Dean leaned against the door after shutting it, and took a deep breath, before turning to see Mika in a different place from where he had left her.  Hopefully, she hadn’t woke up.  He pulled his flannel off, and quickly whisked his t-shirt over his head to get a better look at the scratches on his chest.  They were bleeding, and had dripped a bit down his chest, but they were nothing special that were particularly concerning.

He stepped into the bathroom, wetting down a wash cloth and began dabbing at the scrapes, to get them to stop bleeding and also wash some of the blood from his chest as he glanced at his lip in the mirror.  His lip was a bit more torn up than his chest, almost as if he had been punched.

He shuddered at the thought of what Mika would have done if she had seen the situation outside, and the way the woman manhandled Dean.  But he could see why they sent her.  She was sexy, which he wasn’t known to turn down in the past, and she was obviously very very good with her hands…and claws.

Tossing the wash cloth in the sink, Dean turned from the bathroom and exited shirtless, walking over to his bag to get a shirt.  He hoped that Mika wouldn’t stir with all the noise, but he also knew she wasn’t the heaviest sleeper in the universe.  Grabbing a t-shirt, Dean crawled up onto the bed and turned at the headboard to sit flat against it, so he could think.  While he stared into space, thinking, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, glad for once that most of his shirts were black.