Dean’s mind delayed Mika’s screaming, between being drunk and maybe a little turned on by how forward this girl was being.  However, when Raven was suddenly yanked off his lap, he bolted up, confused.  His eyes then fell on Mika, as she punched her and fell beside him.  He honestly had no idea how to react to what had just happened, but his mind sobered really quickly from the chaos.

“Oh no.  Oh God.  Um…I…”, he stammered, trying to both assess the blood that was now flowing down her leg, but also explain himself for what she had just seen.  It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself into one of these situations, but it was the first time with Mika.  As the concierge man from earlier came to hand Dean some bar towels, he picked Raven up from the floor, unsurprised by what had just happened.  He shoved her toward a door at the end of the small corridor, and leaned in to Dean.

“We won’t press charges.  This isn’t the first, and probably won’t be the last, sir.”, he explained to Dean, who simply nodded, confused.  Dean pressed the bar towels against Mika’s leg, attempting to stop the bleeding without a word.  He felt sick to his stomach.  The odds of her staying around now, were completely void, and he couldn’t blame her, even if he didn’t fully grasp monogamy, or why it meant so much to people.  As his brain struggled to sober up, he avoided her eyes.  The concierge chimed in again, “You two have the conversation you need to have, and either I’ll go up after and help you pack, sir…or I’ll help the misses to your room.”

He then stepped away from them and left them alone.  Dean still stayed silent, his stomach in his feet as he pressed on the wound, pulling the rag away to check the bleeding.  He was satisfied that it was barely bleeding, which meant it could be simply wrapped and left alone.  

“It’s not bleeding…”, he whispered finally, still not able to look her in the eyes.  He ran his hand across his mouth out of stress, quickly realizing that he was basically wearing Raven’s lipstick, from his nose to the bottom of his chin, and his lip was bleeding.  Taking one of the spare bar cloths, he wiped his mouth clean of the lipstick, as best he could and sighed, “I um…I had planned to come down and…and tell her to just leave me alone.  And she came out of nowhere…”

As he tried to explain, he took another deep breath, wiping a drip of blood away from his bottom lip from Raven’s assault on it.  There was no way to explain how he was, despite her already knowing him so well, that didn’t sound like excuses.  So, he stood, and pulled the wheelchair back over toward her, engaging the brake.

“Let’s go…”, he muttered, swallowing heavily and looking around the bar area at the patrons who were staring at him.  He smirked and nodded at a few of them to get them to change their gaze, “I have a feeling we need to have a talk about a few things.”