Bobby stood from the desk with a nod, following Mika enough to grab one of the bags of food.  He rummaged in it as she stepped into the garage, a bit worried about Dean’s state of mind after finding out his dad basically dumped him again.  He sighed and pulled his plate out, walking back over to his desk and sitting down with a huff.

As Mika stepped out to meet him, Dean didn’t pull himself from the car.  He had thrown the Impala keys onto the countertop, and was aggressively tightening a bolt while grunting.  He was pissed.  He was pissed at his dad for leaving him out of such a big hunt, especially one that he felt he might die.  What was his plan, just to leave Dean alone?  No plan?  No instructions?  Just…take care of the car?!

As he heard Mika’s voice, he smirked slightly leaning up from the car, and huffing, his chest covered in grease from the violent work he had been doing on the little Pinto, “I’ll be in, in a second…”

He ducked back down to get to a stopping point, pulling the wrench from the cart near the hood.  He began tightening the bolt, grunting here and there, until the wrench came loose from the bolt, causing him to bang his hand against the side of the car painfully.

“DAMMIT!”, he erupted, showing that his mood was incredibly touchy.  He stepped back from the car, and threw the wrench, sticking it into the exterior wall of the garage with a bang.  He brought his greasy hands up to his face, and growled before flexing his sore hand.  It was then that he realized Mika was still standing with him, and his face softened with a sigh.  He wiped a bit of sweat from his upper lip with the back of his hand and glanced to her, “I’m sorry…”