Dean was right to shudder at the thought of what Mika would have done or how she would have reacted if she had witnessed the woman manhandle him outside. She wouldn't have cared that the woman was a skin walker, she would have seen red instantly and gladly shot the woman on principle as she was fed up of women coming onto him without consent. She also would have thought about going after every single skin walker she could find and made it very clear that no one was to touch Dean or herself.

Even if it caused an argument they both knew Dean would react the same way if the roles were reversed and some male skin walker came onto her just to make them back off and get out of town. Luckily for him though, Mika was too tired to properly wake up and question him about what it was that went on outside and see the scratches down his chest. She just wanted the painkillers to properly kick in and let her sleep get rid of the remaining pain in her head and on her face. That didn't mean however that she couldn't hear him walking around the room, doing whatever it was then coming back to the bed but sitting upright instead of laying down beside her. 

Over the course of the night, the bruising on her face really started to show up and get a bit more tender by the time she woke up in the morning, her back still facing Dean, hugging her pillow slightly. She flickered her eyes open eventually with a groan, wishing morning hadn't come round so soon but also realising that they never did get anything done about the hunt last night. She hadn't intended to sleep all night, in fact she would have rather just napped then got the hunt done in the evening, but it seemed her body told her otherwise.

She turned over to face Dean to see if he was awake or if he even got any sleep at all, "what time is it?" she grumbled, scooching close to him,  pulling his arm out so she could cuddle into his side pulling his arm gently back round herself.