Dean took a large bite of his food, and smiled as Mika confirmed that both of them being on their feet and alive was enough of a good outcome.  That’s all he wanted from these hunts with her, to go home with her.  He didn’t want them to end up like seemingly every hunt they had been on together, before.  But then again, he was a lot more clingy than before.

He watched her stand and walk over to her bag, frowning as she pulled out the pain killers.  If she was taking pills, she was in enough pain that he didn’t really want to put her through anything else, “Why don’t you tuck in for a while?  I can stay up, and watch for Travers, in case he manages to track us back here…”

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and pulled the bottle of whiskey from his duffel he had laid beside his chair.  He sat the bottle on the top of the table with a bit of a ‘thud’ and unscrewed the top, “I’ll have my drink.  You can get some rest, and we’ll assess our situation…before I call Travers and see what he’s planning.”

He took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey, and made a face, before winking at Mika.  It was a subtle way to tell her that she needs to loosen up, and relax.  Get out of her work clothes and lie down - was more like it.