Dean watched as Mika dressed, still not wanting to take his eyes off of her for more than a few seconds.  He could tell that she was excited to get out of the house and do the shopping, and for that, he couldn’t complain about her leaving, too much.  He ran a hand through his hair, his anxiety easing a bit at how confident she was that she, herself was coming right back.  He also felt foolish for how possessive he was being toward her, which normally wasn’t his style, at all.

When she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, he couldn’t help draping his arms over her shoulders loosely, “You better.  I’ll be elbow deep in a car engine by then, but I’ll go crazy if anything happens to you, again…”

He whispered his response, a sad smile on his lips as he looked her in they eyes, “I mean it.”

He leaned his head down and kissed her deeply, resting a hand on the back of her head, but being careful not to mess her hair up again.  Although, that would keep her around longer…

‘No Dean.”, he told himself in his head, before pulling away from the kiss and kissing her nose.

“Now get out of here.  And bring me some pie…”, he muttered, placing one more kiss on her forehead, before slapping her ass and shoving her toward the door, “I’ll be in the garage.”