#!zander

This was the problem with her life. It went from deathly quiet to stupidly chaotic in a matter of seconds. She burst into the hotel room and her heart dropped slightly as soon as she saw him. A part of her wanted to cry, another part wanted to pull him out the down straight away, while another...

She listened to the third one. Stalking towards him, she didn't bother to say anything before pulling him down into a rough kiss, her desperation obvious.

When she eventually pulled away she stayed close to him. "I'm sorry," she said with a frown. "That was a stupid thing to do over a phone but... I was in shock."

She looked up at him and bit her lip. There was the obvious complication here; he knew now about her... history... with Dean. And she knew the obvious way he would be thinking. She didn't know how to explain though. That this wasn't about how she felt about Dean. This was how she felt about Hell, what that place did to you, how no one should ever seen it, and how seeing it twice would destroy.