Dean nearly gasped when the door opened in front of him, shoving Travers through when the cop stepped aside to let him in. He nearly ran to Mika, forgetting all about keeping Travers in front of him, but instead he just stared over the shorter man’s shoulder at Mika, “Traffic was bad.”

He quipped the words with a small smirk, and a wink, but taking in her state, his eyes began to turn into a deadly venomous glare as they scanned back up to the police officer’s face in front of him. He pushed Travers out in front of him, keeping his gun trained on the back of his head and gritted is teeth as he glared at Mika’s captor, “I thought I made myself clear that if you hurt her, you wouldn’t want to see me.”

Dean’s words dripped dangerously from his tongue, as his eyes glanced back to Mika, his hand on his gun tensing, fighting the urge to blow both men’s brains out right where they stood. The silver bullets in his pistol should be plenty enough to do the job. But he resisted and instead just kept the dangerous gaze as he spoke, “So what do you want?”

As Travers stepped inside whilst also being shoved inside, he almost tripped over the threshold in the process but kept his balance. The moment he saw the redness on Mika's cheek, he knew instantly this wasn't going to end well. Hearing the quipping back and forth between Mika and Dean he also noticed that it seemed to be trait in hunters. He also wondered what Dean was on about when it came to traffic as it wasn't bad but he wasn't to question it. Hunters were confusing people.

The officer rolled his eyes at the comment Dean aimed at him, "you see, when you gave me that warning it was a bit too late. Already had and like I'm going to listen to a bloody hunter" he sneered back, determined to show he wasn't intimidated just yet. "Nick just let the girl go yeah?" Travers said, wanting to do anything to get the gun off his head.

"shut up Travers. You're a piss poor skinwalker. If you had any kind of gull you would have killed him already!" he said back at him, then turned to Dean to answer his next question. "as for what I want? I want every hunter dead, but we can't always get what we want. So I want you and this piece of ass out of town, leaving us alone to do as we wish, preferably you both leaving in body bags" he continued to sneered with arrogance.

Mika looked disgusted at what she was just described as, making her yank on her restraints again to no avail. The officer, who she now knows is called Nick, smirked hearing her fight against the restraints once again. "but what's the most appealing is that you leave and I eat your girlfriend here, never tasted anything like her before" he smirked.

He walked backwards ran his hands over Mika once again in front of Dean and then shifted into a large hound, snarling as he did so.

Dean snarled like an angry animal when the officer spoke about harming Mika. And pulled his gun from the back of Travers’ head, to train it on the man in front of him. Travers asking the man to let Mika go, and calling him by his name made Dean smirk, “Yeah, NIck. Why don’t you make the right decision here, and let the girl go, before I put a silver bullet in your brain?”

He flinched however, when Nick told Travers to shut up. He had walked in here thinking that Travers was ultra important to the gang of walkers, and that he didn’t have to worry about much, as long as he had him as a human shield. Pulling away from Travers completely, now that he knew the relationship of the two men in front of him, he pointed his gun with both hands at Nick, “Yeah, well…Hunters are hard to kill. At least this variety is. I could leave, but then you’ll just terrorize the poor people in this town, and well…I can’t have that on my conscience.”

Dean spoke with his normal gravitas, now feeling confident that he could win this easily, and well, he might as well have a bit of fun with the monster of the week. He smirked, a dangerous and angry smirk, and glanced to Mika, a giving her a wink, before his face fell to a serious one at Nick’s next words.
“I would choose my words very carefully, officer.”, Dean muttered through his teeth as Nick’s hands landed on Mika in front of him. Snarling his nose at the contact, Dean pulled his gun, squeezing the trigger slowly as the hound appeared in front of him. His narrowed angry eyes turned to surprise as he hesitated, and reached out for Travers, “Not a bear. He’s not a bear!”

Pulling his gun back up to point at the giant dog, Dean fired a hail mary shot into the dog’s chest, hoping for the best.

Despite how Nick was talking to Travers, Travers was actually important rank wise to the group of skinwalker in town. Yet Nick didn't seem to care in the slightest about ranks. Both men listened to what Dean was saying, hearing and seeing that he was incredibly stubborn and there was no way this wasn't to end without a shootout of some kind or the other.

Mika saw the wink and knew that somehow Dean had some kind of idea, whether it be fully thought out or off the cuff was another matter entirely that she couldn't exactly say. She gave him the look to show she was with him no matter what decision he made, even if she couldn't actually do anything in the process.

At Dean's comments about not having the deaths of innocent lives on his conscious proved to Travers and Nick that he was in that regard, just like every single hunter. Yet when things went south quickly as Nick shifted. Like Dean, Mika was expecting it to be another bear but it wasn't, which got her thinking who the hell was the bear skinwalker?

Mika flinched slightly, turning her head to the side as Dean shot the dog, the animal dropping to the floor with a hard thud and whine. He wasn't dead but he was injured enough to not move from his position on the floor. Travers saw his fellow skinwalker get shot and drop, which angered him. If anyone was to put him down, it was to be one of their own. Not some hunter.

He snarled and growled under his breath as he tried to not to shift in the room, but it was all the more harder to do so. "Dean..." Mika spoke up in warning, trying again and again to break free, "you're gonna need to free me because I don't think Travers is gonna be human for much longer" she said.

Travers was visibly starting to shake and shift slowly at first, but not slow enough to give them any moment for a breather.

Dean gasped as he noticed his gunshot actually affected the dog. But Travers’ growl from beside him sparked desperation in his chest and he shoved his gun in his waistband, running around behind Mika. He started pulling at her ropes, eventually wiggling them free from themselves in absence of a knife, “Thanks for the deduction, Lady Sherlock”

He rolled his eyes at her words, finally managing to get the main knot completely untied. Throwing the ropes over her back, they fell in her lap, the ropes around her arms and legs loosening. He ran around to her front, and pulled with one strong tug at each arm, pulling her arms free, and then did the same to her legs, reaching his hand out for her to grab.

“As much as we’re going to finish this hunt, I’m not fighting a damn bear in a house.”, he said quickly, pulling Mika from the chair. He held her hand with one hand and pulled his gun from his waistband with the other, taking one more wide eyed look at Travers, before running for the door, tugging Mika behind him.

"alright smart ass!" Mika retorted with a smirk, despite the urgency in her body language and tone. She really didn't want to be bear chow and as Dean started loosening the ropes around her, seeing the ropes fall into her lap, she kept a close eye on Travers as he began shifting. She felt too concerned with Travers to look down at her arms as Dean yanked the ropes from her limbs, but she could feel when she was free.

With all four limbs now free, she wasted no time in grabbing his hand and getting up onto her feet as Dean spoke and helped pulling her out of the chair. As Dean pulled his gun out of his waist and with his free hand, she grabbed her phone back from Nick and her own gun as both were stolen from her when out cold. "no complaints from me!" she replied.

She didn't even complain when he yanked her toward the door and exited the house as she heard Travers fully shifted and growled in annoyance with a deafening growl. She ran instantly to her car, pulling out her keys and unlocking the doors as quickly as possible. There was no way they'd be able to outrun a damn bear and if they had any chance of surviving this, they'd need the car.

"get in!" she told him, practically throwing herself into the driver's side and bringing the engine to a roaring life. She waited long enough for Dean to get in and close the door and sped off down the road as she saw in her rear view mirror Travers barrelling out of the house and wanting to chase them. "shit!" she cursed.

Dean pulled Mika out the door, and refused to let go of her hand as he ran, until she pulled away to grab her keys. He turned, as they ran, listening to Travers growling and snarling behind them. He paused, and then turned as Mika screamed at him to get in the car.

Flinching at her voice, he ran to the passenger seat of her car and threw himself inside, quickly slamming the door behind his legs. He placed his hand on the dash as they sped away, Travers narrowly missing them as Dean sighed, and leaned his head forward against his chest.

“That was a new one…”, he said with a nervous smirk and a loud sigh, “I haven’t had a chance to look at you yet. You okay? That son of a bitch better be glad I only had time to get one shot off…”

Dean’s eyes scanned over Mika’s body, settling on her face as he reached out and brushed his fingers across the bruising red mark across her cheek. He gently stroked his finger across the skin, trying to convince himself that she was fine. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her made his blood boil, but she knew that. Likely, she used it against her captors, easily.

“We need to head back to the motel and regroup, or grab our stuff and get out of town. I don’t know how much Travers knows, at this point.”, he said more relaxed now.

Due to her speeding way passed the speed limit for a couple of blocks before slowing down, Mika was glad to see that they managed to avoid Travers' bear form completely, even if it was a close call. She was so thankful that they got out of there with their lives, having been convinced for a while that there was no way one or both of them would have made it. There was a couple of times when she was certain Nick was going to eat her alive or worse, attempt to turn her in some way, not that she would say that out loud however.

She smirked back at his comment in agreement, "I'm okay, he was lucky I was as restrained as I was, still got a headbutt in mind" she told him feeling quite proud of herself for that. She flinched ever so slightly when he reached his hand over and brushed his fingers over the bruising on her cheek, but didn't flinch away from him, glad to be still around to feel his touch. She did indeed know how angry he got when people laid their hands on her, and she did use it against Nick as much as she could.

"Agreed. We definitely need to think of a gameplan either way at the motel. I don't feel right letting skinwalkers roam this place, but if we're lucky Nick won't be surviving that gunshot you gave him, but I feel like we need to make sure he's dead. From his arrogance I'd say he's the main killer in town" she explained, as she drove toward the motel.

When it came to Travers, she wasn't sure if she wanted him dead or to leave him be. Yet she also felt like if they left him be, there was the high possibility that he would track them down even if they left. It was a possibility they had to think of no matter what they were hunting.

"What's your opinions on Travers? How much can we trust him to not track us down and kill us for the sake of it?" she asked Dean. She always trusted his opinions on these matters and that wasn't going to change ever.

“Did he bite you or anything?”, Dean said almost absentmindedly as he looked her over, before she chimed in that she was fine, and mentioned what she was able to get over on her captor. Dean couldn’t help but smirk, “That’s my girl…”

His smirk faded a bit as he thought about a game plan for what they should do next. He wanted to run, for the first time in his life, knowing that if a werewolf was able to almost kill him, a bear could definitely do some damage, even if he was just a man that turned into one. Somehow that made it worse.

He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. But I do feel like we have to make sure the cop dude is dead. He has to die, if he’s not already dead. We can swing back to the motel, regroup and decide whether to swing back round.”

Dean wiped a hand down his face, before he turned back to her again at her question about Travers, “I think I can talk to the guy. He’s a bold face liar, but I don’t think he’s a ruthless killer. If we can find him, and get close to him, I’ll try to talk him down before he can turn into a giant Care Bear, and worst case…I’ll shoot him in the head.”

Dean shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and leaned back in his seat, reaching his hand over to rest on her thigh as he watched the weird quiet people pass by the window.

Luckily for her, Nick didn't bite her even though he was so desperate to do so. She really didn't want to have to deal with trying to find some kind hidden cure to becoming a skinwalker or similar. At his smirk and compliment she smiled as she drove, finding that as per usual, hearing him call her 'his girl' always made her get the familiar flutters in her stomach, just like when they were kids.

After her near death by a wendigo and Dean's near death by a werewolf, she really didn't want either of them to die at the paws of a supernatural bear. She didn't want to lose Dean more so, so coming to some kind of agreement of what to do really was their only plan in her eyes. She listened to him admit he didn't know what to do but did agree that they had to make sure Nick was dead. If nothing else, it was a principle for her that she wanted to know he was dead for sure.

She let him continue to reply to her other question about Travers, trusting his gut instinct when it came to the man as he had spent a little bit longer with him than she had. All she knew about him was that he turned into a damn giant bear and he lied about being married, or even in a relationship, along with what Nick said about him.

As his hand reached over to her thigh, she let him as she drove and got nearer to the motel. "I think at this moment it's our only real option. From what the officer Nick was saying about Travers, I think you could be right. I think he could have been just trying to cover up what that asshole was doing but just made things worse" she replied as the motel came into view, making her pull in when the turning came up.

"Think I got a tranq gun in the trunk somewhere if we have to use it" she remarked, in a tone that said 'dont ask why'. In the parking lot, Mika then pulled into the parking spot outside their room now it was actually vacant and not occupied by another car, turning the engine off and sighing. "Crash for a short while to gather what we need before finishing this off?" she suggested in question to him, looking across at him properly now she had stopped driving.

Dean nodded. They were on the same page about Travers, from what they had both found out. He was mostly just desperate to be left alone. If Nick was taken care of, Travers would likely leave them alone if they wanted to leave. Just this once, Dean was fine with letting him live, under the condition that he and his pack stopped the hunting that Nick had let get out of control.

He watched the motel come into view, but turned his head to raise an eyebrow harshly when Mika mentioned having a tranq gun in the car. Where the hell had she picked that up? And what did she think she was going to use it on, in a hunt that they originally thought might be a werewolf? Did they even work on werewolves? He would have to try that out sometime, just to check.

He shook the self destructive thoughts from his head long enough to nod his head at her again, “I need a drink, and I happened to pack a good bottle. So, yes. Let’s get inside, and regroup. We need to prepare a plan for if Travers followed us back to the motel. Being an animal…man-thing, if he wanted to find us, he would. Doesn’t do me much good to talk him down, if he kills us in our sleep.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way, and reached out to playfully pinch her chin quickly, before opening the passenger door of the car, “And I’ll judge a lot of whether I kill all of these bastards by how bad those bruises look in a few hours.”

Mika didn't even need to look at Dean to know the reaction he gave her at the declaration that she had a tranq gun in the trunk. Sure it was a weapon that she very rarely needed, but she did on one case where she was alone and she had been incredibly thankful for it. She stole it from a veterinary practice that was nearby deciding that to infiltrate an abandoned public indoor pool she needed, she needed to knock out the guards. Turns out tranquillisers work incredibly well on kelpies. She had a feeling that would be a story she would have to tell some other time, but at the en dof the hunt she decided instead of giving the tranq gun back, she would just keep it.

At the mention of needing a drink, she smirked and nodded in agreement, most definitely feeling ready for such a thing and to finish her food that was in the backseat. Even if it would be now well and truly cold, she would gladly still eat it. "fair point. Let's get inside then" she replied, as he reached over and playfully pinched her chin making her smile.

His next comment on deciding how much he'll hurt these skin walkers being dependant on how bad the bruising on her face comes to be wasn't entirely surprising. She opened her car door after he opened his, got out of her car and grabbed the food from the back seat after closing her door and opening the back seat door. With their food aquire dibto her hands, she closed the door and locked the car before looking at Dean briefly. "y'know the bastard actually bloody licked me?" she remarked.

Being back at the motel really made her glad he came after her as she really was starting to conjure up a plan on risking her back breaking just to get out of the restraints by throwing herself into the ground to break the chair. A choice she really didn't want to, so Dean getting to her when he did was of more of a relief to her than he actually realised. "let's get inside, I'm dying to finish this food" she smirked with a light chuckle, heading to their room door and getting inside.

Once inside the room, she put the food on the table and instantly sat herself down on the chair, opening her food. She wasn't going to decide on what to do with Dean on an empty stomach.

Dean flinched when Mika mentioned that Nick had licked her. He scrunched his nose up and glanced at her, “Now he has to die. Licking you? He beat you up AND licked you? Disgusting little…”

He shook his head as they walked back to the motel. His stomach rumbled as he saw the food in her hands. He was dying to get some food and some alcohol in his system, and just relax for a bit with her, before they had to make a solid decision. As she placed the food on the table, he instantly reached out and pulled his two boxes toward him, popping them open.

“How are you feeling, other than hungry? Anything I need to look at, or ice? I tried to get to you sooner, like…as soon as I heard your voice on the phone, I tried to jump. But I had to steal a car.”, he said as he waved his takeout fork around in the air, before digging into his pie first, “And holding someone hostage while trying to steal a car is delicate business.”

He smirked, his eyes scanning over her face. He didn’t want her to know how gutted he was that he wasn’t able to stop her from being touched in any way, especially since he had come out unscathed, holding his own pretty easily with just a gun.

“Sorry about that…”

Mika knew deep down that she probably shouldn't have said anything to him about how Nick treated her, but she figured it would come out eventually and it wasn't like he bit her. Sure, it was utterly disgusting and how he said he had never tasted a human quite like her before which utterly unnerved her to say the least, but it was just a lick. "Yup but hey, could have been worse" she replied to him as she watched him pull his food toward himself.

As he asked her if she really was okay, she smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, black eye and a headache but nothing major. But don't worry about not getting to me any sooner. I figured you'd probably have to find a car to hijack or something similar to get there. The fact you even got to me is all I care about" she reassured him, trying to make him feel less guilty about taking the time he did in getting to her.

She knew deep down that she wouldn't have gotten there any quicker if the roles were reversed and she had to steal a car to get to the destination in time. She may not have seen on his face how gutted he truly felt, but she could easily get an idea just because of how close they were. She opened her box and picked up her now cold burger, taking a bite into it.

"I'm just glad that I'm back with you to be honest, and that you managed to shoot that bastard at least once. Shifting aside, he creeped me the hell out" she told him.

Dean stopped eating for a moment when she brushed off the inevitable black eye and the headache she was already dealing with. The thought of her being injured in any way while he could sit in front of her completely fine made him want to nuke the planet. Sure, he was possessive. But he was also protective, and his protective mode was on high alert now, as he took a bite.

“Well. I’m here. And they’re not going to touch you again. They gotta go through me, this time…cowards.”, he grumbled as he took another bite and stared across at her. He was honestly not satisfied with only shooting her captor once, as he had taken her to get Dean there, in hopes of killing two hunters. Luckily for them, Dean was pretty good on his toes when he was upset.

He scoffed, though at her words, knowing that she was in pain, but she felt safe with him. It was all he wanted. It was honestly the only thing he cared about, and it had always been that way. There were times when he was with his dad that he worried about whether Bobby could protect her like he could. Sure, Bobby was a competent hunter, but he wasn’t ruthless, like Dean could be.

Dean smirked, “Well, I guess I am the white knight this time, for once. And you didn’t get eaten by a giant dog. So, do we win this one? Regardless of outcome?”

Deep down Mika knew that Dean wouldn't be satisfied with her acting like it was nothing what she endured, but as much a sit hurt and yes, her face really did hurt like a son of a bitch, a constant throbbing in her cheek was being felt by her along with the growing headache from when she headbutted Nick also growing. Yet she didn't want Dean worrying even more than she knew he already was. To her, she had been in worse situations than this and she hoped if she could brush it off and just deal eith it, eventually, so could Dean.

She gave him a fond smile when he told her no one was going to hurt her again whilst on this hunt, knowing he really would stay in front of her to keep her safe no matter what. His scoff at her words just confirmed to her that he really wasn't buying her downplaying her pain, but glad that she could tell he was happy she really did feel safe with him.

Even she knew that he was even more fiercely protective of her than Bobby was which to her said a thousand words because Bobby could be highly overprotective over her at times. She may not have known fully that Dean always worried if she was safe enough eith Bobby, but it wouldn't be a surprise to her if she did know.

At his smirk and next words, she smirked back and gave a single firm nod. "I'd say its a win no matter the outcome. We get out alive and mobile then its a win in my eyes" she replied in agreement. She may have ended up with a black eye but at least she didn't end up eith a busted leg that took her out of the job for a good two weeks.

She got up off her chair and went to her bag where she pulled out a bottle of painkillers and a bottle of water before going back to her seat at the table, cracking open the bottles one at a time and deciding that now she had some more food in her system, she'd take something to dull the pain.

Dean took a large bite of his food, and smiled as Mika confirmed that both of them being on their feet and alive was enough of a good outcome. That’s all he wanted from these hunts with her, to go home with her. He didn’t want them to end up like seemingly every hunt they had been on together, before. But then again, he was a lot more clingy than before.

He watched her stand and walk over to her bag, frowning as she pulled out the pain killers. If she was taking pills, she was in enough pain that he didn’t really want to put her through anything else, “Why don’t you tuck in for a while? I can stay up, and watch for Travers, in case he manages to track us back here…”

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and pulled the bottle of whiskey from his duffel he had laid beside his chair. He sat the bottle on the top of the table with a bit of a ‘thud’ and unscrewed the top, “I’ll have my drink. You can get some rest, and we’ll assess our situation…before I call Travers and see what he’s planning.”

He took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey, and made a face, before winking at Mika. It was a subtle way to tell her that she needs to loosen up, and relax. Get out of her work clothes and lie down - was more like it.

For Mika, taking the painkillers was more of a preventative as although she had a headache and throbbing cheek, she knew it would get only worse if she didn't take something now rather than wait until later when it would get worse. Yet it seemed by Dean frowning and then suggestion, he was thinking otherwise with her.

She knew that casual suggestion was more of a plea and she heard the hidden message of 'please just do as I ask for my own sanity so I know you'll be alright' from him. She recognised it all too well and knew if she tried to tell him that she really didn't need to do that, he wouldn't stop suggesting it until she caved in and agreed to get some rest. She hated resting when they hadn't finished the hunt yet, but she knew she hated Dean's stubbornness more.

"okay, but only because I know you won't take no as an answer from me" she smiled at him, showing she wasn't going to be stubborn about this for once and actually do as she was told. She finished her burger as she only had a couple of small bites left and then got up from her seat. She walked over to Dean and kissed him briefly to show she really was willing to do anything that would put his mind at ease, then walked to the non cluttered bed pulling off her hoodie and kicking off her boots as she went over to it.

Reaching the bed she laid down on top of it, wriggling out of her jeans before closing her eyes and laying on her side, facing Dean so he would be able to actually see when she was asleep and okay. The moment her eyes closed, she realised just how much she did need the kip as tiredness suddenly took over her what felt like instantly, when she was feeling wide awake only moments ago.

Within a couple of minutes she had properly dozed off, her breathing steadying out, one arm tucked under the pillow and the other lightly draped across the bed. She just hoped nothing would happen that was skinwalker related whilst she was asleep and Dean would be okay doing the watch on his own. Not that she didn't trust his capabilities, but just like how he worried about her safety, she always worried about his safety, especially after he told her he almost died on a werewolf hunt without her.

Dean watched as Mika actually didn’t argue with him. He was half worried she was concussed, just at that alone. He reached a hand out to gently touch her waist as she walked over and kissed him, kissing her back carefully. When she was injured in any way, even just a knock to the head, he was extremely careful with his hands, as he didn’t want to see her wince, because of him. It killed him.

He took another long drink of whiskey and watched her walk to the bed, stripping on her way down, which made him smile. She was even getting out of her clothes, like he would normally suggest. She was learning. The thought made him chuckle, almost choking on his drink as he watched her lay down and close her eyes. Scooting his chair back, he stood and walked over to the bed, before sitting down on the edge and swinging his legs up to sit against the headboard. He sat the whiskey on the bedside table.

He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her sleeping head onto his lap, and brushed her hair back from her face, getting comfy against the headboard. At some point, the mixture of whiskey and relaxation from stress had caused him to fall asleep. He awoke to a loud scraping sound on the door, his eyes shooting open instantly as he carefully scooted from under Mika’s head, and onto his feet. He reached over the table, and grabbed his pistol, checking it for ammo and then approaching the door.

As he cracked the door open, he looked ahead, but quickly lowered his eyes to see a beautiful Serval cat staring up at him, a pink collar wrapped around her neck. She transformed, just as his eyes landed on her collar, and stood in front of him, a tall and well made up woman, with a collar around her neck, mostly naked.

“Um…what-I um…what do you want?”, Dean stammered, his brain taking its time to come to the conclusion that she was another skinwalker.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to give you a message.”, she scoffed, pulling him out of the room and onto the sidewalk, before pressing him against the wall, her hips rolling against his. Wincing, he turned his head to the side as she leaned in and sniffed up his jaw, “Leave town, and no one else has to die. Stay…and I’m allowed to eat you up. And in case you think I’m bluffing.”

She raked a hand up under his shirts, spreading her fingers over his abs as he groaned, doing his best to keep his face away from hers. She raked her nails down his stomach, leaving shallow but bloody claw prints as she went. Dean groaned a bit louder, as she purred against his chin.

“Am I clear?”, she asked, leaving her claws dug into his skin, as she stared up at his eyes, her teeth biting down gently against his chin.

“Um…y-yeah. Yep. But you guys are eating people.”, Dean stammered out, trying to catch his breath.

“And that’s never bothered anyone until Nick went off the rails. Pretend you just…never heard about him, alright? He’s being handled. Now, get your sleep…or have your fun, and then get out of here. I don’t want to ruin such a perfect body.”, she removed her claws from his abs, leaning up to bite his bottom lip between her teeth. She pulled her head back, releasing it roughly, before transforming back into her Serval form, and prancing away.

Dean let the breath he was holding out, shaking his entire body as he clutched his gun tightly and stepped away from the wall. He could feel the light coppery taste in his mouth from his lip, and frowned. He had never been scared away from a hunt before, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like this was just a small group of skin walkers. This was a whole town…

Stepping back into the room, he tried his hardest to shut the door as quietly as possible, to not wake Mika up, just yet. She was not going to be happy about the new plans.

The fact that his habit of being a lot more careful and light handed with her when she was injured, even if it was something minor like a bruised cheek, always made Mika think he would never change when it came to her and in those moments he wasn't afraid to show his more softer side which made her feel happy in a round about matter.

She also knew part of him would probably think she was more injured than she was saying as she didn't fight him on getting some rest. She knew it was out of character for her to not argue about resting, but she also was old enough to know when it was worth arguing it and when not to. This was one moment when it wasn't worth protesting.

Due to falling asleep rather quickly, she was completely unaware that Dean decided to move from the chair and table and sit on the bed she was laying on, even though her unconscious mind seemed to know he was there and moved her head onto his lap because she subconsciously brought her arms over his legs and half hugged him as she slept, lightly nuzzling as she did so.

At the sound of scratching on the door, Mika never stirred awake unlike Dean. Normally she would have woken, her mind telling her danger was at her door and made her wake, but this time she didn't stir a single bit, most probably because of the painkillers she took earlier on and down to the exhaustion she never realised earlier she actually had because of her headache. As Dean moved out from under her head, she simply stayed put where he laid her as he headed to the door to find out what or who was at their door.

It was only when he came back inside she half stirred awake, enough to be aware he was walking around, but not enough to open her eyes or say anything. From how quietly he was trying to close the door, her mind was telling her that he was desperate not to wake her, so she didn't want him to feel guilty by waking up.

She rolled over to her other side in her light sleep, pulling her legs up into herself as she did so, drifting back to sleep properly once more. She wondered if Dean would try to stir her awake or leave whatever had made him exit the room briefly until the morning as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that whichever decision he made determined how important what drew him out of the room was.