While Michael didn't have to worry about school he did have to drag himself to work everyday. Normally it wasn't too much of a problem. The full house he woke up to each morning was walking, talking, breathing, screaming, fighting proof that he was doing what was needed. Now, however, the house was too quiet. There was no screaming, no fighting. It made the empty house seem all the more imposing. When he went to work in the morning it was mainly to get away from the silence. As tempting as staying at work had been, Dean occasionally came around to visit and the eldest Novak enjoyed his presence too much to risk missing a visit.
Occasionally Michael had days, like today, when he didn't feel like going to work for whatever reason. Without his brothers around to set an example for he gave in to his occasional desire to be anything other than straight-laced. When Dean let himself in Michael was in the kitchen, flipping through a cook book with an idea of finally teaching himself to cook something.
Popping his head around the corner he offered Dean a smile. "The only person ever here these days. Hi, Dean." He moved around the corner to greet the younger man. "How was your class?"