
âThis her? Mika?â She asked carefully, showing that she didn't want to pry too much but she couldn't hide that she didn't notice the photo. The two of them looked so happy in it and Mika looked so utterly in love with him as she sat beside him on a couch, leaning into him, hands on his arm. Lexi had to admit to herself, she didn't think Mika would look like how she did with the dyed hair and dark eyes, but they looked good together. She could tell that Mika was quite the personality just by what she could see in the photo and dare she say, the two of them looked like they were meant to be together until the end of time. Lexi felt awful for him but it was a loss she knew all too well. A loss that also eventually led her to Dean. Taking a sip of her drink, she stood up, Patting his thigh as she did so. âI'll be right back, stay thereâ she said softly, walking out of the war room and to her room where she went through her spare duffel that was solely for clothing and dug down into it, pulling out a small pouch full of photos and headed back to Dean in the war room.
Back in the room, she sat back down where she was, opened the pouch and pulled out one photo of her and her ex, pushing it towards Dean. âthis is my one that got taken from me. His name isâŠwas Owen.â She said, forcing herself to correct her wording into past tense. The photo showed herself with Owen in a photo studio whilst he was clearly the one taking the photo of them both, whilst he had made her laugh mid photo, looking very proud of himself for making her laugh, whilst keeping her very close. âHe was an avid professional photographer and extremely talentedâŠ.â She said sadly. âThat was taken moments before he proposed to meâ she added, getting choked up to the point she made herself take a swing of her drink to regain any kind of self control.
SAM
Sam knew it would be a shock to hear his theory of why demons were trying to find his brother. It was truly the only thing that made any kind of sense and that Anya was the first one out of her and Lexi to be told that bit of information. He didn't want to tell her like that, but he had to let her know it wasn't because of her that demons were after Dean. At least, as far as they knew, solely responsible. Demons were always after them, so he didn't want Anya to feel bad for what had transpired.
Inside the shop, he let the artist talk with Anya and discuss where she wanted the design, glad that the artist was able to interpret where she was signaling with no words. It was one reason he explained why they had gone in to begin with, because he didn't want Anya to get frustrated like she did in the tech store. He followed the two of them through to the guy's station and looked at Anya as she felt the need to tell him something via her phone. He leaned into the phone's speaker so he could hear what she wanted to tell him clearly, making his eyes glance across at her in the process. At the end of the message he gave a nod. âOkay, I'll give them a message. I'll just be at the front of the store waiting on the couch okay?â He replied, leaning over kissing the top of her head before walking back to the front of the store. Sighing, he wondered how to word the warning without completely ruining what he presumed was a light hearted happy vibe in the bunker between Dean and Lexi. Pulling his phone out, he opened up the chat between him and Dean and hovered on it for a few minutes as he sat down to wait for Anya.
He hoped he wasn't going to interrupt anything and just started typing:
âHey Dean, just a heads up. Before leaving the motel with Anya's belongings, she told me demons had attacked the owner asking where you were. They're on the hunt for you and know somehow Anya is connected to us. She's getting tattooed now so she's protected and I'm keeping an eye out. But needed to give you the heads upâ
He clicked send and sighed, staring out the window looking at nearly everyone with suspicion.