Dean finished emptying his stomach, flushing the toilet as he continued to hug it and heard a voice that caused his eyes to close tightly.  Why would they bring him here, with her?  She lived here, but it felt like a cruel joke to make him face her, this soon.  He stood slowly from the toilet, his head spinning as he grabbed the door facing, and crept around into the living room.

Bobby stood in the kitchen, making Dean a plate of food for when he woke up.  He had also fixed him up a bloody mary, to take some of the edge off his hangover.  He heard Mika chime in from the living room, before Dean stepped out of the bathroom, “Um.  You could say that.  Don’t be mad at me…”

Dean walked across the living room, avoiding any contact with Mika as his eyes quickly glanced to her and then away, confirming his anxiety.  He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a coffee cup.  Bobby quickly snatched the mug from his hands, and sat it heavily on the kitchen counter, before handing him the tomato juice cocktail he had prepared.  Dean made a face, but Bobby just scowled at him.

“Go ahead and ask…”, Bobby muttered, as he stepped around and pulled Dean’s chair out, pointing to the plate of food he had sat in front of it.

“Okay.  What the hell am I doing here?  Dad picked me up.”, he groaned, taking a drink of the Bloody Mary with a scrunched face.

“Well. John was working a case when you called.  He drove your ass here, dropped you off instead of using you as bait, and told me to keep an eye on you, like the good old days.”, Bobby quipped, an odd smile on his face.  He then pulled a chair and sat beside him, “Mika told me everything.”

Dean’s heart sank as Bobby said those words, and he instantly felt sick to his stomach again.  He swallowed his drink heavily, raising his eyebrows and closed his eyes, “So you know why I can’t be here, right?”

“I know why you don’t want to be here.  That don’t mean you shouldn’t be.  I know how you are, boy.  I know how much like your daddy you can be, too.  Object permanence isn’t your style.  You’re [i] Dean Winchester[/i]…”, Bobby said his name with emphasis, before standing again, and stepping toward the living room, “But you know what I think about all that?  It’s a load of horse shit.  You’re better than your daddy.  You do something stupid…you fix it.  You don’t run from it.  Now…no one is leaving this house, until you join us in the living room, and talk to me about this.”

Dean sighed as Bobby left the room, knowing that he would keep his word in not letting him go.  He wasn’t angry at Mika.  He was devastated.  He stood from the chair, grabbing a piece of bacon and shoving it in his mouth as he stepped into the living room behind Bobby, still not making eye contact with Mika.

“Now.  We’re going to sit here, until you’re ready to talk.”, Bobby muttered, sitting in his chair near Mika, and giving her a look.