This was crazy. You were just supposed to be doing a quick case and then jumping town, but this Bloody Mary creep was ruining everything. She'd latched onto you for some reason, and you were starting to feel near schizophrenic when your eyes were open.

Which is why Dean was holding you now, as Sam figures out how to finish the spirit off and covers reflective surfaces.

"Keep 'em closed, sweetheart."

Dean soothes softly against your ear, his warm breath seeping into your chilled skin. His fingers caress up and down your back, making sure your head was safely cradled and hidden against his chest.

"M'right here. Won't let anything get my girl."