Dean's Villa

Dean turned around to see his mother, Sarah, staring deeply into his eyes, her arms wrapped around her chest, and a smug look on her face as the icing on the cake.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, clearly irritated by her presence.

Sarah scoffed, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and said, "Wow! That was a quick thaw. Am I going to get more insults if she's still alive?"

A dark chuckle escaped his lips as he adjusted his sleeves. "Sarah, everyone in this house knows better than to toy with me or the things I love! So don't test me. I've...