Dean shrugged his shoulders at her, in a way to say ‘I can never be too careful’, even though he knew that while they were together…she was the only one that needed to worry.  His eyes were known to wander, as he had always seen everything in life as temporary.  He didn’t know if that would ever change.  He found himself being more reckless every day, especially when angry or stressed.  It worried him any time they were together out and about, because it took her letting him know he was acting out for him to really realize it - with girls or with monsters.

He hugged her arm in his, as he resigned himself to stick to her like glue, especially when drinking.  As he continued to enjoy the rainy air, he smiled, “I’ve tied you down…made you soft.  But who would I be, without you?  Hmm?  A raging lunatic…That’s who…Hell, you’re the only constant in my life, as much as we butt heads.”

As they walked down the street, he kept his ears sharp, while waiting for her answer.  It was a safe area, for the most part, but as a hunter, he couldn’t help himself.  Call it PTSD.  Call it paranoia.  Call it protectiveness.  Either way, nothing bad was going to happen, tonight.  He had a good feeling.

The tiny one screen movie theatre, built into the side of a bar came into view in the distance as their feet crunched along the gravel side of the road.  It was a welcome sight, with all its neon.  He did narrow his eyes a bit at the sight of a row of motorcycles parked out front.  The normal customers around here were either friends of Bobbys, drifters, or locals…not bikers.