As morning broke and Dean noticed a groan from Mika as she woke up, he glanced down at her, having made a decision for them both before she ever had a chance to talk it over with him.  They were leaving, and they weren’t going to fight the town of skinwalkers.  He scooted himself down the headboard and turned onto his side as she rolled over.

“Hey…it’s like seven in the morning.”, he said softly, pulling her close to his side.  As his arm wrapped around her body, he ran his fingers up and down her arm, almost holding his breath hoping that she wouldn’t throw an arm over his chest, “But I think we should get out of here, after we get good an awake.”

Dean thought about it for a few moments, trying to decide what to tell Mika.  He finally settled, “I went out for some air, while you were sleeping and um…turns out that no one in town wants us here.  It might be a better idea for us to just…head back to Bobby’s.  They made the message pretty painfully clear.”

He pulled his shirt up carefully, the fabric sticking to the claw prints it covered.  He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows at her, as if asking permission to leave town, “They said this was just the beginning.”