Lisa tightened her hold on his hands and that was when she felt the roughness and one glance down at their linked fingers told her why. She could see the scars; what had Dean been doing before this moment, this oddly peaceful moment in the garden with her? Even as she knew in her heart her little world was about to fall apart, she couldn't stop pushing for the truth.
"What is it, Dean? What were trying to protect Ben and me from?" she asked softly. "Was it something like this? Like this magician?"