Mika had missed this whole situation so much with him. Knowing that now she didn't have to dry off and shove a t-shirt on in the bathroom before coming back into his view was a great relief. She found it a tedious thing to do to make sure he never saw her scarred tattooed back as she knew he would ask questions or recognise the kind of scratches as wendigo ones. Yet now she didn't have to worry about him seeing them as she showed him earlier. It made the whole environment feel so much lighter in energy to her, something she couldn't fully explain but welcomed nonetheless.

When she first walked into the room she didn't even notice that Bobby had brought up Dean's bag and just instinctively brought it to her room, until Dean pointed it out that is which made her look down and over her shoulder smiling. "seems he knows us better than we do" she remarked, before grabbing her hairdryer as she always hated sleeping with wet hair. At his next remark she couldn't help but laugh, "oh is that so? Pretty sure last time I properly wore one of your shirts you called me... Cute. All because it nearly drowned me" she smirked back, unclipping her hair letting unravel and drop down her back. Reminiscing like so made her remember one time in her old family home she borrowed one of his shirts to sit around in in her room whilst they watched movies on her TV. His shirt almost reached her knees because she was so tiny in frame back then, more so than now and the sleeves went right over her hands, her then red hair looking slightly messy as she had it down.

For so long she always wondered if she should have thrown his t-shirt out but her longing to have him properly back in her life stopped her every single time. So it remained in her draw and came out when she was feeling particularly bad during rough nights and fell asleep either wearing it or hugging it close to her.