Dean’s heart fluttered as she spoke to him.  It was the most she had admitted so far, and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her again.  He mirrored nearly everything she was saying, except that for him, her romanticism of life was what intoxicated him, when he was around her.  She saw the world as a rosier place than he ever could, and he couldn’t help want to keep that world view safe, making her stay in her books.  As she hugged him, he released her hips, wrapping her up tightly in his arms.

He smiled, “And for me it’s the opposite.  You’re the most romantic…”

Dean’s words were cut off by Mika’s father screaming at them.  He flinched, releasing her just as reluctantly, and almost pushing her behind him out of instinct.  He squeezed her hand tightly, as he realized how bad she was shaking when she touched him.  The fear she was feeling caused his eyes to narrow, wondering if her dad would truly lay hands on her, while he was there, which would be a mistake.

Dean was caught off guard as Mika was pulled away from him, and his jacket was flung into his chest.  He looked down at the jacket, as her dad screamed at him, his mind moving a million miles a minute.  He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, telling him that Mika was in for a rough night, physically.  The thought caused his hand to come out, grabbing her father’s wrist before he could step too far away.

“Hey!”, he yelled, stepping more in line with the man, “Let go of her.  We can talk about this man to man, but don’t…hurt her.”

He breathed heavily, a bit nervous about what her father would do next.  He had had the crap knocked out of him by John plenty of times, for not following orders, but he couldn’t ignore the feeling that things were going to go south, real quick.

“I mean it.  If you want to throw punches…throw them at me.”, he sneered back at him.