Dean also took in the fresh air hitting his sticky face as they stepped out the door.  Unlike Mika, he was drunk and waved at almost everyone they met on the sidewalk.  Most people withdrew away from them as they passed, not wanting to be anywhere near Dean, in fear they would end up with the river of blood he was covered in on their body, or that they would be killed.

He frowned, “Everyone’s so rude, tonight…”

He was almost thankful when they hit the quiet, dark road that led to the junkyard, and everything fell silent around them, other than the crunching of their boots against the gravel.  He glanced over at Mika, smiling at how the moon was hitting her skin right now.  Oddly enough, she was even more attractive, covered in blood, than without.

He laughed at his thoughts, tripping at one point as some of the later shots began to hit his head.  He giggled at the trip, and turned to walk backward, “You’re so beautiful.  You look…-hiccup- like a painting.  I just wanna get you all wrapped up and…”

He tripped and fell backward just as they got to the gate, his back slamming into the sheet metal with a loud bang.  Holding his finger up to his lips, he turned and shushed the metal, reaching out and holding onto Mika’s arms as she approached. He adjusted himself and backed through the fence, wrapping her in his arms tightly, while he hummed in her face.  The tune was a Bryan Adams song, from their teen years.  He paused the humming and leaned in close to her face, “You’re the only…-hiccup- person I wanna be this way with.  You know that?  You’re perfect…and smart…and…”

He fell backward again, tripping over a bumper, and fell to the gravel with a loud thud and a groan, before laughing.  A light flickered on inside the living room window, as he laughed loudly, reaching for Mika.