Thanos Kalamidas - Suprnatural

The box was warm. A low, pulsing heat. Like a fever. Sara hadn’t meant to touch it again. She’d spent three gruelling weeks playing a game of mental tug-of-war, telling herself she was done. But there it sat. 3:47 AM. The "Dead Zone." The cube glowed on her nightstand, a dying ember in the dark, whispering to her without making a sound. Her fingers reached out, acting on a reflex her brain hadn't authorised yet. Heat. It was always the heat.