Mika, half asleep, suddenly becomes wide awake in the time it took Dean to say his opening line. She slapped her spare hand against her forehead, realising that their usual antics has now and truly gone one step too far. 

"Its easier that way...." she just mumbles down the line. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most understandable response she could have come up with, but right at this point she didn't know how else to reply. Dean had made her become stuck for words. 

Then the hardest question came through the receiver end of the phone that she hates hearing. How many more years could she truly go on evading that question? She had no idea. But it was getting harder and harder to lie her way out of it. 
"All I know about your ex girlfriend is what you've told me. She was this redheaded girl who stole your heart...then she died by a wendigo....h-h-her parents too..." she tried to kerp her answer as vague as possible but when it came to her parents, her voice began to crack.

"You found a note? You sure it was from her? Do you own anything of hers? That she cared deeply for? Like a necklace or [I] book [/I]? Maybe your love for each other is keeping her around you. That's why you think I remind you of her.... Dean, I don't know her....I'm sorry..." she said to him, fighting every nerve in her body to not hang up the phone. 
At this point Mika was silently crying and shaking. It had to know but she was just too scared to admit the truth.