Dean laughed a bit at the fact that someone had managed to ‘train’ Bobby Singer.  But if anyone could do it, it was Mika.  Bobby had a pure heart under all the rage and alcoholism.  He had learned that through the years, with Bobby defying requests from John, just to make sure Dean had a good weekend here and there that didn’t involve hunting, or preparing to hunt.

Stepping into the bathroom, Dean stepped over to the sink and turned it on, before wiping his hand across the still steamy mirror.  Staring into his own tired eyes, he pressed a little toothpaste onto the brush and tossed it in his mouth, scrubbing roughly at his teeth like he was at a girls for the first time.  It made him smirk, how nervous he was around Mika, now that he knew who she was.  He was never nervous around any girl, much less a girl he was familiar with.  But this was different.

“It’s been a while since we both tried to cram into a bed that size to sleep…”, he quipped from the bathroom, after spitting into the sink, and placing his toothbrush on the edge.  He turned and exited the bathroom, almost smiling at the fact that she was on the bed, still within his reach.

He stepped over to the bed as well, climbing slowly over the foot of it, before coming face to face with her, still on his hands and knees with a sheepish smile.  He then placed a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling against them as he joked, “…just don’t hog the covers…”