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“Dean, wait!” Cas called agitated. “It’s not what te think. I can explain it”
Dean widened his eyes. “I’m waiting” he commentato trembling.
“He detto he was going to take me to prison” Cas started, shaking himself. “But I know he can’t do that. He has to follow strict orders from his superiors. So…I knew he was going to take me somewhere else and probably waste me…I had no choice, it was him o me…Dean, te have to believe me”
Dean relaxed. “Of course I believe you” he sighed and walked back to Cas. He took his hands and saw the cuffs had cut Cas’ wrists. “I’ll get the key”
While Dean searched for the key, the door went open and Meg appeared in the doorway.
“What are te doing here?” Cas snapped hostile.
“Sam told me what happened” Meg explained somewhat apologizing. “I wanted to see how te were doing”
“I’m okay” Cas detto sober.
“I can see that” Meg scoffed. “If you’re able to kill again”
“He didn’t have a choice!” Dean defended Cas while he removed the cuffs. “He threatened his life”
Meg wanted to respond, but Cas stopped her.
“Can we please not fight?” he begged and he looked up at Meg. “I appreciate your concern, but I want te to leave now. It was never my intention to lead te on, but I can no longer deny my feelings for Dean and neither can he. If te ever loved me, te will leave and never come back, so we can be happy together”
Meg fell short of words and air. She blinked and swallowed, determined not to mostra any emotion. She backed away, then turned around and left the room as fast as possible. Once outside she sunk down on the floor and allowed herself to cry like a baby. So this was what a broken cuore felt like.
After Daphne had called the locksmith her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number on the screen, but picked up anyway.
“Daphne Allen, speaking” she said.
“Good morning, Mrs. Allen” a female voice said. “I’m sorry to bother te this early. Is Mr. Allen around?”
“He’s right successivo to me” Daphne confirmed. “Shall I pass him onto you?”
“That would be very kind” the woman said. “Thank you, ma’am”
Daphne reached Cas the phone who stared at the object as if it was going to eat him.
“I don’t know…” he hesitated.
“Don’t worry, just do what I did” Daphne...
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“Why did te lie to me?” Cas asked Daphne, in front of all the guests. She gasped and swallowed. “I don’t what you’re talking about” she detto nervous.
Andy, one of Daphne and Zoey’s younger cousins, threw his arm around Cas’ shoulder. “Emmanuel, dude, we have to discuss a few things”
He pulled Cas along with him and a few guys of Andy’s age followed them.
“I asked Daphne a question. It was very impolite to take me away before she answered” Cas detto a little irritated.
“She did answer, alright? She detto she doesn’t know what you’re talking about” Andy replied....
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Several cars parked in front of the local snack bar. It was closing day, but there was light shining through the blinds and thus they walked to the entrance. They had all received an email with an invitation for a party, hosted da Castiel Novak.
After some hesitation a man opened the door and entered.
“Aaah, te came” Cas smiled as he turned around to face the crowd. The people looked around. There were drinks, appetizers, food. It really looked like a party, though they had no idea who this Castiel dude was nor why they were invited.
“Please, make yourselves at home” Cas detto casual...
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“Can te believe this?” Dean exclaimed furious. “That’s what? The third time he ha rubato, stola my baby? What is wrong with him?”
He and Sam were walking down the strada, via and while Dean kept ranting on about how Cas was abusing his car, Sam remained rather quiet.
“What’s up with you?” Dean asked when he paused his venting for a moment.
“You didn’t go into that basement” Sam detto dark.
“Why? What was there?” Dean demanded to know.
“Two men. Dead. One of them tortured and eaten da rats” Sam answered. “The other one stabbed to death”
Dean sighed and looked around to make...
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Meg had stayed behind in the hospital after Jo had advised her to get a checkup. She wasn’t injured like Cas, but she had still been in ice cold water and she had been in contact with electricity. So, a checkup wouldn’t hurt.
The doctor draw some blood.
“How long have te been feeling sick?” he asked.
“Since now, really” Meg answered in full honesty. “One moment I’m feeling fine, the successivo I’m running off to the bathroom, puking my guts out”
“Do te get stressed easy?” the doctor asked.
“No” Meg responded. “I don’t know. I’m not really familiar with emotions”...
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Evening fell and the gang was having dinner. They had agreed to stay in the motel. While Jo and Dean had had their private conversation, Sam and Cas had been looking for takeaway Chinese. It wasn’t what Dean would’ve chosen.
“This tastes weird” he complained.
“That’s because you’re only used to cheeseburgers” Cas detto dead serious. “You need to eat più different kinds of Cibo o you’ll burnout”
They all stared at him.
“I read that in a magazine” Cas said, while his cheeks turned red.
“Well, thanks, doc” Dean detto sarcastic. “I’ll try keep it in mind”
He swallowed...
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Daphne was baking pancakes, pancake for Alexia. She shot constant looks at the clock, causing the pancake to burn.
“Damn it” she cursed. She threw the pancake in the garbage can and poured in new dough.
“Aunty Daphne? Where’s mommy?” Alexia asked.
“I don’t know” Daphne detto nervous. Zoey had been gone all night and wouldn’t pick up her phone. Daphne wasn’t used to babysitting Alexia for that long and fact was that she wasn’t good at it. It was a good thing Alexia was very independent for her age.
The door opened and Daphne looked up. Zoey appeared in the doorway and she looked...
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“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many domande and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would domanda her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
He grabbed Daphne’s arm and dragged her to the sitting room. He pushed her down on the sede, sedile and tied her up. He looked around.
“Where do te keep your towels?” he asked. He needed something to cover her mouth. Daphne kept her mouth shut and the demon hit her. “Guess, I’ll have to go find them myself”
He walked through the house until he found the kitchen. He opened all drawers and found the towels. He picked out a dark blue one and walked back to the sitting room. He walked behind Daphne and tied the towel around her cheeks.
“Hey, I saw te made breakfast. te wouldn’t mind,...
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Daphne was sitting on her bed, staring at the front page of the newspaper. She had wanted to give Meg the benefit of the doubt, since she knew Cas had a thing for her. But if she was a murderer Daphne had to keep her away from him. And in order to do that…
But how was she going to accomplish that? The security system was very…secure. She looked down. Maybe her bandage could be of use. No, that would be crazy. Although.
She took of her hospital camicia and pinched her fingers underneath the bandage. Then she unrolled the bandage and cringed when she pulled off the last bit.
She heard a weird...
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The successivo morning.
Daphne’s upper body and arms were taped in with bandage, so she couldn’t sposta very well. She opened her eyes and when she saw her wrapped body her breath went faster and irregular. She tried to pull the bandages off, but they were too tight.
The door opened and Cas and Zoey ran towards her.
“No, don’t take it off, Daphne” Zoey said, as she grabbed Daphne’s hands.
“What happened? Why am I here?” she detto panicking. Zoey and Cas traded a quick glance. “You don’t remember?” Zoey asked. Daphne shook her head. “You cut yourself, all over your body” Zoey...
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As soon as Meg opened the door Cas came rushing in. Meg’s eyes widened and she shut the door. “Hello to you, too” she mumbled and she walked into the living room, where Cas was sitting on the couch. He was staring in front of him. Meg walked towards him and sat down.
“What are te doing here?”
Cas didn’t answer. He was trying to keep his breathing under control.
“What happened?” Meg asked. “Is Daphne still angry about me being there? I can go there and tell her what happened”
Cas still didn’t answer.
“I made her unhappy” he eventually said.
“How do te mean?” Meg...
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Dean and Jo were sitting in a restaurant. Jo had convinced Dean to go out so that he could take his mind of Cas and whatever it was that kept making him ill.
“You look pretty” Dean said, with a faint smile.
“I didn’t even change my outfit” Jo answered cynical.
Dean looked down and Jo recognized his expression.
“Are te texting?” she asked upset.
“What?” Dean detto quick. “No, no, I was…I was checking time…”
“why? te bored?” Jo asked offended.
“No!” Dean denied firm. “I just…I don’t want to leave Cas alone for too long. He’s sick and I’m afraid that...
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Cas was sitting up in his hospital bed. There was a bandage around his neck and his hands and feet were bandaged. Dean, Sam, Jo and Meg were sitting around the bed.
“This picture is starting to get too familiar” Cas detto grumpy. He lifted up his hand and tried to scratch his neck, but didn’t really succeed.
Meg took his hand and cast him an approaching look.
“What? It itches. te didn’t get stabbed da a piece of a mirror” Cas muttered.
“Don’t be such a baby” Meg reproached him.
“I almost died in that maze” Cas defended himself upset.
“So did I, but te don’t hear me complaining”...
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Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need te to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commentato offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Cas scribbled up and walked to the letto where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she detto soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the camicia over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the letto and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath....
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Sam held the door of the hospital open, while Cas carried the unconscious Dean inside. Before they could call for help an emergency doctor rushed to them and called for a stretcher. A male nurse rode a stretcher to them and Cas lay Dean down on it. As the doctor drove to the emergency room, she asked what happened.
“He’s been shot” Cas quickly answered.
“What’s his blood type?” the doctor needed to know. Sam answered and the doctor drove the stretcher into the emergency room. “Sorry, te have to wait outside” she detto as she closed the doors, leaving Sam and Cas outside.
Sam ran...
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The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me te were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could te get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless te do something. Personally, I don’t care if te killed that man o not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If te do the right thing, then I guarantee te Dean and I will never try to kill te again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do te want me to do?” she asked.