Dean hurried to the seemingly unconscious Cas and turned him over.
“Cas, hey, wake up” he softly said, with a desperate undertone. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. To Dean’s relief Cas opened his eyes with effort.
“Dean?” he whispered hoarse. “Is it over?” he asked, looking at the other two. Dean nodded, grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him up. He embraced Cas as if he was never letting go. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked shocked at Cas who cast him a big smile.
“Gotcha” he detto and he threw Dean against the wall.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed and ran towards his brother, but Meg only had eyes for Cas, who had jacked the demon knife.
“It’s not over” she detto defeated.
Lucifer walked towards the mirror and examined his face. “Don’t te think Cas’ pretty face is in disharmony with the rest of his body?” He turned to Meg. “I think it is. I think some facial decorations are in order”
He placed the coltello right under Cas’ left eye and drew a thin red line. Meg growled and ran towards him, but with a swing of his hand Lucifer threw her in the air and she landed successivo to Dean. Lucifer kept carving in Cas’ as if he was a rock that had to be worked.
Despite the burning pain in his side, Dean stood.
“Hey!” he yelled and Lucifer rotated his head to him. “You want to torture someone so badly? Take me”
“What?” Lucifer laughed.
“You heard me. Take me” Dean repeated provocative.
“You’re willing to sacrifice yourself to eternal agony? Wow, now that’s what I call love” Lucifer smirked and he turned to Meg. “You can learn a thing o two from this one, Meg”
“That’s not love. That’s guilt” Meg scoffed. “Dean has a lot to feel guilty for when it comes to Cas. Don’t you, Dean?”
Dean wanted to defend him, but Lucifer stopped him.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m having way too much fun being a pain in the culo for my little brother. And te know something about being a pain in the ass, don’t you, Dean?” he tormented the older Winchester. “You know what? I’ll be nice. I’ll leave te lot alone for an hour. Then I’ll come back to play again. I believe Cas won’t make it much longer, so make it count”
A bright white light radiated out of Cas and Cas dropped on the floor.
“Cas, hey, wake up” he softly said, with a desperate undertone. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. To Dean’s relief Cas opened his eyes with effort.
“Dean?” he whispered hoarse. “Is it over?” he asked, looking at the other two. Dean nodded, grabbed Cas’ hand and pulled him up. He embraced Cas as if he was never letting go. Then he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked shocked at Cas who cast him a big smile.
“Gotcha” he detto and he threw Dean against the wall.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed and ran towards his brother, but Meg only had eyes for Cas, who had jacked the demon knife.
“It’s not over” she detto defeated.
Lucifer walked towards the mirror and examined his face. “Don’t te think Cas’ pretty face is in disharmony with the rest of his body?” He turned to Meg. “I think it is. I think some facial decorations are in order”
He placed the coltello right under Cas’ left eye and drew a thin red line. Meg growled and ran towards him, but with a swing of his hand Lucifer threw her in the air and she landed successivo to Dean. Lucifer kept carving in Cas’ as if he was a rock that had to be worked.
Despite the burning pain in his side, Dean stood.
“Hey!” he yelled and Lucifer rotated his head to him. “You want to torture someone so badly? Take me”
“What?” Lucifer laughed.
“You heard me. Take me” Dean repeated provocative.
“You’re willing to sacrifice yourself to eternal agony? Wow, now that’s what I call love” Lucifer smirked and he turned to Meg. “You can learn a thing o two from this one, Meg”
“That’s not love. That’s guilt” Meg scoffed. “Dean has a lot to feel guilty for when it comes to Cas. Don’t you, Dean?”
Dean wanted to defend him, but Lucifer stopped him.
“You know what? It doesn’t matter. I’m having way too much fun being a pain in the culo for my little brother. And te know something about being a pain in the ass, don’t you, Dean?” he tormented the older Winchester. “You know what? I’ll be nice. I’ll leave te lot alone for an hour. Then I’ll come back to play again. I believe Cas won’t make it much longer, so make it count”
A bright white light radiated out of Cas and Cas dropped on the floor.
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.
“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.