Bobby sighed, more worried than angry and looked up at Mika, “Then you let me look over them. I can tell you anything I find, if anything. We never have, but I’m willing to try, if it means you are safe.”

Dean nodded his head, both at Mika’s explanation of why she’s reading the books, and Bobby’s words, pointing a finger toward Bobby’s direction, “He’s right. I understand what you’re trying to do, but it’s not helping you. You’re coming up blank. Let us take it over…alright? I told you, I’ll do anything you need me to do.”

He watched her become lost in thought for a second, and pulled her face to stare into her eyes, “Listen to me. I’ll do anything, I need to do. I’m sure there’s something out there. We can find it together, and I’ll take on the load, alright? You deserve that much. I don’t want to see you hurting and hurting yourself like this, darlin…”

Bobby smirked at Dean’s words. He was consistently relieved to have the boy back in his house, helping care for Mika. As hard as Dean’s exterior was, he had a soft spot, and sitting right in the center of that soft spot, was Bobby’s niece. He took a drink of his scotch, and grunted, “Let him help…The boy actually wants to help…”

Mika listened to her uncle tell her what he had told her before but there was one difference this time. Dean was on his side and also telling her to let someone take over which she could only imagine Bobby was thankful for the verbal back up. She thought about his words and knew deep down that they were both correct. She was constantly coming up blank and she could read the same pages over and over again until she was dying of old age and probably wouldn't ever come up with anything.

Yet maybe it would different this time with a fresh set of eyes. She didn't hold out much hope for that happening but if it would stop her night terror from repating yet again and would make the two men in her life feel better about having her safer at night, then she would agree to the request.

She looked Dean in the eyes, she could see how much it was emotionally starting to hurt him seeing her in such a state and she didn't want that for him. SO after Bobby chimed in telling her to accept the help, she sighed and nodded, caving into their repeated pleas. "You had convinced me at the first set of pleas from you both....but, I appreciate the words. Okay, you can both take on the load to help." she told them both, downing the remaining bit of her drink and placing the glass back down on the table.

"I don't wanna scare-" she then looked at Dean's nose and continued, "or hurt either of you again because of this. I certainly don't want to go through the night terror again, not to that extent." she said, even though she knew it was entirely possible she may do.

Dean sighed in relief along with Bobby, in unison as she agreed to let them help her. Dean’s face fell into a gentle smile as she downed the last of her drink. He was more than relieved that she seemed calm, and willing to work with them. He glanced over at Bobby and gave him a smiling nod.

As Mika spoke again, however, Dean sniffled, showing that his nose was at least trying to open, and shook his head, “There’s nothing you can do about the night terrors. We all know that. But if there’s something that you can do to tone them down, just enough to not hurt…yourself.”

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her head down to rest on his shoulder as he rubbed her back and Bobby leaned back in his recliner, thankful more than ever to have Dean in the house. This was something he had been worried for Dean to see, only because he knew how much Mika wanted to keep it from him.

But Dean reacted, and took the bump in the road like a champ, only responding with the love that was unmistakeable. It was against his tough exterior, and Bobby knew how uncomfortable Dean would be if anyone outside of the house saw him being a kind caretaker. But here, his secret was safe.

“I’m gonna throw on a Western, and get ready to hang the phones back up…”, Bobby quipped, taking another drink of his Scotch, “You two are more than welcome to join, or head back to bed. I know Mika will be out like a light in about twenty minutes.”

Mika nodded at Dean's words after her little spiel of not wanting to hurt either of them or herself. Even in this instance, she was thinking more about them two than herself but that's just who she was. She let him pull her head down to his shoulder, her hands coming up to his chest as she cuddled into him, pulling her legs up slightly so she curled up into his arms and on his lap.

Having Dean be so unbelievably protective of her in this moment and caring made her wonder why she was ever so scared before to let him see her in such a way she just didn't know. She always trusted him to never judge her badly when she had these moments of what she perceived as weakness, but for some reason when it came to these nights she was terrified of him seeing her, until tonight.

She could see how Bobby was beyond thankful for having Dean around during this blip as it now meant he didn't have to help her on his own anymore. At Bobby's offer to have them join him in watching one of his many westerns whilst putting the phones back on the hook, she almost zoned out. Proving that his comment on her being asleep within twenty minutes completely accurate. "I'd rather stay down here until I fall asleep" she told her uncle.

In her mind IF something should occur again then she'd rather be downstairs still, but she knew once her drink took ahold of her, she always slept soundly again. She just wished she knew what Bobby put in her drink to always knock her out. But then again...maybe it was for the best she didn't know. "if Dean is okay with that that is" she then added soon after.

Dean adjusted himself under Mika to allow her to settle better against him, curled up in his lap. He moved his hand down around her lower back and held her to him, smiling and shaking his head at Bobby, “I think I’m going to catch some Z’s here. If you need me, don’t hesitate to throw something…just don’t hit the girl.”

Bobby laughed, walking over to the phones on the wall, “Just no snoring. If I can hear you over my tv, broken nose or not, I’m kicking your ass out into the rain…”

Dean chuckled, moving Mika off his legs slightly. He leaned over onto his elbow, and then lowered himself down onto the couch, pulling the blanket carefully from the back. Wrapping his hands around her waist gently, he pulled her down with him, snaking an arm gently under her neck to pull her into the underside o his chin.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up…”, he whispered, not even answering her asking his permission. He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes, before bringing the blanket up over their shoulders, his hand stopping to rest against her bicep, tracing small calming circles, “I promise…”

As Bobby watched Dean slowly drift off to sleep, with his lips pressed against Mika’s forehead, he let out another relieved sigh, sitting in his desk chair and picking up his tv remote. He clicked the power button to turn the tv on, and leaned back with another happy sigh, “And all is right in the world…for now."

Dean's 'just don't hit the girl' comment even brought a small smile to Mika's face as she let him move her slightly whilst Bobby threatened to throw him out in the rain if he snored. It was the kind of banter between her love and her uncle that she loved listening in on. It was the kind of banter that she knew she could easily spend the rest of her life listening to and never tire of hearing it. She just wasn't ready to say that thought out loud to the two of them.

She gladly laid down partially with him, all too used to having at least napped on this couch with him before. She still remembered the times they had all watched tv together and she fell asleep on Dean during said film or tv programme. It was those memories that some of her most fondest as it was such a normal memory to have. She rested her head under his chin as he guided her to, pulling her arms up to rest one on his chest and one draped over his waist, a typical position for her.

"you better" she lightly playfully and sleepily said back, already feeling the effects of what the drink taking ahold of her as she closed her eyes feeling his lips on her forehead and the blanket being pulled over them both. THe calming circles being drawn by his fingertips on her biceps just making the drink seemingly work even quicker than usual.

As Dean drifted off to sleep so did Mika, her breathing calming and steadying out finally and for the rest of the night she didn't have another night terror, not even so much as a disconcerting thought entering her mind. She wouldn't know if it was the drink's usual effects, the fact Dean was there or the fact she had both Dean and Bobby there around her or if it was none of the above making a difference, but it didn't matter. She was finally sleeping peacefully again, not once moving or fidgeting in her sleep.

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…”

Bobby's lecturing another hunter did make it to Mika's ears as she was in a light enough sleep to overhear everything. Yet she just did not want to wake up just yet. She was comfortable which was saying something considering the couch wasn't always the most comfortable place to sleep.

She remained as asleep as she could as she let Dean and Bobby discuss about what was happening on the phones, glad that her eyes refused to open just yet. Yet the moment Dean started kissing the bridge of her nose, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips along with his little comment, she couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto her lips, completely destroying the illusion that she was well and truly asleep.

With a small sleepy moan, she fluttered her eyes open with a small nuzzle into his hand and light squeeze of him with his the arm that was still hugging his waist. "morning handsome" she said back with a slightly sleepy undertone. Lifting her hand up slightly, she rubbed her eyes from the sleep that was in the corners and looked up at him properly with a smile.

She then found herself looking over at Bobby, "morning Bobby" she greeted, feeling reluctant to want to get up because of where she was but she also found herself waking up incredibly thirsty and hungry, as she usually did after having to drink whatever it was Bobby gave her to make her sleep better.

Dean smiled down at Mika’s sleepy face, thankful that she seemed to get some actual real sleep, after the events of the early morning. He was also glad she had been able to wake up so close to him, with that smile. Before Dean could say anything to her, Bobby chimed in from across the room.

“Mornin’. Breakfast is in the kitchen and I have a possible job for you guys in the Delbi Springs…close and safe, except a bunch of people coming up dead from ‘unexplained injuries to the neck’.”, Bobby called from his desk. Dean flinched a bit at the explanation of the job, worried it might be werewolves. Bobby cleared it up, “From what I can tell, the hearts aren’t missing…”

Dean sighed, releasing the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He opened his eyes that had fallen shut, and smiled down at Mika, “Wanna get dirty, today?”

He nuzzled her nose a bit, and pulled the blanket from their shoulders, “But first, breakfast. I just heard your stomach complain at me.”

He laughed lightly, his smile bright and relaxed, slowly pulling away from her and sitting up, offering an arm to help her.

The moment Bobby chimed in with what he did she rolled her eyes as if to say 'of course he would greet us that way', but only so Dean could see it. She too started wondering what Bobby was going to be putting them into at the explanation of what the hunt was. She was glad nthat it didn't seem to be a werewolf problem as she wasn't sure after dealing with vampires, that she wanted to particularly deal with werewolves.

Looking up at Dean she smiled and nodded, "eh why not, may as well do something useful" she replied to him as he leaned down and nuzzled her nose with his. As he told her he hesrd her stomach complain at him, her cheeks tinted slightly pink in embarrassment, not realising her hungry stomach was that loud.

"that's a good idea" she chuckled sitting up as he pulled away from her, taking his arm as she did so. Sitting upright, she stretched her arms up and over her head, her shoulder blades making a little popping sound as she did so before she relaxed them back down again.

With a sigh finally feeling quite a bit more awake, she stood up and headed to the kitchen seeing the breakfast on the table and the coffee pot on the worktop. Before she sat down to eat, she went straight to the coffee and poured herself a mug.

Dean smiled and pulled her with him as he sat up. He let go of her to give her room to stretch and stretched his own arms above his head as he walked, ignoring Bobby’s grumbles about putting on clothes. Dean had barely realized he was still waltzing around Bobby’s house in his underwear.

“It’s my house too, right now, Bobby!”, he called playfully over his shoulder as he stepped into the kitchen behind Mika. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to join her, sitting carefully at the table in front of her while cracking his neck.

“So, how you feeling this morning?”, he asked her intently, taking a long drink of coffee. His eyes were slightly blackened from the night before, mostly from the broken nose he had sustained at the bar, “You seemed to sleep pretty good. I woke up exactly the same as we went to sleep, which means you didn’t even roll over.”

He took another drink of his coffee, as Bobby stepped over and threw a newspaper in front of him, tapping it with his fingers.

“Here’s where you’re going. I trust you can handle it?”, Bobby muttered, shoving the news paper toward Mika as Dean shrugged.

Mika smirked to herself as Dean made the quip he did, walking to the table with her cup of coffee to let Dean get his own mug. "I'm feeling better than I did when I first woke up. Whatever Bobby puts in that drink of mine really knocks me out" she told him back, not surprised that she didn't even seem to roll over or move at all in her sleep.

Her reply got cut a little short when Bobby threw the newspaper at them both onto the table and pushed it toward her, tapping the article in question for their location. She read it over as she drank her coffee, "yeah we can handle it" she reassured Bobby, but hoped that it wouldn't turn into another hunt like the Minnesota one, though after everything she had more faith in it going without a hitch.

"you found out anything else other than this news article? You know I don't always trust what's said in the newspaper solely" she asked him, reaching over to the food on the table and grabbing a slice of toast, taking a large bite out of it. "or even a guess to what it could be?" she added after a mouthful.

She knew they had gone out on less information but she always preferred going in with as much as information as possible. She was trying to find any other link between the victims other than the necks being injured. She had a feeling they'd need to go visit the morgue in the area to see the wounds for themselves, which meant packing formal wear.

"I don't know of many things that go for the neck" she remarked as she mentally rattled off a few things.

Dean nodded happily at the fact that Mika had managed to get some sleep. He had been concerned, from the second he woke up, considering he fell asleep before he remembered her passing out, “Glad to hear it…”

As Bobby dropped the newspaper on the table in front of him, he sighed, “I can’t get one cup of coffee in me before you’re sending me to work?”

But Bobby simply started to walk off, patting Dean on the shoulder, “The only info I have is that the bodies are located at St. Mercy hospital, city central. It’s a thirty minute drive. No one else will talk to me.”

Bobby walked back over to his desk and sat down with a sigh, just as the FBI phone rang. Dean stared at the upside down news paper with his eyebrows furrowed, looking back up at Mika and shrugging his shoulders, “It depends on what kind of neck injury it is. If it’s the whole ass throat, then we know exactly what we’re dealing with. I’ll just let you handle it, while I drive the getaway car, since you’re such a skilled Vamp hunter, now.”

Dean chuckled, picking up his own piece of toast, “But we can check out the bodies, and see. The description is vague. Sensibilities of the people, and all that. Time for us to play doctor…and you have to wear something nice, Ms. FBI agent.”

He took a large bite of toast, and then spoke around the bite, “But you look a little young for FBI…”

Mika listened and nodded at Bobby's explanation, even though it wasn't entirely useful, but at least they had a starting point. She also couldn't help but note how close by it was to their home, wondering if that had anything to do with Bobby's decision to give them the case rather than another one further out or giving this to anyone else.

She let Bobby head back to his desk near the phones whilst listening to Dean's words, smirking and chuckling at his words about her being a skilled vampire killer now. "oh such a charmer you are" she teased back at him, leaning forward and pecking his lips between their mouthfuls of breakfast and coffee.

She had it in her head they'd have to go under some kind of cover to be able to get into the morgue of the hospital, yet when Dean said about her being fbi and then looking a little young for it, she shook her head smiling. "oh ye of little faith" she said to him, "just you wait and see" she added, downing the rest of her coffee and standing up. "I'm gon a head up and change and get ready" she told him, now eager to prove him oh so wrong on the whole fbi comment.

She grabbed another slice of toast and shoved it in her mouth, letting it hang there as she put put her mug in the sink, going to the top right cupboard and pulling down a couple of travel thermos mugs that they could take with them, putting them down on the worktop.

Ripped a bite out of her toast and holding it in her hand now, she chewed it before kissing Dean on the top of his head and then headed upstairs.

Dean laughed and shrugged his shoulders proudly at her comment about his charm. He kissed her back with a wide smile on his face, just staring at her as she pulled back from him, eating her breakfast. Something as simple as her chewing had him smitten, distracted, and all around not in the mood to work.

When she suddenly stood from the table, got rid of her mug and brushed past him, he watched her intently, all the way to the stairs, his eyebrows raised. As he sat there, mouth slightly open wondering what she would potentially come back down with, Bobby cleared his throat from across the room.

“Do you need a suit?”, Bobby asked Dean, after snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Um…yeah. Yeah I actually do.”, Dean muttered, “Just the jacket.”

He then stood from his seat, leaving his mug on the table and ran up stairs to retrieve his dress shirt and pants. Bobby sighed and stood from his desk, walking over to his bedroom to grab one of his old black suit jackets for Dean, having already updated his FBI badge. What would these kids do without him?

Dean stepped into the bedroom carefully, walking over to Mika’s closet, where he had hung his clothes to keep them from being wrinkled, “So, what sexy get up are you going out in today, to woo all the men?”

He smiled brightly, pulling his FBI outfit from the closet and tossing it on the edge of the bed.

Mika didn't even need to see Dean's face to know exactly the reacion she got out of her little quip back at him. She knew he was watching her walk out of the kitchen and to the staircase which just amused her all the more. She really did seem to have him completely hypnotised and smitten over her.

Whilst Bobby spoke with Dean downstairs, she got upstairs and went to her wardrobe that she kept all her undercover outfits in so they were separated and neat. She rummaged through the hangers before finding her grey skirt suit and blue shirt, smiling to herself. Pulling it out she hung it up on the inside of the wardrobe door so she could get to her drawer and pulled out clean underwear that she wasted no time in getting on after pulling her sleep wear off.

By the time Dean managed to get upstairs, she was pulling on her blue shirt. She chuckled at his question as he went to the closet that she let him use. She pulled out the rest of her skirt suit as she needed her skirt anyway. "this little number" she told him smiling, pulling the skirt off the hanger and slipping it on, then zipping it up at the back.

Even without the jacket on, it was clear that the outfit was figure hugging on her. She sat down at her desk in front of her smaller mirror and opened one of her little boxes that had all her hair ties and pins inside as she grabbed one and ties her hair up after brushing it. She let some of her shorter strands at the front of her face frame her face, whilst the majority of her hair was tied into a ponytail.

With hair done, she did her make up that she really paid attention and time with, knowing she needed to make herself look older as much as possible. So she went with a light brown shadow, mascara and black eyeliner, foundation and some light contour, finishing it all off with a dark matte red lipstick. By the time she was done she went from 21years old to a minimum of 28/29 years old.

With all that done, she put on her blazer and pulled out some black stiletto heels that were easily a good four inches tall. She knew she had her FBI fake badge in her car in a little box so she didn't need to worry about that. Satisfied with her look in the mirror she turned to Dean to see how ready he was.

"how you doing?" she asked.

Dean raised his eyebrows as Mika slipped her skirt on, having to bite his lip, in order to start getting dress. He pulled on his pants carefully, struggling to keep his eyes on her, while tripping into his pants and then zipped them and started working on his belt while she did her hair and makeup. She was a hazard to his health, when she wore clothes like that, and a bit of a distraction. But it was a distraction he took willingly.

By the time she was done with her makeup, he was attempting to tie his tie, twisting it one way, and then the other, before finally figuring out the formula for tying it properly. He pulled at it, standing in his starched white shirt and black pants and black tie in front of her, taking in his “partner”.

“I’m glad I have a thing for older women…”, he muttered, with a smirk. He noticed her height change as she stood in front of him, still shorter than himself, but a lot closer to eye level.

“I look like a kid going to church…”, he complained to her, holding his arms out, before bringing his right hand up to spike his hair a bit. Without makeup or any real way to make himself appear older, Dean looked like a young and scrappy renegade cop, which likely was the angle he was going to have to play, in this whole thing.

The whole time she was getting ready, Mika was well aware that he was struggling to keep his eyes off of her as he got ready himself which made her feel rather smug.

As he took in her appearance when they were both ready, she saw how he looking her up and down which made her smile and her cheeks tinted the slightest bit pink from his words and looks. She always got like this around him when he complimented her. She knew how to be coy but then he'd give her that one look or one compliment and she'd become an utter blushing mess again.

She walked closer to him as he complained about himself before spiking his hair up a bit. "no you don't. You look incredibly handsome" she told him back, straightening his tie out just that bit more, pecking his lips, glad that her lipstick wasn't transferable.

"come on, before Bobby gets bored waiting for us" she said to him, finding it highly difficult to not run her hands through his hair. Taking a step back from him, she bent down at the knees to grab some flat shoes to shove in the car as she just knew she would need them at some point. It had been a while since she had to do a case that required her to wear formal shoes and her feet would no doubt hate her for it later on.

Standing back up, she headed toward the door and started to walk downstairs with surprising ease and grace which was completely different to her usual jogging downstairs.

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.

Reaching the bottom step, she smiled as she saw Bobby waitin for them both and Dean let Bobby put the jacket onto him. She smiled a bit more when Bobby complimented on how both of them looked before nodding as he reminded them of the essentials. "We know Bobby. Don't worry we have spare clothes constantly in my car, badges are already in the box in my glove compartment and thank you. I'll keep you updated so you know we're good and safe, I promise" she told him back.

She made a mental note of the motel name that he already phoned ahead and booked them and then took the credit card from him as he handed it to her, tucking it into her jacket pocket until she got to the car where she could put it in her own wallet. "We will, I promise. Love you Uncle" she said to him, kissing his cheek and hugging him before turning to Dean and smiling at his actions.

Taking his arm, she headed out to her car with him, grabbing her bag and usual biker jacket that had her car keys inside the pocket as they walked. "He's such a worrier but I gotta love it really" she told Dean as they made it outside and she rummaged into her jacket pocket to get her keys out, heading to the trunk first and unlocking it, opening it and shoving her jacket, shoes and bag in there before letting him put anything he wanted in there, inside and shut it again.

She had to admit, after she had been forced not to do cases alone due to Bobby's previous sabotage, it felt good knowing her baby was now fixed thanks to Dean and she was heading out once again. "lets do this" she told him with a smile and walked round to the driver's side even though she really hated driving in such high heels. "Motel first or the hospital?" she asked him, as she opened the car door, looking at him over the top of the car.