“I’m telling you. It was the most freaky thing I’ve ever seen and that’s saying something”
Dean and Sam were in the cafeteria of the hospital. Dean had just told Sam about what happened the anterior night.
“And what did he say?” Sam asked.
“I have no idea. It wasn’t English and it wasn’t Latin, either” Dean shook his head. He picked up the news paper and browsed through the pages.
“There’s nothing in it about Cas” Sam told Dean and Dean put the paper down. “I think they’re trying to keep it quiet until they know everything, so they can publicar the entire story at once”
“They wouldn’t believe the entire story if they ever found out” Dean said dark. “Something is having a hold on Cas”
“You think he’s being possessed again?” Sam suggested.
“Maybe Meg was wrong. Maybe killing Cas wasn’t the right thing to do. Maybe Lucifer is still inside him” Dean reasoned. “All I know is that when Cas said those words it wasn’t really him. It was something else”
Somewhere, in a townhouse, the woman with castanha brown hair was sitting at a table, having some kind of earphones in her ears, while typing out every word Sam an Dean were saying to each other.
Dean and Sam were in the cafeteria of the hospital. Dean had just told Sam about what happened the anterior night.
“And what did he say?” Sam asked.
“I have no idea. It wasn’t English and it wasn’t Latin, either” Dean shook his head. He picked up the news paper and browsed through the pages.
“There’s nothing in it about Cas” Sam told Dean and Dean put the paper down. “I think they’re trying to keep it quiet until they know everything, so they can publicar the entire story at once”
“They wouldn’t believe the entire story if they ever found out” Dean said dark. “Something is having a hold on Cas”
“You think he’s being possessed again?” Sam suggested.
“Maybe Meg was wrong. Maybe killing Cas wasn’t the right thing to do. Maybe Lucifer is still inside him” Dean reasoned. “All I know is that when Cas said those words it wasn’t really him. It was something else”
Somewhere, in a townhouse, the woman with castanha brown hair was sitting at a table, having some kind of earphones in her ears, while typing out every word Sam an Dean were saying to each other.
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat seguinte to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.