Dean didn’t know how to express into words the fact that he was both angry, and happy at this moment.  He scanned her eyes, for a few seconds, proving to himself slowly that it was actually Mika.  It was hard to care about the anger he had about the lies, when she was there.  He could kiss her.  He could touch her.  She was with him.

He pressed his forehead against hers, a comfort move that he had always done when she was upset.  Only now, he was doing it because of his own upset too.  His eyes never left hers as he didn’t allow her to pull far away from him, “I am angry.  I’m not going to lie to you.  But one thing I am not going to do is fight you.”

He shook his head slowly, pecking her lips again, “And you didn’t have to do it alone in the first place. I’m not as mad as you want me to be…because I can’t be angry about things anymore.  I mourned you.  I felt you die, every time I was with you…with her…”

He blinked away tears, a little more angry than he originally believed himself to be.  He wanted to lash out.  He wanted to scream and shake her, but he also just wanted to wrap her in his arms.  The feeling in his mind was tearing him apart.  So, he did the only thing he could at that moment.  Now wasn't the time to lash out in anger.  He could bring it up when she wasn't this hurt...when he wasn't this hurt.

“Hey…”, he whispered, lifting her chin up with his finger, kissing her lips once again.  He brushed her hair behind her ear, clutching her against his chest as he did so, doing everything in his power to make sure she felt safe.  He pulled away, kissing her nose softly, “You’re safe…Let’s get you cleaned up…”