Pamela’s eyes were missing. Now that he was more directly in front of her, he could see a pair of dark pits at the center of her face. They seemed to stare at Dean, more provocatively than Pamela’s warm brown eyes ever could. He could hide nothing from those empty holes, rimmed with dried blood. They knew him.
Dean was already shaky, backing away; when the body suddenly moved, head turning on the neck, his heart nearly stopped.
“Who’s there?” Pamela croaked. “I can hear you breathing! I can hear you!”
ZACHARIAH WHAT DID YOU DO NOW YOU ASS?
(Source: trinityofone.livejournal.com)
