Kylie’s POV
My head feels sore as I pry my eyelids apart, then quickly shut them again against the bright light.
Groaning, I lift my hand to my forehead, knocking it hard against the shower door.
Did I pass out?
Opening my eyes again, this time slower, I turn my head to see the water still going behind me, the water flowing onto the bathroom floor from where I left the door open.
Shit!
Sitting up, I reach back to fumble with the shower knobs until the water stops, then lean back against the wall.
Look at this mess!
What will Dean think when he gets home?
Shaking my head, I gingerly stand, making sure I don’t lose consciousness again.
But I feel...okay.
The pain seems to have passed.
It even feels cooler in here.
Maybe from the cold water all around me.
Looking around the room
