When Mika squeezed his hand, Dean closed his eyes for a second, before clearing his throat and stepping out of the car completely.  He leaned over the roof of the car, and made a face to let her know he was thinking about her question, of snacks.  He then pointed, “Pork Rinds and Coke…”

He usually drank very little other than beer and maybe the occasional club soda.  But something about fat and cola just struck him as perfect road food, and less chances of needing to make pit stops.  He gave her a smile, before running around to the back of the car and lifting the fuel hatch, similarly to John’s.

As he filled up, he looked around the parking lot.  He caught a glimpse of a young boy with shaggy hair, and flashes of Sam’s smile burned his brain as he sighed and watched the young boy laugh.  Maybe time away from his brother wasn’t what he needed, just time away from John.  He turned his head back toward the interior of the shop while the gas pumped, watching Mika’s every move as she walked around.