Dean nodded lightly, his bag thrown over his right shoulder as he assessed in his mind everything they needed.  He assumed that since Mika was going, Bobby had probably packed her up, to make sure they didn’t forget anything.  He spun on his heel after the small kiss to his cheek and walked over to the coat rack, rummaging his hands through her pockets.

Finding her keys, he twirled them on his fingers and caught them in his palm with a ‘hmph’.  He turned to Bobby and held the keys up, “Keep your phone on.  I’ll text you when we get there and everything.  Take care of yourself, while we’re gone…”

He wanted to make sure that Bobby was thinking of himself while they were gone, but also was on call, because at times he was all they had to fall back on.  He then opened the door and made the small walk to Mika’s Impala, running his hands from the hood, all the way down the side of the car and then around to the trunk before slipping the key into the lock.  He opened it with a smile, at how similar it was to John’s Impala, despite being a different year.  Throwing his bag in the trunk, he turned back to the house, and leaned against the side of the car, waiting for Mika.