Dean’s eyes fluttered open in the sunlight, hearing Bobby yelling at someone on one of his phones.  As Bobby angrily hung the phone up, Dean pulled the blanket down from his arm and leaned up just enough to see him, “You alright?”

“Yeah.  Just idjits not listening to what I tell them about their covers.  Makes it harder on me when I have to improvise.”, Bobby grumbled, taking a drink of coffee and not looking up at Dean at all.  Dean smirked.

“But you’re the best improviser I know, Bobby.  Maybe they just want you to know how much they appreciate your skills.”

“Shut up, and go back to sleep…or get up and help me.  I made you breakfast, but it's probably cold by now.  Coffee's fresh...”, Bobby grumbled causing Dean to let out a long yawn and lay back down, his lips pressed lightly against the bridge of Mika’s nose as he tightened his grip on her, to see if she was in light enough sleep to wake up with him.

He kissed down the bridge of her nose, onto the tip of her nose, and craning his neck slightly, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, his fingers coming up to her cheek to brush her hair back as she slept, “Good morning, beautiful…”