As Dean acted like an utter child over being told he could have his pick of the whiskey, Mika just sniggered and shook her head. She watched him go to the drinks cabinet and rummage through whilst she mentsy asked herself who out rhe two of them were older because she felt like the mature one suddenly. "when did you become the mature one kiddo?" Bobby asked her, making her snap out of her thoughts and seeing that he was wondering the same thing as herself. "I was wondering the same thing myself" she smirked. Truth was, she loved it when Dean was in this much of a good mood but that wasnt going to stop wondering such stupid things.

As he danced back to the room with the chosen bottle in hand she had to really refrain from putting her hand up to her forehead and shake her head again which was helped by him wrapping an arm round her and kissing rhr top of her head. Yet she couldn't help but just look at Bobby for his reaction at what was going on. Before either of them could reply to Dean, he was off like a shot again heading upstairs to grab his bag. "WE NEVER SAID WE WEREN'T HAPPY FOR YOU!" Mika shouted up toward the stairs with a smirk.

"I'll put some extra stuff in your trunk whilst you go get your own bag from upstairs" Bobby told Mika to which she nodded and stood up. She remembered that she left her bag in her room by the door from the last hunt and probably did use most of what she had left of her salt rounds in particular on the last ghost. "think I'll need salt rounds mostly" she told him, as she glanced toward the hallway and saw Dean return finally not pouting. "meet me at the car. My keys are in my jacket on the coat rack if you wanna unlock it and chuck your stuff in" she told him then kissed his cheek before heading upstairs herself. She needed her boots for a start and figured she'd shove them on as she picked up her bag.