"I just got a vision of what happened," I breathed, my heart beating rapidly, "and it wasn't pretty."
Dean furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for me to explain further and not leave him hanging.
"They didn't tell us..." I said quietly, feeling my heart clench.
"Tell us what?" Dean asked me, now alert.
"Mom..." I trailed off, clenching my fist as my heartbeat fastened, "mom was abused..."
A look of pain crossed Dean's face as he looked down at the glass shard then back up at me, a deep frown on his face.
"Did that piece of glass have anything to do with it?" Dean asked hesitantly, not liking where this is going.
"Yes..." I said, glancing at the glass piece.
"WHY ARE YOU LATE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TWENTY MINUTES AGO SO YOU COULD CLEAN THE KITCHEN AND COOK DINNER!"
I blinked, sha
