Dean paused his washing of her back and looked down at the back of her head a bit confused by the term ‘onion’ at first and then broke out into laughter, trying not to be too loud, as she told the full story.  He leaned his forehead against her shoulder as he stifled his laughter, “Of course he was drunk…”

He kept his head there for a few moments, taking in the fact that Bobby could likely see they were both sane and at least somewhat happy with each other, for now.  After witnessing one of the most volatile of their fights, he was probably just relieved that not only was Mika happy, but they weren’t coming to nearly blows in his living room.

Dean narrowed his eyes and leaned his head up staying relatively close to her face as he did, “How the hell am I going to judge you?  Have you met me?  I love the little things…It just makes me appreciate how not complicated you really are, sometimes.”

He smiled and leaned forward a bit to turn her face to him, raising his eyebrows in a way to say ‘seriously’ with a smile.