“I love you too.  Don’t get into any trouble, alright?”, Bobby muttered, standing from his chair as she left him.  He carefully made his way to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking what seemed like the first nap in years.  Within minutes, he was snoring.

Dean had his head pressed against his chest, letting the water run down the back of his head and onto his slightly scarred back.  He was wrapped up in his thoughts when Mika stepped into the shower behind him, gasping lightly at her touch.  His face then twisted into a small smile, his muscles flexing a bit from the tickle of her fingers against his stomach.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people…”, he muttered, pulling his chin from his chest and letting the water hit his face for a second before turning around in her arms, his hands coming to cradle her face as he looked down at her, “I mean, I never said we were saving water.”

He laughed and kissed her gently, letting his lips linger on hers for a few moments.  This was going to be a good night.  Other than his worry about John, there wasn’t much to stress over.  He was healed up enough from the werewolf attack, that happened to him on night one back with his dad,  to handle going out with her, without hovering.  It was his biggest worry coming back.  He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t feel she was able to take care of herself.

But part of him still wanted to hover.  It was the first time he had ever lost a fight, other than when she was with him, and even then, the hunt was successful.  He and John had to run away, because John thought Dean was going to die from blood loss, and two kids died…

He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he kissed her, and enjoyed the hot water on his back.