Dean’s eyes lit up as he realized he had a pretty stiff drink in the back of the car.  He hadn’t even remembered the bottle of whiskey since they left Sioux Falls.  He had to admit that while he would rather be in a bar, mingling with people to try and take his mind off the job, he wanted to be safe, for Mika’s sake.

“I think I’ll do both…”, he muttered, glancing over at her with a small smile.  He knew she would probably agree to a cold beer after all the trouble.  He stared off toward the elevator at the wheel chairs that sat by the doors and nodded to her, until she mentioned he was shirtless.  As if he had forgotten, he patted his bare chest and laughed.

“I don’t know…it might get us a discount.”, he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows as she reached his long arm into the back seat and reached around for the hoodie.  His hand finally landed on fabric and he pulled it toward him, slipping his arms into the hole and throwing it over his head, his sore abs flexing when he did so.

He pulled it to rest around his waist, noting how weird it was to wear a hoodie, as he was used to denim and t-shirts, with the occasional leather jacket thrown in.  

“I’ll be right back…”, he said with a smile, opening the door.  He left the door open as he ran over to the elevator, grabbing the house wheel chair and bringing it over to the passenger side.  He parked it near the back of the car, and opened her door, “Do you need help?”