As Dean waited for her to turn around, offering a small smile that quickly dropped as he caught on to the swelling of her eye.  As she opened the window, he watched her face intently, his eyebrows stitched together in worry as he reached out for her.  He crawled through the window carefully, being as quiet as he could, and closed it behind him.

He could hear her mother downstairs, and was thankful that she was at least distracting Mika’s father from coming up the stairs and bothering her.  He wanted her to be able to rest, tonight, and he didn’t want to have to potentially kill her father.  He turned his eyes from the door, to her face, and sighed.

“Is that from…”, he started to speak as he stepped up in front of her and hit his knees, placing his hands on her knees.  But he stopped himself, knowing the answer, “Mika, I’m so sorry…”

He croaked the words out, gently wiping a tear away from her black eye.  He stared at her face, wanting to find that same glimmer of happiness or hope that he loved seeing, but he found none.  She was broken.  She seemed nervous around him.  He didn’t want to make her flinch, or for her to think that any of this was on her.

He leaned back from her, pulling his jacket from his arms, and spread her legs slightly to situate himself close to her body as he wrapped her back up in her leather safety net.  After the jacket was there, he kissed her nose, whispering to her, “I’m here, now.  Alright?  You’re okay…”, before leaning in and kissing her carefully.