She shoves at him, and in his confusion Dean goes, but with his fingers wrapped around her wrist to tug her with him. "I'm not going anywhere without you," he says, and he doesn't know what the fuck is going on, but the fear in her eyes is enough to tell him it's serious.

"Faye, slow down." Even as he tries to pull them away from the marbles - it must be them, they don't belong here, what the hell do they mean - he thumbs at her lip, trying to smooth the imprint of her teeth away. "What's happening?"