Dean scoffed at her words about the junk food Bobby had on the list.  Bobby knew him as well as he would know his own son, and most of the food was stuff they would agree on.  So, he raised his eyebrows at the idea of eating something that wouldn’t destroy his heart by age 30.  He also knew that she was a little more picky about what she put in her body, which made it a little more challenging to get uniform groceries.  For that, he rolled his eyes, “You’re just a princess…”

When she nudged him, he nudged her back a little roughly and shrugged his shoulders.  He was a suck up.  Maybe it was because he wasn’t Bobby’s blood and he felt the need to fight a bit harder to get his approval, but either way, he was the good kid.  Laughing at her comment, he reached before the door and grabbed the finished tickets for Bobby to call his clients and tell them their cars were done.

As he stepped into the house, he yelled out before stepping up behind Mika, “Bobby!  The Vans, the mustang and the Chevelle are done!”

He then stepped up behind Mika and sat his bag on the counter, hugging her waist quickly before digging into the bag.  He gasped at the sight of both pie and whiskey, pulling them out with a wide smile.  His smile faded a bit into confusion, when he saw the hair dye.

“Um…”, he started speaking, sitting the whiskey down gently, but holding the pie to his chest, “That’s not food.  Needing a change?”