Dean's first thought on seeing the stranger was that she was a lost hiker, though what she was doing tromping around the woods wearing a dress so tattered and worn it barely covered the essentials, and no shoes, he had no idea.
Then he looked into her face and his blood went cold.
Her wide cornflower blue eyes were what gave the game away. Batshit crazy didn't even begin to cover it.
Dean jumped up, fight or flight kicking in hard.
Geelie smiled. When she spoke, her voice was soft and lisping. "Is this where you try and kill me?"