Mika knew Sam also took her supposed death badly. Despite being so young, she did adore the younger Winchester like a little brother herself. Yet in her own messed up way of trying to overcome what she went through, she only cared about herself or how Dean as dealing with the grief. She didn't even give time to think how Sam must have been feeling, let alone feeling about seeing his brother in his own grief.

She felt relieved when he told her he wouldn't be taking her place, hearing his little Midwest drawl come out for the first time in a long time as she closed her eyes, letting herself take in his touch as he ran his fingers down her scars. His touch reminding her that there was still feeling in the scar tissue.

At his next words about what saved her, she had to open her eyes again, looking up to him once more and managed to crack a small smile at it. It was true after all that he was incredibly stubborn. It was after all his stubbornness that made him figure out who she was and made her come clean. "you're not wrong there" she agreed as she leaned his into his hand. 

"I could do with that drink... Hopefully it'll do what it always does and knock me out so I don't dream" she replied to him. She was aware how late it was, and she still felt bad for waking both Dean and Bobby. Yet she also thought maybe, just maybe the fact Dean now saw her at her worst during the night it would help her to really be a better person.

She released some of the tension she had in his grip on Dean, holding onto him much lighter than she was before. "I'm still sorry for waking you...and rebreaking your nose.." she then apologised.