Linda groaned and rubbed her head. She was bleeding, which made her panic. She looked up to see Dean lurking over her. Too shocked to speak, Linda stood up and reached for her phone. Dean slammed his hand on Linda's. "I don't think so. I think we need to have a little talk, don't you?" Linda flexed her fingers. "About what you did?" questioned Linda, shaking. Dean grabbed Linda's wrist and lead her upstairs.
