Dean's eye roll didn't go amiss on Mika when she first started getting out the car herself, but she didn't brush him off when he stayed close by incase she fell, which she was secretly grateful for as she knew if he wasn't nearby and she fell, she would be just be an emotional wreck on the floor out of frustration. When he teased her by being sarcastic and snarky in a playful manner, she gave him dagger eyes for it, but there was no malice in them to show she truly meant the stern look. 

She looked at him back when he looked at her with sympathy, and she didn't know whether to be thankful for the sympathy or annoyed by it. She wasn't one for accepting looks of pity and in so many ways this busted leg of hers was nothing compared to other injuries, but this time it was different. She didn't NEED to deal with this alone and crawl her way back to Bobby. She had Dean, she had support. She just had to learn to get used to having it and accepting it, even if her ego wouldn't allow it. 

She sighed as he squatted down in front of her and rubbed her thighs with his thumbs. Nodding in reply to his question she took a couple of deep breaths before answering him, "I'm good. I don't think so no, it doesn't feel like it". "I just...really need alcohol and a comfortable bed" she smirked, trying to keep the mood light as she ran a hand through her hair, brushing it up and back away from her face. "So lets get checked in. Can use my card if you want this time round, my wallet is in the glove compartment" she told him.