Rose’s POV
I let out a small yelp of pain, Dean pulls back quickly and I can see blood on his lower lip. I touch my neck where I felt the pain, and see blood on my fingers.
“Dean?!” I say sharply. He takes a few steps back and looks down guilty. We’re both still trying to catch our breath.
“I’m sorry. I- I got carried away. Excuse me a moment.” Dean walks back inside and suddenly I feel very cold. Dean’s body heat kept me so warm. The wind blows and I head for the door. I step inside and look for a bathroom. I check my neck, and see a small drop of blood more on my shoulder. I dab at it with a napkin, and wait for more blood to rise out of the wound, but it doesn’t. The cut is way smaller than I expected, and it’s only surface deep. I guess I was just shocked by that pain in amidst all
