The alcohol was starting to hit Dean a bit harder than he had expected, causing him to glance at the bottle Jess was holding.  She held it up and swirled it around, giving him a visual explanation for why she was cutting him off.  In his stress and pain response, he had almost polished off the majority of the bottle himself.  Sighing, he turned his head back to Mika as she squeezed his hand, raising his eyebrows and kissing her back.

He couldn’t help the little dumb love look that captured his eyes, at her words.  He was relieved to hear her say that not only would she come with him, but that she planned to follow him anywhere he went, “I would like that.  Forever sounds really nice, and I think I had too much to drink.  I actually realized how much I needed you around this last time I was alone with Dad…like you have no idea…”

He scanned her face as she spoke, having trouble finding the words to respond to how loving her words were.  It almost caused him to internally cringe, to hear someone talk this way about him.  No matter how long he hung around her, it would never stop being a new feeling, for him.  It would never stop causing his heart to jump into his throat and that childlike stomach ache to form.  In his alcohol induced delirium, he ate it up, and word vomited a slurred, “I love you so much…”

But then the idea of telling Bobby came up, which he knew would be a conversation he would have to have with his surrogate father, himself.  While Bobby loved the way Mika perked up around him, he also knew that Bobby didn’t completely trust him to keep her safe, because Dean tended to make stupid decisions when he was stressed, and if they fought, he was a runner.  After the last time he abandoned her at the hotel, Bobby had been a little more than hesitant about them going out alone.  He gave a shudder, and nodded, “Yeah, Bobby’s going to be his own challenge.  I’ll talk to him…I think he’ll understand after I tell him about the werewolf hunt…”

He broke off and took a drink from his glass, his eyes coming to meet hers again, shining a bright green under all the blood that covered his face, “I haven’t found the right time to bring up what happened, or why I was so quiet for that week…I’ve been scared he would go after my dad.”