Dean woke up with a groan and a huge stretch. He sat up, and instantly grabbed his head, "Ah! Dammit…Kenzi, let's go for breakfast…", he mumbled, reaching over to shake her. As if he should have been surprised, really…

She was gone, "Son of a bitch…", he complained, standing from the bed with his hand pressed to his temple. He walked over to the bedside table and noticed the note, which he picked up and stared at. For a few seconds, he had to kick himself and remind himself that his thoughts were dumb, and that he didn't know shit. Another side of his brain went straight to ghosts, like Mika was following him, somehow. He had nothing of hers, as far as he knew, that she could possibly be attached to. Sighing heavily, he kept thinking, and the thought of Kenzi BEING Mika crossed his mind.

"Yeah right…", he scoffed, tossing the note aside, "I ain't drunk enough for this crap…"

He picked up the phone, quickly dialing the number he had somehow remembered by heart, the number to the tattoo shop. He knew she was there. He knew she had run back to this guy like a moth to a flame, but he also knew he could talk her back to him, just like the times before. Thanking whatever being was responsible for him having found the number by accident, before, he waited for an answer, his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose, heavily.