Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika, ready to defend himself to her with a scared look before Bobby chimed in and said that he didn’t believe him anyway.  Sinking in his chair a bit, he stabbed his fork into his food and took a bite with a pout.

As he chewed, he glanced up at Mika who was looking at him and gave a small smirk, kicking her leg under the table.  While he regretted upsetting Bobby, and potentially being extremely disrespectful after he took him in, he also didn’t regret anything.  It was just easier to…handle these situations in a hotel, where people didn’t listen, or pretended not to hear.  He took another massive bite and raised his eyebrows at Bobby when he mentioned a case.

“Oh yeah?  What kind of case?  I need the work out I’m sore…”, he muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he instantly regretted saying the words.  He recovered and stammered, “…y-you know…from working on the cars.”