Dean had watched her face so intently as his lips rested against her knuckles that he almost didn’t hear her confirm that she would come with him.  His eyes lit up a bit at the idea that he wouldn’t be alone on the road anymore, barely able to concentrate and having no support other than John barking orders.  He smiled, and sat their hands down on his lap, as she continued to explain her terms to him.  

He nodded, “Deal…I know you and Dad don’t see eye to eye, and that’s fine.  You’re that much like Sammy.”

He let a little chuckle leave his throat, before diverting his eyes as Sam’s name echoed in his head, and the worry crept through the alcohol.  He took a long drink from his glass and tapped it on the counter as she asked other question he was dreading, pushing the thoughts of Sam aside as Jess poured him another drink.  She tapped the bottle on the counter, their little under the table signal that he needed to slow down.

“I um…yeah.  He still thinks you’re Kenzi.  That might complicate things at first, but I’m sure that we can sit down together and talk.”, he explained nervously, squeezing her hand, “He hated Kenzi, but he wasn’t fond of Mika either, you know.  He thought you were a distraction.  You were too close to me settling down and abandoning the life.”

He sighed, pressing his lips together tightly, “But I’ll deal with that.  I don’t want to go through…that…alone again.”

He was just drunk enough for his mind to lose a bit of control over secrets and things that he would normally keep inside, to not lay his problems on other people.  It was part of his rage issue.  He kept things bottled up, until the only way to get the frustration out was fighting, having sex, or getting so drunk that he didn’t care about it anymore.