Dean parked the Impala in front of the motel Meg was staying. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, turning to Cas.
Cas nodded. “Thank you” he said hoarse. “For not telling Sam” Dean didn’t comment, but loosened his assento cinto, correia and got out of the car. He walked around it, when Cas stepped out too.
“No, wait here” Dean said. “Let me go first”
“Why?”
“She’s not very happy with you, right now. I might have to use a little persuasion” Dean explained.
“What kind of persuasion?” Cas asked suspicious.
“Just trust me, alright?” Dean replied. “I promise I won’t call her any names” He turned around and walked to the motel.
After knocking six times the door finally went opened and Meg appeared in a white dressing gown. “Are you kidding me? It’s after midnight. What the hell did I do now?” she complained.
“Nothing yet” Dean quickly answered.
“Then why are you here?” Meg asked short. “Did Cas send you to spy on me?”
“Cas doesn’t have to send me. He came here himself” Dean replied and he stepped aside, so Meg could see Cas leaning against the car.
“Are you now going to help him stalk me?” Meg asked with raised eyebrows.
“No, he needs your support” Dean explained. “I don’t like it either, but he wanted me to take him to you, so I did”
“You could’ve saved yourself the trouble” Meg said careless. “I’ve got my own problems” She started to turn around when Dean grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around again.
Cas looked up, alarmed.
“I really couldn’t give a rat’s bunda about your humanity issues” Dean snapped angry. “The way I see it you’re still a murderer. You just went from demon slut to regular slut”
“Well, that’s one way to win me over” Meg commented sarcastically.
“But that’s not how Cas sees you. He thinks there’s something good in you and I’d hate for him to be disappointed” Dean continued quickly. He took a deep breath. Cas had begged him not to tell anyone, but he had no other choice.
Cas saw how Meg looked in his direction and her expression told him she knew. He quickly averted his head.
Dean walked back to the car.
“It’s in the pocket, dude” he said.
“Thanks, Dean” Cas replied.
“Yeah” Dean said. “You better go now and get to sleep. I’m picking you up as soon as the sun’s up. See if we can get that whole shooting a gun thing started”
Cas took of his trench casaco and reached it to Dean. “Can you get rid of it? Bury it or burn it, I don’t care. I don’t want to see it anymore” Dean accepted the casaco and got in his car. He drove away as Cas walked up to Meg’s motel and entered.
Cas nodded. “Thank you” he said hoarse. “For not telling Sam” Dean didn’t comment, but loosened his assento cinto, correia and got out of the car. He walked around it, when Cas stepped out too.
“No, wait here” Dean said. “Let me go first”
“Why?”
“She’s not very happy with you, right now. I might have to use a little persuasion” Dean explained.
“What kind of persuasion?” Cas asked suspicious.
“Just trust me, alright?” Dean replied. “I promise I won’t call her any names” He turned around and walked to the motel.
After knocking six times the door finally went opened and Meg appeared in a white dressing gown. “Are you kidding me? It’s after midnight. What the hell did I do now?” she complained.
“Nothing yet” Dean quickly answered.
“Then why are you here?” Meg asked short. “Did Cas send you to spy on me?”
“Cas doesn’t have to send me. He came here himself” Dean replied and he stepped aside, so Meg could see Cas leaning against the car.
“Are you now going to help him stalk me?” Meg asked with raised eyebrows.
“No, he needs your support” Dean explained. “I don’t like it either, but he wanted me to take him to you, so I did”
“You could’ve saved yourself the trouble” Meg said careless. “I’ve got my own problems” She started to turn around when Dean grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around again.
Cas looked up, alarmed.
“I really couldn’t give a rat’s bunda about your humanity issues” Dean snapped angry. “The way I see it you’re still a murderer. You just went from demon slut to regular slut”
“Well, that’s one way to win me over” Meg commented sarcastically.
“But that’s not how Cas sees you. He thinks there’s something good in you and I’d hate for him to be disappointed” Dean continued quickly. He took a deep breath. Cas had begged him not to tell anyone, but he had no other choice.
Cas saw how Meg looked in his direction and her expression told him she knew. He quickly averted his head.
Dean walked back to the car.
“It’s in the pocket, dude” he said.
“Thanks, Dean” Cas replied.
“Yeah” Dean said. “You better go now and get to sleep. I’m picking you up as soon as the sun’s up. See if we can get that whole shooting a gun thing started”
Cas took of his trench casaco and reached it to Dean. “Can you get rid of it? Bury it or burn it, I don’t care. I don’t want to see it anymore” Dean accepted the casaco and got in his car. He drove away as Cas walked up to Meg’s motel and entered.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five ano old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of castelo Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five ano old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of castelo Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.
