I knew Zachariah was behind it somehow…“What happened?” Dean couldn’t help but ask. “Was it…was it Alastair and his guys?”
Pamela shook her head. “I don’t know what it was. I was doing fine, hiding, staying one step ahead of everybody—” Her lips twitched a little, and Dean remembered that she was a psychic—special, just not special enough. “Then these—” She coughed, harsh and sudden, and Dean saw red on her lips. “—These things, they…they came down. They were so bright. And when they spoke… I think they were speaking, because there was another voice, a human voice—” She coughed again. “It hurt so bad. I— I can still feel it.”
(Source: trinityofone.livejournal.com)
