Dean carefully cradled Mika between his legs as they walked down the stairs.  When he kissed her neck and she reacted with a pat, he raised his eyebrows and huffed, “I’m in control.  Control yourself…”

He chuckled, and stomped onto the living room floor with her still walking between his legs he had spread for stability.  He reluctantly let her go, as she stepped away from him and over to Bobby, scratching his abs a bit as he straightened up and stretched.

Bobby gave Dean a slight glare, as his gaze fell on his bare chest, and rolled his eyes, leaning into Mika’s kiss on the cheek, “Good afternoon, lazy bones.”

He gave her a warm smile, showing her that he wasn’t really upset, just aggravated but still loved her.  He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, rubbing her arm, before pulling away and digging in his pant pocket.  He pulled out a crumpled couple of twenties, handing them to her, and then turned to Dean.

“Meeko, you can wait for the food…but you…”, he pointed at Dean, who was absentmindedly rubbing at a scratch on his chest, “Dean!”

Dean snapped out of his trance and looked up at Bobby, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows raised.

“To make up for the show I was forced to view earlier, you’re going to take the garage.  You’re faster than me, and if I’m going to feed both you idjits, we’re gonna need some money.  Make yourself useful for a change, will ya?”, he commanded Dean.  Dean frowned, almost confused, “Now!”

“Oh!  You mean like…right now.”

“Yes dumbass, before I send you back to your daddy on principle.”, Bobby finished.  Dean flexed his pecs at Mika with a smirk and his tongue between his teeth, which caused Bobby to clench his fists, and Dean’s face to drop before he rolled his eyes and took of through the kitchen to the garage.

“I have to man the phones for a while.  We got some activity over in Kansas, and there’s a lot of FBI calls coming in…looks demonic.  Just, get the food, get me a beer, and I’ll be in my office.”, Bobby explained to Mika, before patting her arm and stepping over to his ‘office’ which was really just his desk he had planted in the living room.