Bobby rolled his eyes at Mika’s explanation of events, not as surprised as he wished he was.  He had patched Dean up from what seemed like a million bar fights out at Rusty’s.  He simply stared at Dean, and narrowed his eyes, “And your clothes?”

“Vamp blood?”, Dean said sheepishly, raising his shoulders at Bobby.  When Bobby didn’t cave, Dean outwardly cringed, and let his shoulders drop.

“Upstairs.  Both of you…”, Bobby said simply, shaking his head, “And next time you come in from one of your romps…do it in the morning…dressed.”

Dean flinched at Bobby’s words, and started up the stairs, “Bobby for the record, we chose a car that…”

“Just get up stairs before I shoot you!”, Bobby yelled as he stepped back over to his desk.  Dean turned to Mika, giving her a look that read ‘I’m drunk. It came out’ and then slowly walked up the stairs toward her room.

Bobby sat down and turned gently toward Mika, “I know you guys stumbled onto a hunt tonight, but I do hope you had a good night, darling.”