In Mika's eyes she would have ended up in the hunting world with or without Dean. The fact her uncle was in the business to a certain extent and it was him who took her in and brought her up, she knew with her love of reading she would have found out about the world more either way after surviving a wendigo attack. There was no path in which she would have avoided the hunter life. Even if she was answering phones or doing the research side of things at Bobby's 24/7, inbetween him teaching her how to look after her own car and teaching her to drive, she would have been in the life. So in her eyes, Dean was not to blame for dragging her into this life. If anything it was the Wendigo's fault by leaving her alive, even if it thought her dead. Which brought her other thought that never left her... What WAS it that saved her?

She closed her eyes as he swept her hair back once more, always savouring in her mind whenever he did such a simple action, but one that really meant something to her. Deep down she probably knew he would never stop being hard on himself but she had to try and keep reminding him not to be. She knew he wouldn't like her calling herself poison but how could she not not think that? She'd been described it enough times after all.

She smiled back at him as he apologised for dumping it all on her and she shook her head gently, "don't be sorry, ever. If you ever need to talk I'm always here to listen" she replied to him, kissing him back again deeply before he pulled away and repeated himself. She smiled brightly back and gave a single firm nod. "right. It's normal for us and that's all I could ask for" she told him, before half chuckling with him then pulling him over her and wrapping herself around him. "now...about that 'rekindling'..." she smirked.