Dean rolled his eyes at her encouragement but happily returned her quick kiss as she messed with his tie.  He was happy to be her ‘bad cop’ while she played the angle of the more experienced agent, keeping him in check.  It fit his personality, and gave him a chance to be as rough as he needed to be with any questioning they had to do.

But he still hated how young he looked.  He ran one more set of fingers through his hair as she stepped around him and grabbed an extra set of shoes, turning to follow her down the stairs.  He watched her as he walked, swallowing harshly at the way her skirt moved with every step, and her legs in those heels…

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and jogged down to catch up with her, finding Bobby at the bottom of the stairs, holding his black jacket out to Dean.  Dean walked up to Bobby, letting him help get his arms in.  Bobby hoisted the heavy jacket onto Dean’s shoulders, smoothing it and giving him a pat on the back.

“You both look good.  Just remember your badges, be careful with your body language, and make sure that you have an extra change of clothes in the car.  I called ahead and got you a motel…Roadhouse Inn, just down the road from the hospital.”, Bobby explained as he smoothed the lines on the back of Dean’s jacket and turned to Mika, handing her a credit card, “You be safe, now.  You hear me?  Take care of each other…”

Dean sighed, knowing that Bobby was a bit nervous about them going out on a hunt with no definite master to prep for, but he nodded to Bobby and turned to face Mika with a small smirk.

“Ma’am…”, he muttered, stretching his arm out to her.