Bobby smiled to himself, even if he was annoyed at Dean, and walked to his bedroom, shutting the door.  For once, he planned to get a good night of sleep, since the hunters were on a break.  Maybe the phones would be quiet, well…the ones that were still on the hook.

Dean sulked up the stairs, tripping a couple of times as his untied boots tripped him up with the help of alcohol.  As Mika came up behind him and pushed him, he giggled, and leaned into her whisper, “Ohhh.  Joint bath?  I would love to!”

He realized then, that he was still pretty drunk.  He could walk.  He could talk, but he was still feeling playful and silly, which was definitely in his nature when he was drunk.  Playful and horny.  Walking into the room, he turned to her and flexed his pectoral muscles, almost forgetting how bad his chest still hurt at times.

“You just want to get me naked again…”, he joked as he walked backward toward the bathroom, “But we are absolutely disgusting…and I’m actually tired for once in my life.  So, bath, and bed with plans for tomorrow?”

As he asked the question, his eyes glittered a bit.  He wasn’t used to planning tomorrow, or next week.  Half the time, he didn’t even know if he would be alive in the next hour.  So, with his plans to stay with her for a while, and John not wanting him anywhere near his big hunt, he was happy to plan out their days, and adventures.

Pulling her to him, he gave her a smiley kiss and pulled her into the bathroom with him.