Lia recognized Dean's voice before she recognized him, mostly because her head was absolutely pounding and her thoughts swimming in a muddled fashion. She couldn't get words to work, all she could do was cry uncontrollably, reaching out to grab Dean, throwing her arms around him as a feeling of some safety washed over her. Dean wasn't going to hurt her. He could help her. She was safe now, as safe as she could be.
In the back of her mind she heard his questions, but the last one is what got her. Who did it? She couldn't remember! Why couldn't she remember!
Finally she tried to make her tongue work, taking gasping breaths, her entire body quivering and fuck, her chest was killing her. Something had to be cracked and she winced with every inhale and exhale she managed.
"It hurts... my head. My chest... I think.. I just wanted a cigarette. I didn't think..." her words were rushed, rough, hard to manage but she took another breath, wincing visibly at the feeling.
"I don't know who it was, Dean," she cried out, looking at him in fear and terror. "But they tried.. they tried," she looked down at herself then, remembering the feeling of the person's breath on her skin, their tongue, hands as they groped her bear skin. She pulled herself into the tightest ball even if it hurt and pushed glass further into her arms.
"I feel so disgusting..." she whimpered, tears streaming down her face.