Dean scratched the back of his head absentmindedly as he stepped into the living room. As Bobby spoke to him, he raised his eyebrows sleepily, barely remembering he was in the house. He gave a small chuckle at Bobby chiming in about the night before, shrugging his shoulders.

“I guess you could say that…”, he spoke vaguely, not wanting to go into details with Bobby of all people. But he also knew Bobby wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it all. He stepped into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway as he saw Mika dancing a hit while cooking breakfast. He smiled softly and gave a sigh he didn’t know was waiting in his chest.

She was still there. Not only was she still there, but in rare form. He leaned his bare back against the door frame and cleared his throat loudly to call her out of her dancing. But he admiringly watched for a few minutes before deciding to say anything.

“Mornin’ sunshine! I thought you bolted on me…again…”, he muttered brightly, eyeing the coffee pot as he spoke.