Dean sighed in relief as Mika reacted the way he had hoped to the scratches on his chest.  He normally wouldn’t just leave a hunt unfinished, but considering they were vastly out numbered, and had no idea what kind of animals some of these people turned into, this wasn’t a chance he was willing to take.  

“We still don’t know if he’s going to come after us.  They have to be good trackers.”, he muttered plainly when she mentioned Nick and the others.  He had to smirk a bit at how protective she was over him, as he leaned into her hand, turning his head to kiss her palm, “We’ll let Bobby know, and maybe he has a crew that has more experience with these guys than we do.  This is our first hunt with this type of thing, and we’re already being overrun…”

He shook his head as she asked if he needed more patching up.  The scratches were relatively shallow, although they bled.  He didn’t feel the need to have an itchy bandage covering his chest if it wasn’t necessary, “No.  I should be fine.  It's literally just a scratch and a banged up lip, nothing I’ve never dealt with.”

Leaning in, he placed a soft kiss to her lips, brushing her hair back behind her ear as he did so, and then pulled back, “Get some coffee and a shower, and we’ll head out.  I hate this.  But I want you safe, especially when your face looks like you came out of a boxing match on top.”

He chuckled and ran his thumb across her cheek.