Dean nodded reluctantly at the idea of having to make it through another door, before they could even attempt to walk up the stairs of the house.  So many ways to make noise.  When she stepped over to the next door, and poked her head through it, he couldn’t help but poke his head through as well.  Holding both his shoulders, he leaned in above her head to check and see if the coast was clear.

When she gave him a signal that the coast was clear, he pulled his head back and released her, placing a hand on her lower back and slipping around her to tiptoe toward the stairs.  Before he could touch the first step, Bobby’s voice shook him to his core.

“You wanna explain to me why I just got a call from Jessica Mosby, telling me that you left her with a mess at the bar?  I had to call Rufus.”, Bobby grumbled from across the room.  Dean froze, staring over at him as he continued, “I can see you, you idjit.  Where are your clothes?  And where’s my niece?  Jess said you guys were pretty beat up and wasted…”