I was crying, because of what I had seen. It was my mother's death, from every last detail to the next.
"You okay?" Sam asked, not looking away from his laptop screen. I just wanted comforted.
"No," I got up, and ran into the bathroom. All these people were just cold, they didn't care about me. Someone knocked.
"Jess," it was Dean. "Can I come in?"
"Why?" I yelled back. I looked in the mirror, my brown hair was in knots, and my eyes were a green color like Dean's. He knocked again.
"Jess, I'm sorry, okay," he said, and I let him in.
"What?" I asked. He looked at me.
"I'm sorry for leaving you and your mother," Dean said. "I'm sorry." That's all I wanted to hear. I jumped at him, and wrapped my arms around him.
"Thank you," I cried into his chest. He was shocked, and didn't move. Then he wrapped his arms around me.
"Hey, I think I got something," Sam said. Dean let go of me, and I let go of him. On Sam's laptop screen it read, 'Man eaten from the waist up' in all caps. They're was a picture. Ew! I screamed in my mind and looked away.