Bobby turned as they reached the bottom of the stairs, stepping into the living room with three glasses in his hand.  Two of the glasses contained an amber liquid, which was likely some scotch or whiskey.  The other glass held a darker liquid, which Dean noticed and assumed was Mika’s special drink.

“You two both okay?”, Bobby asked sitting the glasses down on the coffee table carefully as Dean brought Mika over to the couch and sat down, leaving her on his lap.  He rested his hand on her thigh, and brought his other hair up to her hair, running his fingers through gently.

“Theoretically, I think so…”, Dean quipped as Bobby’s eyes fell on his nose.

“She re-break it?”, Bobby asked, stepping back into the kitchen briefly, before returning with a wet rag, handing it to Dean.  Dean didn’t bring it to his nose yet, but shook his head at Bobby, which caused his shoulders to drop, “Sometimes, alcohol brings these on, I’ve noticed.  Looks like you came out unscathed, considering.”

Dean smiled, and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m good at wrestling, I guess.”

“Meeko…you okay?”, Bobby asked, sitting in his recliner as he watched her face.