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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...

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...

Meg was standing in front of a modern looking building. She pressed the intercom successivo to the door.
“Yes?” a female voice answered and Meg recognized it.
“Good evening, …ma’am” Meg said. Politeness was something new to her. “We met this afternoon, outside the temp job office. te detto te might have work for me”
A short silence followed.
“Of course” the woman detto slowly. “Why don’t te come in? Just up the stairs” The woman hung up and a buzzing sound was heard. Meg pushed the door open and walked up the white stairs which was right in front of her.
Upstairs the woman...

It was close to midnight and Zoey had buried Daphne’s body in the garden. She hadn’t meant to shoot Dean Winchester, but if he was dead, all the better for her. The less people that were in her and Cas’ way, the better.
Of course it would take Cas some time to forgive her, but their Amore would survive it. She hadn’t want to kill her sister, either, but there simply was no other way. Zoey was certain that wherever Daphne was now, she would understand. Daphne was at piece. She was with Martin, the most important person in her life.
And Zoey would be with Cas and then they would raise...

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...

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...

Cas and Alexia arrived at a townhouse. The mailbox detto ‘Mr. and Mrs. Moore’ Cas frowned. “Are te sure this is where te live?”
“Of course” Alexia laughed. “I know where I live” She walked to the front door, but she didn’t have to ring o knock. The door was already opened and Gerard came outside.
“Hi, kiddo” he detto and he lifted Alexia in his arms. He looked at Cas, not very pleased. “Thanks for bringing her back”
“Why wouldn’t I bring her back?” Cas wondered.
Gerard shrugged as he walked in Cas’ directions. “I don’t know” he said. “All I know is that...

I remember the smell as I walked into the sick room, we call it that, but it’s più correctly a war casualties room, it fondere, c'era un odore like cauterized flesh, and feces, no matter how hard we scrubbed it, it still withheld the scent, poor Judy had stay in there, she was the one that had to tend the wounded, but she did it brilliantly, she was the type of women that would make te glad that te were hurt, just so te could lie there and stare at her the whole time, she had waist length honey colored hair, that she pulled up into a bun, her waist was slim, and the rest of her was equally petit, she is...