Supernatural

“Put your clothes on” Dean said.
“Why? What are we going to do?” Cas asked suspicious.
“You shouldn’t spend your last giorno of freedom in a hospital room” Dean explained. He conjured his keys and waved them. “Let’s go for a ride”
“Now we’re talking” Cas smiled and he put on his clothes.
Five minuti later they were outside, with the Impala. Cas walked to the passenger seat.
“Hey, Cas” Dean called and Cas looked up. “Catch” Dean detto and he tossed the keys at Cas. Cas caught them with one hand and walked around the car. He got in and so did Dean, but before the latter...

For a few secondi Dean stared at Sam and Sam stared back, so neither of them saw how Cas was enjoying this. Dean turned around quickly and ran outside. Sam followed him and saw him leaning against the Impala.
“Would te mind explaining what that was?” Sam asked, still a little shocked.
“Actually, I do mind” Dean snapped in response.
“So, what, te have feelings for Cas?” Sam asked confused.
“What? No!” Dean replied defensive. “I don’t know”
Meg walked past Cas to the telephone.
“Meg, it’s not what te think” Cas tried to talk himself out of it. “It’s Dean. He kissed...

Sam knocked on Meg’s bedroom door and opened it slowly. Meg was sitting on the letto in Indian style, a blue bag of M&M’s in her lap.
“Can I come in?” Sam asked careful. Meg shrugged and Sam closed the door. “That was…pretty intense”
Meg swallowed a handful of colored caramelle in response.
“I wouldn’t take it personal” Sam continued as he sat on the bed. “I think he’s freaking out, because we found out he has his powers back. Dean’s with him now. If there’s anyone who can talk some sense into Cas, it’s my big brother”
“Thank you, that makes me feel a lot better”...

“This is ridiculous” Cas detto snarky.
“Really? Then why do te keep standing there?” Dean asked.
“Because there’s fuoco around me” Cas exclaimed frustrated.
“If you’re not an angel, te can just step out of the circle” Sam replied simple. “Just be a man, Cas, and step out of the circle”
Cas turned to Meg, who looked back fierce. “You’re going to be sorry for this” he hissed.
“Maybe te can add my name on that stupid list” Meg snapped back.
“And maybe te can crawl back into the hole te came from, te mentally challenged slut!” Cas yelled and his eyes glowed...

Meg sat successivo to Cas while he was driving Isabel’s car, though she didn’t know that.
“How did te get in my room?” she asked slightly nervous.
“What do te mean?” Cas asked distracted.
“You appeared out of nowhere. I want to know how te did it” Meg insisted.
“Anna helped me” Cas shrugged, hoping that would explain it all to his partner in crime. However, it didn’t.
“Anna?” she frowned. “No. No, Anna wouldn’t have left te alone with me. She’s been tracking te down since te left Sam and Dean to go on a murder spree”
Cas cast her a furious glance and for a moment...

The door to the bathroom opened and Cas walked outside. He carried the girl over his shoulder, like a pig he just shot. He dropped her on the bar, causing the plates with Cibo and drinks to fall on the floor.
“Dinner’s up!” he shouted.
At first no one moved as they were too shocked da what just had happened. But then the silence was broken da a scream and people started running towards the exit.
Cas snapped his fingers and the doors locked themselves.
“I’m sure te all wonder what you’re doing here? Let me refresh your memory” he said. He snapped with his fingers again and darkness...

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...

Kevin and Alexia were lying asleep on the mattress Anna had provided them, when Cas entered the building. The two teenagers, both having a sixth sense, felt someone was staring down at them and so they opened their eyes.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you” Cas said, not sounding remorseful at all.
“Cas?” Kevin detto strange, squeezing his eyes to make sure it really was him. He stood and so did Alexia. They realized how they must’ve looked like, but it really wasn’t like that. “What are te doing here? No one comes here, except for Anna”
Cas nodded distract. “I’m not here to see...

While Cas put his clothes back on Meg wrapped the sheets around her and walked towards the door.
“Where te going?” Cas asked.
“Going to take a look in Heather’s wardrobe. I don’t like these clothes” Meg replied and she left the room. Cas took advantage of Meg’s absence to look around in the room. He lifted the mattress, opened the closets and threw all its content on the floor. He pulled the drawers open and threw them on the bed.
“Where is it, Heather? Where do te keep it?” Cas mumbled as he kept looking.
Meg opened the closet in Heather’s bedroom and checked her wardrobe....

Cas opened the buttons on Frederik’s shirt. He placed the sword against the right side of his chest.
“Let’s play a game” he whispered. “I’ll call it the pot calling the kettle black” He pierced the point of the sword into Frederik’s flesh and started forming a letter. “You thought I did something. I was found innocent. The so-called victim clearly stated I did not do what te accuse me off. And yet te believed I was guilty and so te took matters in own hands. te punished me for my crime” He put the letter on the cabinet and started a new letter. “And now I’ll punish...

Dean slowed down in a strada, via near the café. A few yards further a police furgone, van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do te got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...