Dean’s face softened even more when Mika told him not to apologize.  She always did that.  She always put her feelings last, even when he knew that he was in the wrong.  Or maybe he did.

His shoulders flexed under her hand as she rubbed his back, closing his eyes briefly, before nodding.  He knew Bobby was probably still in his feelings about what had happened earlier, but he honestly hoped he didn’t want to talk about John.  At that moment, thinking of John being out on his own with a bunch of strangers, instead of trusting his oldest son was insulting…

He sighed and almost leaned into kiss her, before noticing how clean she was, and how disgusting he was in comparison.  He stepped into the kitchen behind her, not saying a word as he walked over to the stainless steel sink and washed his hands, using the black stained towel over the back of the faucet to wipe as much of the grease as he could off his face.

Bobby simply looked at them across the room, and decided against saying anything to Dean, in case he was still angry with him.  At this point, he likely was.  He took a bite of his food, and continued taking notes for the spell John had called for earlier in the day.

Dean opened his plate and smiled, seeing a burger and fries in the box, “Oh yeah.  Hello beautiful…”

He smiled widely, as his grumbling stomach called out for the burger, pulling it up to his mouth and taking a huge bite.  He turned his eyes to look at Mika, giving her a sweet smirk from behind his full cheeks as he chewed.  He felt bad about the garage, and throwing a fit.  He was just incredibly angry, and there were only so many ways to take out that anger without hurting anyone, for him.  And there was no one in this house he would dare lay a hand on.

As he swallowed his first bite, he raised his eyebrows and looked over at her, “I know I’m on vacation, but what do you wanna do with the rest of the night.  I’m grounded.  Dad said so apparently…”