The severed heart lay on the bench still throbbing and bleeding. Before Sam’s horrified eyes, it began to grow. Lifting itself upright, the quivering muscle continued to swell until the unnaturally engorged organ towered over him. Deep in the right ventricle a bloody gash appeared, bubbling and gurgling as it widened and curled into an oozing parody of a smirk. Then a mitral valve . . . winked.
The heart chuckled. “Be my Valentine?”
“GAAARRGGH!” Sam awoke, gasping for air.
“Wha’ up?” Dean murmured sleepily.
“Nothing. Just a dream.”
“Clowns or midgets?”
Dean grunted. “You’re too sensitive.”