Dean smiled sweetly at the lady at the counter of the movie theatre.  He was still thinking over their conversation during their walk, enjoying that they were slightly more open with each other, like when they were teenagers.  It felt new and fresh.  It was nice.  It almost felt as if they could put aside all of the fights and the crying, and not cycle through everything all over again.

He wrapped his arm around Mika as soon as they sat down, snuggling up to her and once again feeling like a teenager again.  He even looked down at her hand in his, almost seeing his as much thinner and not as scarred.  He smiled, and turned back to the screen as the movie started.

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Dean stretched as she did, cracking his neck as he stood up.  He had almost forgotten how stiff he got when they were cuddling while sitting up, especially when he decided to wrap his arms around her.  He reached his hand out and took hers, kissing her knuckles quickly and then began to drag her down the stairs of the movie theatre, “I’m more than ready for that.  I didn’t think the movie was so bad!  I mean…we’ve definitely watched worse, while you cried into a bowl of ice cream…”

He laughed and elbowed her a bit, “This is nice…”

As they stepped out of the theatre and through the connecting door way of the bar, Dean looked around the smokey establishment with a pleased look on his face.  It was his familiar little dive bar, full of cigar smoke and drunken idiots…and women that he knew a bit too well from his brief time away from Mika back in the day.

Bobby would never let him stay at the house while she was hiding out there.  To say that he was a nervous drinking mess before he was even old enough to drink, was an understatement.  A waitress spotted him, instantly smiling brightly and running toward them, “Dean Winchester!”

As soon as she said his name, a dozen or more heads perked up, staring at them.

“Great…Oh hey Diana!”, he turned his frown into a wide smile that didn’t meet his eyes, allowing her to hug him briefly.

“What can I get for you guys?”, she asked, looking Mika up and down, her face unmoving as she took in who Dean was hanging out with, now.

“Um…I think we’re coming to you.  I figured we would hang out at the bar for a bit, if that’s alright.”

“Sure!  Your stool is still empty.  Has been since the last time you strolled through here…what…a year ago?”, she asked, causing Dean to bob his head side to side as he calculated.  She smiled brightly at him again, playfully slapping his chest with the towel in her hand and gestured for them to take a seat.

“Phew. Um…let’s go get a drink.”, he laughed to Mika, uncomfortable at the interaction, but thankful that Diana realized everything was strictly platonic, and Mika was obviously more than a friend.