Dean shook his head, at first at her speaking about her eating habits, “No.  See, I have only seen you eat one unhealthy food since I’ve been back home, and that’s bacon. And I think that’s just because Bobby Singer doesn’t know how to cook anything else for breakfast.”

He laughed at the comparison to his burger, and shrugged his shoulders.  It was then that he noticed the innocent blush creep up over Mikas cheeks, and smirked as she moved her hair behind her ears in a very ‘Mika’ way, “You’re welcome.  And I could say a lot more good about your hunting that I usually don’t mention, because I don’t want you getting a big head and going soft on me.  But we make pretty good partners…and you’re a better talker than me.”

Dean laughed softly as the waitress stepped back up to the table, bringing drinks.  He smiled at her, giving her a small and charming wink when she confirmed that their food was coming.  He was dying of hunger, and honestly, he was ready to see the worst burger he had ever held in his hands.  

As he watched Mika take her straw between her lips, he placed his elbows on the table and leaned his chin against his fists, just staring at her.  The view took him back to when they were teenagers and he would convince her to try different drinks and food that she normally wouldn’t order at restaurants.  He would introduce her to different ways to do things, and condiments that strangely worked with a lot of bar food, and it was the first leg of her becoming a hunter, before she ever really knew it.  

Smirking, he glanced toward the window, and leaned over his own glass to take a drink, “This whole town seems oddly peaceful.  For a town with a skin walker problem, if that’s what it is, I don’t see a lot of fear or chaos.  It’s all really weird…”