Dean continued laughing loudly, until Mika pulled him from the ground.  He helped her, staggering when he stood, but holding onto her tightly.  He smiled even brighter when she grabbed his hand and yelled for him to hide.  The bus that they ran behind was tall enough to completely hide their bodies as Bobby opened the door and looked around the lot, his shotgun in his hand.

He held her close to his chest and peered over the hood, sighing heavily when Bobby went back inside, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and sitting behind his desk to wait for them.

“He’s gonna kill us…”, he laughed, tangling his hand in her hair as he watched Bobby.  He then stumbled back down to the ground, falling onto his ass roughly with a laugh, meeting her eyes, “We might have to hide out here all night.”

The moon showed how bright his eyes were, and how excited but highly intoxicated he was, despite the blood covering his face and fixed broken nose.  He felt like a teenager again, and couldn’t help but seeing Mika that way as well.  They were sneaking around, finding ways to stay together despite everything that tried to tear them apart.  

“I’ll keep you safe…”, he muttered, keeping hold of her as a few raindrops began falling on their faces.