Dean raised his eyebrows, remembering that they got a new bed out of this whole thing.  It only took a near broken leg and a hole in the back of the head to achieve. Nice!  He thought about the fact that Bobby was a better father than either of them had realistically ever had, even if he did have his blow ups.  He had leaned on Bobby since he was a teen, to bail him out of trouble with his Dad if he didn’t feel like doing something stupid that John wanted him to.

He smiled gently at the memory of her mom always liking him.  He liked her too, truthfully.  She took care of him, with the only rope tied to it being that he never let Mika get hurt, or ever made her cry, “She was someone that I felt pretty safe around.  I think she could have taken your dad, if he had laid a good hand on me.”

He laughed a bit, adjusting himself with a small hiss as he forgot about his head.  He was starting to feel like he could get through this without much more help, as far as needing a hospital.  His tension was fading, from the fear of passing out or having seizures, something John would have seen as a weakness.  When she mentioned John, right as his face flashed in Dean’s mind, Dean smirked, “I always kinda wanted you to slap him.  He couldn’t have disapproved of you, less.  And honestly, it would have been hot…”

He laughed a bit harder, “I would have taken the beating for that…”