Dean took another massive bite of his burger after asking his question, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he savored the greasy goodness of his favorite food.  Bobby definitely knew how to speak to his stomach when he was upset.  Dean wasn’t a stress eater.  He was a stress every-activity-er.  When Mika answered his question, he tilted his head to the side, still chewing.

He then swallowed before taking a drink of his beer with a smirking nod, “Meh.  That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all actually.  Find us something…chick flick-y to watch.”

He heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop himself, but then he remembered that Mika loved certain chick flicks.  So, his suggestion would probably be welcomed.  But did she still like them?  He pondered the question in his mind, his eyes nearly on the ceiling, and then took another bite of his burger.

“The movie theatre is dark, though.  So, I’m bringing a gun.”, he mumbled with his mouth full, his eyebrows raised and his face completely serious, despite how ridiculous the request was, “And I gotta get dressed.  You left me half naked…and now I’m disgusting.  How dare you?”

He chuckled, glancing down at the same scratch on his chest, now lightly covered in grease.  They had both been so smitten with each other, since he had returned to the house that Mika thankfully hadn’t asked about the scratches, specifically the deeper of them.  Truthfully, it was a lot better than when it first happened, and his chest was covered in scratches from the hunt he and his dad had failed at.