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Sam, Dean and Meg watched the cops take Cas away, who went with them willingly. Too willingly. As soon as the door shut behind them, Dean turned to Meg.
“You called the cops?” he exclaimed. “Have you lost your mind?”
“No” Meg shrugged. “Cas is a serial killer. He needs to be put behind bars. I made the right call, no pun intended”
Dean conjured his phone and dialed a number.
‘The number you’re trying to reach is currently unavailable’
“Damn it” Dean cursed.
“What?” Sam asked.
“I’m trying to reach that female inspector” Dean explained.
“Who? Inspector Roberts?” Meg guessed. “She’s dead. Cas shot her. I was supposed to do it, but I couldn’t”
“You couldn’t? Because Cas told me you didn’t hesitate to kill Heather” Dean snapped.
“That was different. I lost control. Cas was banging that slut” Meg defended herself.
“So you were jealous. Is that why you called the cops? Because that can be the only reasonable explanation as to why you would be so stupid to turn him in” Dean said angry.
“I don’t get it. Why is it such a bad thing that he’s locked up? He’s a killer” Meg said.
Dean turned to Sam for support, but he just pulled his shoulders.
“Prison is crowded with criminals. Thiefs, murderers, rapists” Dean continued passionately.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s called prison” Meg replied obvious. “Cas will fit right in”
Dean shook his head heavy. “No. He won’t last a day” He looked from Sam to Meg and back. “You two can spend your time gloating, but I’ll do what has to be done”
He turned around, grabbed the keys on his way to the door and walked out.
Right after Cas leaves Dean in Purgatory.
Hell.
Meg was hanging on a rack, cuts running over her entire body. A demon, assigned por Crowley, was curving and cutting in her naked skin. Her screams echoed in the entire Hell, while Crowley was watching.
“Mr. Crowley!”
Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes. “What?” he said short while turning around.
“I found an intruder” a demon said. He was holding Cas’ colarinho, colar and dragging him along. Cas looked up and saw Meg hanging, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.
“Well, what do we have here?” Crowley said soft.
“I want to make a deal”...
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Zoey was sitting at the cozinha mesa, tabela in Daphne’s house. After her appointment with the dentist Zoey had decided to have a coffee chat with her sister.
“How are you doing?” she asked casual.
“I’m doing fine, Z” Daphne answered.
“Are you still taking your medication?” Zoey asked insisting. Daphne frowned, annoyed. “For goodness sake, Daphne, it’s for you own good and ours. The doctor didn’t prescribe you these pills for nothing”
Daphne stood up angry. “I know what they are for” she snapped. She sighed. “I feel good, Zoey. Emmanuel is really good company. He makes...
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After Daphne had called the locksmith her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number on the screen, but picked up anyway.
“Daphne Allen, speaking” she said.
“Good morning, Mrs. Allen” a female voice said. “I’m sorry to bother you this early. Is Mr. Allen around?”
“He’s right seguinte to me” Daphne confirmed. “Shall I pass him onto you?”
“That would be very kind” the woman said. “Thank you, ma’am”
Daphne reached Cas the phone who stared at the object as if it was going to eat him.
“I don’t know…” he hesitated.
“Don’t worry, just do what I did” Daphne...
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“Why did you lie to me?” Cas asked Daphne, in front of all the guests. She gasped and swallowed. “I don’t what you’re talking about” she said nervous.
Andy, one of Daphne and Zoey’s younger cousins, threw his arm around Cas’ shoulder. “Emmanuel, dude, we have to discuss a few things”
He pulled Cas along with him and a few guys of Andy’s age followed them.
“I asked Daphne a question. It was very impolite to take me away before she answered” Cas said a little irritated.
“She did answer, alright? She said she doesn’t know what you’re talking about” Andy replied....
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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 por Castiel Novak.
After some hesitation a man opened the door and entered.
“Aaah, you 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 said casual...
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“Can you believe this?” Dean exclaimed furious. “That’s what? The third time he roubou my baby? What is wrong with him?”
He and Sam were walking down the rua and while Dean kept ranting on about how Cas was abusing his car, Sam remained rather quiet.
“What’s up with you?” Dean asked when he paused his venting for a moment.
“You didn’t go into that basement” Sam said dark.
“Why? What was there?” Dean demanded to know.
“Two men. Dead. One of them tortured and eaten por rats” Sam answered. “The other one stabbed to death”
Dean sighed and looked around to make...
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Meg had stayed behind in the hospital after Jo had advised her to get a checkup. She wasn’t injured like Cas, but she had still been in ice cold water and she had been in contact with electricity. So, a checkup wouldn’t hurt.
The doctor draw some blood.
“How long have you been feeling sick?” he asked.
“Since now, really” Meg answered in full honesty. “One moment I’m feeling fine, the seguinte I’m running off to the bathroom, puking my guts out”
“Do you get stressed easy?” the doctor asked.
“No” Meg responded. “I don’t know. I’m not really familiar with emotions”...
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Evening fell and the gang was having dinner. They had agreed to stay in the motel. While Jo and Dean had had their private conversation, Sam and Cas had been looking for takeaway Chinese. It wasn’t what Dean would’ve chosen.
“This tastes weird” he complained.
“That’s because you’re only used to cheeseburgers” Cas said dead serious. “You need to eat mais different kinds of comida or you’ll burnout”
They all stared at him.
“I read that in a magazine” Cas said, while his cheeks turned red.
“Well, thanks, doc” Dean said sarcastic. “I’ll try keep it in mind”
He swallowed...
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Daphne was baking panquecas for Alexia. She shot constant looks at the clock, causing the pancake to burn.
“Damn it” she cursed. She threw the pancake in the garbage can and poured in new dough.
“Aunty Daphne? Where’s mommy?” Alexia asked.
“I don’t know” Daphne said nervous. Zoey had been gone all night and wouldn’t pick up her phone. Daphne wasn’t used to babysitting Alexia for that long and fact was that she wasn’t good at it. It was a good thing Alexia was very independent for her age.
The door opened and Daphne looked up. Zoey appeared in the doorway and she looked...
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“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many perguntas and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would pergunta her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
He grabbed Daphne’s arm and dragged her to the sitting room. He pushed her down on the assento and tied her up. He looked around.
“Where do you keep your towels?” he asked. He needed something to cover her mouth. Daphne kept her mouth shut and the demon hit her. “Guess, I’ll have to go find them myself”
He walked through the house until he found the kitchen. He opened all drawers and found the towels. He picked out a dark blue one and walked back to the sitting room. He walked behind Daphne and tied the towel around her cheeks.
“Hey, I saw you made breakfast. You wouldn’t mind,...
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Daphne was sitting on her bed, staring at the front page of the newspaper. She had wanted to give Meg the benefit of the doubt, since she knew Cas had a thing for her. But if she was a murderer Daphne had to keep her away from him. And in order to do that…
But how was she going to accomplish that? The security system was very…secure. She looked down. Maybe her bandage could be of use. No, that would be crazy. Although.
She took of her hospital camisa and pinched her fingers underneath the bandage. Then she unrolled the bandage and cringed when she pulled off the last bit.
She heard a weird...
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The seguinte morning.
Daphne’s upper body and arms were taped in with bandage, so she couldn’t mover 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 said 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...
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As soon as Meg opened the door Cas came rushing in. Meg’s eyes widened and she shut the door. “Hello to you, too” she mumbled and she walked into the living room, where Cas was sitting on the couch. He was staring in front of him. Meg walked towards him and sat down.
“What are you doing here?”
Cas didn’t answer. He was trying to keep his breathing under control.
“What happened?” Meg asked. “Is Daphne still angry about me being there? I can go there and tell her what happened”
Cas still didn’t answer.
“I made her unhappy” he eventually said.
“How do you mean?” Meg...
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Dean and Jo were sitting in a restaurant. Jo had convinced Dean to go out so that he could take his mind of Cas and whatever it was that kept making him ill.
“You look pretty” Dean said, with a faint smile.
“I didn’t even change my outfit” Jo answered cynical.
Dean looked down and Jo recognized his expression.
“Are you texting?” she asked upset.
“What?” Dean said quick. “No, no, I was…I was checking time…”
“why? You bored?” Jo asked offended.
“No!” Dean denied firm. “I just…I don’t want to leave Cas alone for too long. He’s sick and I’m afraid that...
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Cas was sitting up in his hospital bed. There was a bandage around his neck and his hands and feet were bandaged. Dean, Sam, Jo and Meg were sitting around the bed.
“This picture is starting to get too familiar” Cas said grumpy. He lifted up his hand and tried to scratch his neck, but didn’t really succeed.
Meg took his hand and cast him an approaching look.
“What? It itches. You didn’t get stabbed por a piece of a mirror” Cas muttered.
“Don’t be such a baby” Meg reproached him.
“I almost died in that maze” Cas defended himself upset.
“So did I, but you don’t hear me complaining”...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need you to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commented offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Cas scribbled up and walked to the cama where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she said soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the camisa over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the cama and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath....
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