Dean also stood from the bed after she moved from him.  It felt like a chore to get up, as he did so, and he searched around for his bag.  He got a chuckle, as he looked down and remembered he was nude, while Bobby was downstairs ranting about the night before.

He found his bag, bending over to grab fresh underwear and a t-shirt.  Throwing them on, he turned back to his bag and pulled out his only other pair of sweatpants, stepping into them with a groan.

As she spoke about the text message, he giggled softly, pulling the drawstrings of his sweats and leaned forward for a quick kiss, before yelling on his way out the door, “I’m coming, Bobby!  I’m sorry…don’t starve me!”

He took the steps two at a time on his way down, his feet squeaking to a stop at the entrance of the kitchen.