Dean held up a hand like it was a puppet and mocked Bobby as he complained about his manners and the fact that he and Mika were nagging him about his health.  He then smirked, “Ah. Shut up Bobby.  If you didn’t have Mika, you’d probably be dead of something natural, which would be a damn shame…”

He raised an eyebrow, as if considering the idea of he and Mika finding their own place, but shook it off and took another bite of his sandwich listening to Bobby name off the tasks that needed to be done around the house.  He thought about each individually, ticking off the ones he didn’t want to do in his head.  That would leave…none of them.

When Mika mentioned going shopping, his head perked up.  He stared at her from the corner of his eyes, taking the final bite of his sandwich.  Wiping his hands on his sweats, he took a long and final drink of his coffee before hopping down from the counter.

“You don’t have to go by yourself.  Bobby, make a list.  We can get dressed and hit the market.”, he muttered, the pit in his stomach hitting a fever pitch again that threatened to cause a panic attack.  Mika going out alone.  The thought of watching her drive away caused his worthlessness to creep into his head, and his chest.  Clearing his throat, he tried to push it away, turning to the counter to blink the random cloud of panic attack tears from his eyes, “Knife. Cannister.  Coffee Mug.  Cabinet.  Window.”

He whispered the words to himself, while breathing deeply, trying to ground himself and prove to himself that their current situation was real.