Dean stared at her for a few seconds, just taking in her face, her eyes, everything.  There she was, covered in blood, a hole in her side…smiling.  She looked perfect.  She was perfect.  He sighed as she pecked his lips once again, and closed his eyes at her hand touching his now extremely sensitive nose.

He instantly hissed as she checked it, opening his eyes to watch hers for some sort of warning.  But he got none.  The second his nose cracked, he let out a yelp, and then a loud and long growl, roughly grabbing her wrist, his knuckles white as he squeezed it.

“Son of a bitch!  Ow…dammit, Mika…”, he groaned, still holding her wrist as she caught the blood that was now gushing from his nose.  He whimpered slightly and leaned his head back, helping gravity stop the bleeding and then glanced back at her eyes, and released her wrist, as she brought her hand up to his cheek, “Thanks…ugh.”

He looked over at the bartender, who was standing there with her eyes wide, pouring whiskey into a glass with a shaky hand.  She slid the whiskey across the bar, where two full glasses sat for he and Mika.  The look on her face was both that of terror and that of thanks.  He smiled with his eyes at her, nodding his head lightly.

At least it was just a broken nose.  Tonight was supposed to be the perfect date night.  It was supposed to be a night off, but he dragged Mika back into hunting like water flowing down a hill.  She didn’t seem to mind, though.  She just carried on like always, causing his heart to warm.

“You’re perfect, you know…”, he muttered behind the towel on his nose, his green eyes lighting up as he glanced back at her.