{from deadly}
"Baby?" Dean choked out.
Marilyn turned, smiling at him. "Hi, Dean."
He stepped toward her. "What are you doing here?"
She ignored his question, instead saying, "You need to let me go. You and Sam."
"No, I-"
Dean stepped toward her, ready to embrace the ghost of his dead love. Before he could lean down to wrap his arms around her, a shot went off, and she was gone.
Again.
