"You know what this means, right? This means that there's still something there. You still love each other." Dean couldn't cover his head, his arms were glued to the wall by the married witches' powers.
Don Stark had added the bees after his wife had frozen Dean's body to the doorframe. "Nice touch, Don," she had cooed.
Every buzz made Dean flinch. The witches ignored him, too involved in each other to notice. "He's right, you know, Maggie. I could never hurt you." Don lovingly brushed the hair from her eyes.
Dean tried to blow the bees from his face.
