[b][u]MIKA[/u][/b]

The way Dean pulled the blanket back before grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to him told Mika that he just knew she was struggling with being back more than she was trying to let on. It reminded her of how well Dean knew her and all her quirks and body language signs in a way that no one else did- Duke possibly being the only other one capable of such a skill. Not even Bobby knew everything and he knew her inside out. She leaned into him as he began to rub her back comfortingly, an action that always worked on her as he told her not to apologise for being alive. Yet that very fact scared her to her core because she didn't even know if she was human anymore, or if she was, why was her revival so different to Dean's or even Sam's? He may be telling her she's alright but she didn't feel alright at this moment. She was too overwhelmed and her head was a cluster of noise that she couldn't decipher any of it. So all she could do was nod before resting against him, the comfort of familiarity of his touch and his smell being of small comfort, but comfort nonetheless. 

She remained silent as Dean called out to Cason after looking around at everyone trying their hardest to keep an eye on her whilst trying to give her space. Something she wasn't sure if it was better or worse than crowding around her. She didn't even have the energy to fight the suggestion of a bath run for her, just accepted others deciding things for her, a couple of people at a time. The only suggestion she was accepting of was Anna's of grabbing her some fresh clothes as she didn't want to hijack Duke's shirt for longer than necessary, even though it was incredibly comfortable and reminded her of the older days when she'd call him away from Dean and Esme to come after her and he'd wrap either his jacket or shirt around her when she needed it. She was aware of Cason dragging Nat away and to the downstairs bathroom to help before listening to Dean tell Sam not to gossip about deals and the like in front of her. 

She hated that they felt they couldn't discuss those things around her, but she was also glad they weren't going to continue talking about it. She looked up at Dean when he turned his attention back to her asking her more questions, “I feel a lot of things...fear, confusion, relief, guilt… I feel like I don't know who I am anymore… I feel and hear so much static in my head, but nothing is clear…”she began to explain, her frustration of the situation making her voice crack and shake, desperately wanting her to just explode emotionally. “I remember the warehouse, Alastair breaking out of his chains, I remember… I remember getting into a fight with him and being pinned…” she began to try and filter her memories, her head hurting and causing her to wince from the pain, reaching up with one hand to press against her temple. “I remember hearing others coming into the room before…before looking down at you on the ground…then it went black…” she began to let the tears fall as she looked up at him, wishing she could remember more. 

“Just so much darkness…in my head where memories should be” she commented, rubbing her head forcefully, desperately attempting to not just punch memories back into view in her head, her fist shaking from her holding it back. She wanted to lash out at herself or make a run for it despite her legs just not having the strength to do so but she couldn't. She couldn't bear pulling away from Dean when it was becoming clear to her that he was more worried about her than he was outwardly showing. “I'm sorry Dean…I wish I could remember more right now, I hate this” she apologised yet again. 

As everyone continued to filter out of the room for one excuse or another, Mika found herself falling asleep on Dean when those broken memories began to focus, causing her to flinch and shift in her sleep then wake up startled and panting but as she looked around, she wasn't in Bobby's house anymore. The main room was bright, airy, clean and large. The couch she was on alone, a light grey fabric, plush and new feeling. Something was wrong, but her mind refused to let her see why it was wrong. Glancing down at her phone on the coffee table in front of the couch, she saw the time. “Shit! I'm gonna be late for work!” She cursed, punching up and running into her bathroom to quickly shower before stepping out, get dressed in her grey and white two piece skirt suit and rush out the door, grabbing car keys and her travel mug on the way out. 

The sun was bright, causing her to shield her eyes as she got in her car and drove to her work place. “Please don't let me be too late and get fired” she wished out loud. 

[b][u]NATALIA[/u][/b]

Nat agreed that running a bath for Mika was a good idea and would relax Mika a great deal if she lets it. She knew it helped her when things got hard for her and they were on the road. “We'll be right back” she told Dean and Mika as Cason pulled her with him towards Bobby's room and grumbling about how he thinks a bath would be good for her. “I agree, looking at her I can tell she has broken memories in that head of hers and she's struggling to accept that. It's like looking in a mirror of when I was like that. She's gonna need us all, whether she likes it or not” she replied as he pulled his sleeve down to be able to open the door and lead the way in. 

As she stepped through the door right behind Cason, she too got blinded by all the flashing lights and voices screaming her name, begging her to look at their cameras. She put her head down as she felt a hand dragging her through the crowd and into another room in the building, the door closing behind them all where they could all catch their breath. As Cason came over and swept her hair behind her ear she nodded. “Yeah, yeah I'm fine, I don't think so” she replied, looking down at herself, clad in a faux leather crop top and tight skinny jeans and heels, as if to check she was good, whilst also trying not to blush at Cason's touch. 

“They shouldn't have even gotten into the building, the security here is crap!” She complained to the two men when her phone buzzed and she figured it would be just her manager, so she pulled it out of her pocket and saw it wasn't her manager but the same unknown number that had been texting and calling her for a few days now. [i]’you look so beautiful today’[/i] the text read and it creeped her out, causing her to instinctively look over her shoulder toward the door that was holding back the press. 

Looking back towards Cason and her other bodyguard, she quickly stashed her phone back in her pocket, deciding to try and ignore the creepy text. She wanted to tell them both she was being stalked but she knew at least one of them would overreact and she didn't want to let down her fans. She also didn't want to risk losing what little freedom she still had left. So if she could just pretend everything was fine just long enough for this show of hers, she could admit her concerns afterwards. 

[b][u]SAM[/u][/b]

Sam was glad that Anna believed that he was telling the truth. He kept his eyes on Dean and Mika as Dean scolded them for talking about deals and Mika's resurrection almost as if Mika wasn't in the room and it made him instantly feel guilty for it. He hated thinking he was upsetting Mika more than she already was. "You're right..." he mumbled back to Dean just before Anna suggested that the two of them go find Mika some fresh clothes which made him nod in agreement. Now that he could most definitely do with ease as it wasn't like they turfed out any of her stuff in the three days she was officially classed as deceased. 

Anna was right after all, they were all practically gawking at Mika as she was a zoo animal behind a cage and he knew Mika hated that more than anything under a normal circumstance, let alone in this situation. He followed Anna out the main room, letting her pull him toward the stairs and up to Mika's room where she opened the door and stepped through with him and something felt like it shot through him when the room felt brighter and wider than Mika's room. Glancing around it was clear they were in a station and not Bobby's house, he felt a ranger's hat on his head and as he looked down at himself, sporting full modern western gear. Glancing down at Anna and hearing her little joke, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Sorry" he smiled, patting her shoulder as she stepped away and went to his desk where he sat down and decided to log into his work computer to check his emails before moving onto any files or checking what calls came in that need priority. 

As he worked, he suddenly heard his colleague and right hand man call over about a BBQ. "Huh? your infamous BBQ? Hell, I'm in!" he smiled as he called back, noticing that Anna was suddenly hiding behind her computer screen at her desk, as she blushed, thinking she was being discreet but really was. He knew she had a massive crush on him and he had a thing for her himself, but he never wanted to embarrass her so he didn't ever play on it as of so far. But maybe tonight at Jason and Anna's house, he might. If he could gather the confidence to do so.