Meg opened the door of her motel room to let Cas in. Cas widened his eyes. “Did te paint your hair?” he asked, glaring at the blonde wisps on Meg’s head.
“No, I woke up like this” Meg replied sarcastically. “The correct term is ‘dye’, da the way” She walked back into the motel and Cas followed her.
“I like it. It’s shorter, but I like it” Cas detto and he reached for Meg’s hair, but she pulled away.
“So, eh, why are te here? I thought you’d moved back in with Dean and Sam” Meg asked casual, while she consciously tried to avoid looking at Cas. “You two lovebirds broke up already?”
“Dean’s not my boyfriend” Cas answered.
“Okay” Meg scoffed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call te and tell te where I was” Cas detto in an apologizing way. “But I was really ill and I couldn’t tell you. I was asleep for a week, but Anna detto she read you. Are te okay?”
“I’m fine” Meg mumbled.
“Dean detto he called you” Cas detto careful. “I had hoped you’d come and see how I was doing”
“Eh, yeah, sorry” Meg answered uncaring. “I was busy. I have a job. I’m actually working tonight”
“That’s…really good” Cas commentato and he tried to sound happy for her. Dean was right, Meg didn’t care. “What kind of work?”
Meg poured herself a cup of coffee and drank from it before she answered. “As a call girl” If that confession was supposed to shock Cas, then Meg had completely failed in her purpose; Cas didn’t even blink.
“What’s a call girl?” he asked serious.
Now Meg was conflicted. If she told him the truth he’d leave her alone. But she didn’t really want him to know she was sleeping around with other men for money.
“A call girl is someone who helps people with relationship problems, over the phone” she made up.
“That sounds like a noble cause” Cas replied.
“I guess” Meg said.
“We’re leaving soon. You’re not coming with us, are you?” Cas asked sad. Meg shook her head. Cas walked to her. “I’ll stay if te want me to”
Meg looked away. “Why would I want that?” she asked difficult. Cas was invading her personal space. She tried to get away, but Cas placed his hands on the dresser, so Meg was trapped. He bowed his head and kissed her.
Meg put her hands on his chest, but if she tried to push him away, she didn’t put much effort to it. Cas pulled away. “Consider this goodbye” he detto soft. He took a few steps back and Meg tried to breath normally, while her cuore was pounding in her chest. “I’ll call te when we’re settled. Good luck on your job”
He walked to the door and Meg watched him leave.
“No, I woke up like this” Meg replied sarcastically. “The correct term is ‘dye’, da the way” She walked back into the motel and Cas followed her.
“I like it. It’s shorter, but I like it” Cas detto and he reached for Meg’s hair, but she pulled away.
“So, eh, why are te here? I thought you’d moved back in with Dean and Sam” Meg asked casual, while she consciously tried to avoid looking at Cas. “You two lovebirds broke up already?”
“Dean’s not my boyfriend” Cas answered.
“Okay” Meg scoffed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call te and tell te where I was” Cas detto in an apologizing way. “But I was really ill and I couldn’t tell you. I was asleep for a week, but Anna detto she read you. Are te okay?”
“I’m fine” Meg mumbled.
“Dean detto he called you” Cas detto careful. “I had hoped you’d come and see how I was doing”
“Eh, yeah, sorry” Meg answered uncaring. “I was busy. I have a job. I’m actually working tonight”
“That’s…really good” Cas commentato and he tried to sound happy for her. Dean was right, Meg didn’t care. “What kind of work?”
Meg poured herself a cup of coffee and drank from it before she answered. “As a call girl” If that confession was supposed to shock Cas, then Meg had completely failed in her purpose; Cas didn’t even blink.
“What’s a call girl?” he asked serious.
Now Meg was conflicted. If she told him the truth he’d leave her alone. But she didn’t really want him to know she was sleeping around with other men for money.
“A call girl is someone who helps people with relationship problems, over the phone” she made up.
“That sounds like a noble cause” Cas replied.
“I guess” Meg said.
“We’re leaving soon. You’re not coming with us, are you?” Cas asked sad. Meg shook her head. Cas walked to her. “I’ll stay if te want me to”
Meg looked away. “Why would I want that?” she asked difficult. Cas was invading her personal space. She tried to get away, but Cas placed his hands on the dresser, so Meg was trapped. He bowed his head and kissed her.
Meg put her hands on his chest, but if she tried to push him away, she didn’t put much effort to it. Cas pulled away. “Consider this goodbye” he detto soft. He took a few steps back and Meg tried to breath normally, while her cuore was pounding in her chest. “I’ll call te when we’re settled. Good luck on your job”
He walked to the door and Meg watched him leave.
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”
