As Bobby asked if they were okay, Mika let Dean do the initial talking as he carried her to the couch and sat down with her still in his lap. As he stroked her hair she rested her head into his shoulder, noticing the glasses get put on the table by Bobby. Bobby asking if she rebroke Dean's nose wasn't too much of a surprise considering the drying blood on his nostrils and upper lip.

She even let Bobby explain how sometimes it can be alcohol that brings on her night terror and memory which she couldn't deny. It was sometimes the cause, even if it wasn't always the cause. She also had to agree that compared to the injuries she had caused herself in her sleep and to Bobby on occasion, Dean did come out pretty unscathed.

When she got asked if she was okay, she looked at her uncle and nodded, leaning away from Dean to grab their glasses, handing Dean his as she held onto hers. "yes..no... I don't really know to be honest. Its been weeks since the last time, if not longer, it felt so much more real this time" she told him. "like it had a bigger grip on me, just like...just like the first few times it happened" she added.

It then dawned on her she had been reading the books again, trying to find answers between everything else, making her think it might have been a trigger in her subconscious. "I've been reading those books again..." she admitted to Bobby, knowing he would know exactly what books she was referring to.

She sipped her drink, savouring the taste always thankful that whatever it was Bobby gave her helped her to relax. She never once asked what it actually consisted of, even after all these years, she decided that as long as it worked for her, that's all she needed to know.