When Sam goes to the bathroom while Dean is outside the motel room working on the car, I turn around to see you take off your makeup. “What is that?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. I watch as you take off the skin tone coloured substance you had on your face, revealing some small scars and heavy eyebags.

Visible confusion spreads across my face, my eyebrows furrowing. When you’ve finished taking it off, I wonder why you had done so… and I wonder why there’s this odd feeling in my stomach.