Dean sighed, taking in Mika’s words as badly as he didn’t want to listen.    He rolled his eyes at her first few words, seeing them as just another reasoning for being aggressive over something he could have easily explained to her.  However, when she spoke the next words, his face softened a bit, and his eyes hit the floor.  He regretted bringing up the time that they had spent apart, or the lies that he had almost killed her over, in the past.  It was something he had promised himself he wouldn’t relieve anymore.

At the question as to what they were, Bobby raised his hands, nodding his head as Dean also agreed with his small nod.  No one in the room knew what they were, other than together…but not official.  It was a confusing dynamic that sometimes complicated things.

“I said that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, because I didn’t plan to.  I didn’t plan for you to trust me so little, regardless of what we were…which is damn confusing, by the way.  I didn’t plan for a psycho bitch with a grifter fetish to jump me, in the most aggressive way, and practically rape me in the middle of the bar…”, he explained, before holding his hands out in front of him, exasperated.

“And I didn’t expect you to not understand that I can’t let stuff like that go.  She gave me a free room.  I was afraid she would call the cops and with the money that place had, we could have been screwed!  And instead of letting me explain what had happened, you exploded on me, and her, which I care less about.”, he finished.  He looked up as Bobby sat forward to say something.

“Dean’s ability to say ‘no’ to offers of vice are limited.  It’s something I’ve worried about, for him, for years…especially since he turned 18.  I’m not speaking for the boy, but that’s something that needs to be discussed.  You guys have no titles, no boundaries, no limits…but you both seem to want something out of the other…”, Bobby explained, sitting back in his chair and grabbing the scotch from his end table, “And I can tell you from experience, that relationship ain’t gonna work long term.  You’ll always be possessive, because you’re scared to lose what little you have.”

He pointed at Mika with the bottle.

“And you’ll always be a whore, because you don’t know any other way to be.  When that girl jumped you, you had a decision to make…and you didn’t, because you couldn’t, in your mind.  Set…boundaries…”, he pointed to Dean with the bottle, and then took a long drink.

“I left the note because I didn’t plan to see you again…”, Dean muttered, leaning back in the chair and placing his hand over his eyes, “I didn’t ask to be here.”