Cas kicked the door of Meg’s motel room open. On his way he had tried to call her, but she wouldn’t answer her phone and at first sight she wasn’t here either.
“Meg!” Cas called. He received no response, so he checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. Cas glanced at the clock. 10:03 pm. She would probably be on her way to her first customer, whoever that was. He needed an address. He walked to the table, hoping there would be a little note on it. But other than a dirty cup of coffee and a coffee stain, the tavolo was empty. He walked to the dresser and opened all drawers. He searched and threw the content on the floor. Again nothing. He walked to the cupboard in the living room, opened it and looked.
When after looking through all closets, cupboard and drawers he still hadn’t find any clue on Meg’s whereabouts Cas looked up at the ceiling.
“Anna! I know te can hear me! I need your help!” he yelled frustrated.
“What?” Anna asked short and Cas turned around.
“I’m looking for Meg. te have to help me find her” he detto agitated.
“No” Anna refused. And before Cas could require an explanation, she gave one herself. “I know what Meg is up to. te realize she’s going to have sex, right? She’s not on a suicide mission. Stop being so jealous”
“But…” Cas began to object.
“I have to go” Anna cut him off. “I don’t have time to deal with your human issues” She vanished and left Cas defeated.
Then he heard a sound and he turned in the direction of the sound. The garbage bin had capsized. Cas sighed and walked to it. He bent through his knees and picked up the garbage. There were lots of wrappers in it. Apparently Meg loved chocolate. He threw the wrappers back in the bin, when he noticed something matt between the shiny material. He took a closer look at it and pulled the green paper from between the wrapper. He examined it, his eyes grew big and he scribbled up. Leaving the garbage for what it was he stormed out of the motel room.
“Meg!” Cas called. He received no response, so he checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. Cas glanced at the clock. 10:03 pm. She would probably be on her way to her first customer, whoever that was. He needed an address. He walked to the table, hoping there would be a little note on it. But other than a dirty cup of coffee and a coffee stain, the tavolo was empty. He walked to the dresser and opened all drawers. He searched and threw the content on the floor. Again nothing. He walked to the cupboard in the living room, opened it and looked.
When after looking through all closets, cupboard and drawers he still hadn’t find any clue on Meg’s whereabouts Cas looked up at the ceiling.
“Anna! I know te can hear me! I need your help!” he yelled frustrated.
“What?” Anna asked short and Cas turned around.
“I’m looking for Meg. te have to help me find her” he detto agitated.
“No” Anna refused. And before Cas could require an explanation, she gave one herself. “I know what Meg is up to. te realize she’s going to have sex, right? She’s not on a suicide mission. Stop being so jealous”
“But…” Cas began to object.
“I have to go” Anna cut him off. “I don’t have time to deal with your human issues” She vanished and left Cas defeated.
Then he heard a sound and he turned in the direction of the sound. The garbage bin had capsized. Cas sighed and walked to it. He bent through his knees and picked up the garbage. There were lots of wrappers in it. Apparently Meg loved chocolate. He threw the wrappers back in the bin, when he noticed something matt between the shiny material. He took a closer look at it and pulled the green paper from between the wrapper. He examined it, his eyes grew big and he scribbled up. Leaving the garbage for what it was he stormed out of the motel room.
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are te doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and te look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commentato sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are te doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and te look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commentato sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
The successivo morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of letto and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, mostrare her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. te have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of letto and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, mostrare her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. te have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”