Dean had just sat in the desk chair, as far away from Mikas he could get.  At Bobby’s words, he rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands on his lap.  He had figured Bobby was planning something like this, when they were in the kitchen.  

However, at Mika’s words, his ears perked up and he sat forward in the chair, rubbing his eyebrow roughly.  Bobby noticed, and took a deep breath, “Oh boy…”

“Me?!”, Dean nearly erupted, losing his temper a bit.  He leaned forward, pointing his finger at her, now sober enough to not only defend himself, but seemingly to attack.  Bobby leaned forward as well, ready to moderate the argument, “Who the hell was it that said, no matter what we go through that she would always be there?!  Who’s the one who said that she wouldn’t throw everything I’ve ever done in my face, if I agreed to do the same?!”

Bobby closed his eyes, knowing Dean was going to go for the jugular out the gate.  It was what he was hoping for.  Clear the room, and get it out, but he had to slow him down, “Dean…”

“AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO MANIPULATED ME, TWISTED ME, AND…”, he took a deep breath as the tears started to form from pure rage and hurt, and dropped his hand, “And made me believe that I was crazy for MONTHS!  You got to walk away from all of it.  You could have come back to me…and you didn’t…”

Bobby sighed again, his eyes moving to Mika as Dean erupted, “Okay.  That’s enough…”

“I’m not used to all this.  I made one…ONE mistake, and you have the nerve to say that you wished you were dead?!  Do you have any idea what that means, in my head?”, Dean asked, finally settling from his eruption, his eyes finally meeting her as he glared, and Bobby cleared his throat.

“I think what we’re failing to address here, is who you both have become, since the attack.”, Bobby explained, trying not to feed into Dean’s insecurity by commenting on the statement Mika had made that hurt him so bad.