Dean smiled brightly and clapped his hands, before standing up from the table finally, “YEAH!  I actually got something I wanted…Today’s going to be a good day.”

He scooted over to the liquor cabinet, rummaging through the bottles carefully.  His eyes finally landed on the cheap scotch Bobby always saved for the end of a good hunt.  Considering Dean never seemed to be there when Bobby came back, whether with Rufus or some other hunter.  He pulled the bottle out and danced back across the room with it in his hand, just as Mika confirmed they were taking the Impala.  

He ran up to her with the Scotch clutched above his head and wrapped his arm around her, giving her a kiss on the top of the head, “Yeah, yeah..salt, iron, maybe some holy water just in case…”

As he confirmed what they needed to get, he waved Bobby off.  Then he realized Bobby wouldn’t let them leave until they packed.  So, he sighed and stepped out of the kitchen, “Fine…fine.  I’ll go grab my clothes.  Make sure we have salt and iron.  You guys are no fun, not being happy for me…”

It was one of Dean’s babyish pouts he tended to have out of rare bouts of selfishness. He knew it got his way with Sam, but not typically with Bobby.  Sighing, he threw his hands up and ran up the stairs to get his bag.  By the time he got back down the stairs with the bag, his pout was gone.