She nodded at his words about how tall the bath was as she let him help her get undressed, before he undressed himself and then helped her into the bath by carrying her over and placing her carefully in it. Once in, she swung her good leg into the tub, leaving her bad one over the side. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but she knew it was better than getting her stitches wet and risking making her leg any worse than it already was. She wished once again that it was her arm that was screwed up and not her leg, but from the way she fell it was no surprise it was her leg. She smirked as he went back for the beer before returning, getting in then opening the bottles for them both, where then gladly took the bottle he offered her with a smile and chuckle and finally she could relax with him. "I could seriously get used to this type of lifestyle" she spoke as she took a swig of the first of many beers during the night..... ------------- When Dean at first woke up, Mika didn't, being happily asleep cuddled up into him, comfortable and very much naked still from their drunken but careful usual hotel fun they had. It was only when he had snaked his way out from under her and out of the bed, proceeding to quietly get dressed drunkenly did she stir awake. She didn't however let on she was awake as she was still slightly drunk herself and just thought at first he needed the bathroom as even though she heard him getting dressed, it didn't actually fully sink in what he was doing and she certainly didn't think for a minute that he could be going down to meet the Raven girl. So she went to close her eyes properly again and try and get back to sleep, only to hear him leave the room making her wake up even more. "Dean...?" she asked even though he had already left the room. She didn't like he just walked out on her and suddenly got that same dreaded feeling that he must have felt whenever she snuck out on him for a long while. She sat herself up wincing at her leg not liking being moved, pulling herself out of the bed and grabbing for the closest clothes she could muster. All kinds of worries and insecurities started resurfacing in her mind and it was then she suddenly remembered about the other girl. "no.. No no no.. He wouldn't.. Would he?" she thought out to herself, starting to rush even though it hurt to do so. Not caring that she was bare footed, she tried to walk to the door, snatching the room key off the nearby table as she did so but found it was near damn impossible, so she got herself to the wheelchair and wheeled herself out of the room. "Dean please don't do this to me..." she begged to herself, exiting the room and wheeling herself to the elevator rapidly pressing the button as she witted for it to arrive, wheeling in when the door opened and instantly took a guess where he could be. Once on the appropriate floor, she exited the elevator and wheeled round trying to find him when she finally clapped eyes on the girl from earlier kissing and straddling Dean whilst clearly trying to screw him in public. In her drunken state she saw utter red, anger completely overtaking her as she wheeled a bit closer. "you've got be bloody kidding me?!" she exclaimed angrily. "get your bloody hands off or him!!" she practically snarled pushing herself out of the wheelchair and standing on her feet. Not only was she angry at the girl, she was angry at him for not just pushing her off of him. Instead here she was seeing him seeming to consent to her advances. Yanking the girl off Dean she balled up her fist and punched her square in the face as hard as she could, the momentum forcing her body to go unstable and stumble into the couch, ripping her stitches in the process as her leg buckled. "fuck!" she cursed, trying so hard not to cry in front the two of them.