"Dean?" Sam asked opening the bathroom door. It was morning. I had fallen asleep, even though I was freezing on the tile, Dean kept me warm.
"What the hell happened!" Dean yelled when he opened his eyes. I laughed, and Sam smiled.
"What is that?" Sam asked. My shirt was lifted up a little to reveal something blood red. I lifted my shirt a little to reveal a large blood red handprint on my stomach. Dean looked over it, moving my skin to examine the hand print. Dean touched it, instantly I pushed him away, as those feelings returned. I breathed them in, and looked at Dean. My hands started shaking again.