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Dean's face opened up into a shocked, and almost relieved face as she 'came clean' to him about who Mika was to her. He began fumbling, attempting to find words, as the door to the hotel room closed at John's exit. Dean shifted, glancing to the door, and then back to the table in front of him as he finally figured out what to say.

"All the more reason that I can't let you go. We'd make a hell of a team. Admit it. You get into more messes than anyone I've ever known. You need someone there to save your ass…", he murmured as John entered the room once more and gave him some sort of signal. Dean narrowed his eyes and waved his father off, before John grabbed the phone from him, and closed it.

"What the hell, dad?!", he cried out, reaching and grabbing for the phone. John held it high, and finally shoved it into his back pocket as he stared Dean down.

"This has to stop."

"What are you - ?", Dean started, but John held up a hand.

"I found the note, and how many times have we been over this same crap? Dean, she's dead. She's gone. I know I shouldn't just say it, to you, but you have to face the music. Sam's worried about you. He thought you were dead, or at least out somewhere lost and hurt, but instead you're shacked up with some girl you don't even know…", John scolded.

"She almost died…She's a hunter."

"A hunter. Wonderful. Hunters don't have relationships, Dean. Hunters live for the job, and they die young. How many times have you seen this? It happens all around you, over and over, and still you hang onto this notion that you're going to find some proof of Mika's conspiracy theory? She's dead."

"I KNOW! You don't have to keep reminding me! You know how many times I've played it over in my head that if I had've been there, she might still be alive. Her parents could still be here, and either I would be dead, or I would have saved them. Do you know how many times I've thought about making some sort of deal, or at least reaching out to Missouri, and finding out what she knows?! You don't have to keep telling me that she's DEAD!…", Dean lashed out, his face only inches from Johns. After a few tense seconds, he stepped away from his father, and grabbed his coat, along with the note, which he folded and shoved in his pocket. Turning, he held out his hand, "Give it to me…"

John stood still, not moving, and still staring at Dean's eyes, he pulled the cellphone from his pocket, holding it out. Dean snatched it from his hand, and slammed the door behind him as he left.

Adam rolled his eyes at Ryland's words, and stood from his chair, much like he was leaving from the entire ordeal. Instead, he followed Andrew's footsteps around the corner, and came to a stop as he recognized the coiled up man against the wall.

Andrew shook his head as he tapped on the wall next to the thermostat. He frowned at the amount of dust that had accumulated on the top of the little box, and his mind almost refused to allow him to touch it. He flexed his hand and reached toward the box, but couldn't do it. Growling, he retracted his hand, and let out a sigh, leaning his head against the wall.

"You know, we're allowed to help you too, man.", Adam almost whispered, taking a step toward Andrew. The older man whipped around, his eyes wide as he tried to think up some sort of lie to make himself appear less weak. After a few seconds, his shoulders fell and he scooted to the side.

Adam smirked and walked toward him, slapping a hand on his back as he did so. Andrew tensed, and let out a loud breath through his nose, to which Adam quietly apologized for touching him. Adam reached forward, and turned the air up a bit, making the temperature warmer for the rest of the group, and then he turned to Andrew.

"Wanna grab a smoke?", he asked him. Andrew stared for a second, and then shook his head.

"That's not a good idea, with the group we have here. You shouldn't do it either."

"Says the mentor with a pack of American Spirits hanging out of his pocket..After this is over, we should hang out. It won't kill you, I promise. We can stay here, for neutral ground. I know how the whole OCD thing works. If you come to my house, it could be dirty. If I come to your house, I may contaminate something with my dirty hands. So, neutral…", Adam explained, trying his best to connect to SOMEONE here.

Andrew simply stared, his jaw tight as he thought over his options.

Ryland shrugged at the explanation from Vee as to why Andrew was struggling. It was true, he was being bombarded with so much baggage. He deserved a break. Sighing, she watched the girl struggle with herself, and she sat up a little straighter.

"It sounds like the doctors need to regulate your medication a little better. The pills wearing off just sounds like a bad idea…", she rasped, not trying to sound smart of anything. She leaned forward, pulling her oxygen trolley closer to her, as Alice stood and ran from the room, "This is turning out to be a mess…"

Adam swept around the corner at that moment, retaking his seat with a little bit of purpose, followed closely by Andrew, who still looked a bit frazzled. He came in on the tail end of Xavier's conversation, and he sighed, not really knowing what to say at this point. They were all growing a little tense, with the time, and it wouldn't be long before he lost someone.

"Well, at least when they sent you here, you actually came. That's better than most people. This isn't rehab, but this is a place where we can give alternatives…and hopefully soon we'll have an alternative for you…for all of you."

As Nicki stood up, Andrew gave a tired an annoyed sigh, "Sit down…we'll be done soon, but I can't let you leave until we're finished. If you walk out that door…don't come back, because I'm not stupid. I know why you're leaving."

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