[b]PRESENT DAY[/b]

Three and a half weeks had passed since the big fight broke out between Mika and Dean and Bobby managed to get them to talk once again and they actually made up as they always did. Mika's leg had finally got on the mend and although not absolutely perfect, she could move like normal once more. She had never been so thankful for a quick healer, even if she thought it was strange she healed such a drastic wound as quickly as only three weeks. She didn't think much of it however and just accepted it, deciding it was best in this instance not to complain in the slightest. 

She said goodbye to Dean during those weeks so he could go and join his dad on a few hunts, but she always gave him a text or phone call most days just to make sure he was alright and safe and alive. She also kept him in the loop of her own recovery (sending him the odd picture of her leg's progress) and reassuring him that Bobby hadn't put her on any hunts whilst she recovered and kept her doing the most mundane of jobs around the house. It bored her senseless but she knew it was for the best, and it did mean she could help Bobby on the phones or give other hunters bits of information they so desperately needed over said phones by doing what she loved doing....reading the books. 

Today was the day for cleaning her car as it had been parked outside the garage the entire time and she knew her car was incredibly filthy by this point. She also needed to know the engine would still start and low and behold it wouldn't. So sporting some old jeans that were ripped into shorts and an old fitted slightly cropped vest, her hair tied up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way, she was head first leaned over seeing to her beloved car. "Come on girl...tell me what's wrong with you" she sighed to her car.