Dean knew Bobby would allow him to stay as long as he needed.  Hell, Bobby would fake Dean’s death if he needed him to.   He was a father to him, coming to bat for him his entire life.  The only person Bobby seemed to love more than Dean was Mika, which made sense, both because she was his actual blood and because she was a saint, in Dean’s eyes…compared to himself.

He continued running his fingers up and down her arms, until she suggested that they get out of the tub.  He nodded lightly, “Yeah.  Let’s do that…”

Pushing her forward gently, he pushed himself out of the water with the sides of the tub, and stepped out, wanting to get to a towel before she could. As soon as he found the towels, he wrapped one around himself, tying it loosely around his waist like a skirt after drying off a bit.  He then grabbed one more, turning back to her and holding it out to her like a child, almost.

“My lady…”, he quipped, with his signature smile attached.  As rough as tonight had been, he couldn’t help but smile through it.  He was thankful, through the short bout of pain. He kept reminding himself of that as he sighed gently and wiggled the towel back and forth.