Snippet #2199900

Dean rose his brows slightly before he stood at seeing her turn and walk away as quickly as she came. Then he stood, and followed her, apparently she knew exactly who he was. She even hesitated at the right car -which meant he had to be doubly cautious.

"Do you need something?" He finally asked wondering what she wanted from him. Another thing he wondered was how she'd known who he was. He'd never met her before, so how the hell did she know his name? His car? Was she a stalker? He could only glare at her suspiciously.

And who was marked? What's with this secrecy? He was already wound tighter than piano wire and acknowledging her as well, I could throw my pocket knife at her, maybe some holy water in case she's a demon...