Diana dug her fingernails into her temples for a second. She didn't feel like she was on the edge of regressing, which was good. But she was on the edge of something. And all the sharp angles and points that had been dulled by her high were back again.
Well, it had bee nice while it lasted.
With a deep breath, she turned around to face him again. "My name is Diana Abel," she said. "And you're Sam Winchester and you're not supposed to be here."
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Diana dug her fingernails into her temples for a second. She didn't feel like she was on the edge of regressing, which was good. But she was on the edge of something. And all the sharp angles and points that had been dulled by her high were back again.
Well, it had bee nice while it lasted.
With a deep breath, she turned around to face him again. "My name is Diana Abel," she said. "And you're Sam Winchester and you're not supposed to be here."