Dean climbed the stairs quickly, and hopped onto the top step, like a child.  He stepped into the room, finding his bag sitting near the end of the bed.  He didn’t have many nice clothes, but he had some nice fitting jeans.  Unzipping his bag, he pulled the jeans and a white t-shirt, as well as a hunter green button-down. He tossed them on the bed and turned to the bathroom.  He kicked his untied boots off his feet and reached into the shower, turning it on before turning to the mirror over the sink with a sigh.

“Keep it together.  This trip wasn’t about the k-…about that.”, he explained to himself in the mirror, before ducking his head a bit as he ran his hand over his chest with his eyes squeezed shut.  He huffed, and shoved his pants down his legs before turning and stepping into the shower.

As he washed the grease from himself, his mind began playing tricks on him, almost immediately.  He saw it coming, the second the kids he couldn’t save started flashing in his mind every time he closed his eyes.  He scrubbed quickly, hurrying to get out of the shower, and hopefully calm himself down as his heart began to race.  It was then that the water at his feet started to look like blood, slowly turning a deeper shade of red.

“No no no…no…NO!  Stop it…”, he groaned, closing his eyes tightly, his fist clenched at his side, “C’mon Dean.  You can’t save everyone, remember?  C’mon…”

Bobby looked up from the book he was staring at, wiping his eyes roughly from lack of sleep and eye strain.  He smiled at his niece, watching her stand in the door way, offering to go out, “I think it sounds great for you to get away for a bit.  You can both be out of my hair, and I can get some work done.”

He yawned loudly, “Or, while it’s quiet, I can take a nap…in peace.”

He smirked at Mika, finishing off his beer and placing the bottle back on his desk as he leaned back in his chair.

“Go.  Get out of here.  Take some money out of the lock box.  My treat.”, he finished, waving his hand at her to go.  He wanted her to have some fun, be normal for a bit.  She needed it, and judging by the state of Dean’s zoning out and rage fits, Dean could use it too.  He had no sooner leaned his head back, until he was dozing off, jarring himself out of his nap.  

He leaned forward, slapping his book shut and stood from the desk.  He made his way across the room, patting Mika on the chest as he walked by her and into the kitchen for a nap time beer.