“What do you mean, he couldn’t?” Ellen asked upset.
“He said he tried to, but he failed. He said his powers don’t work” Sam explained.
“Why don’t they work? Where is he?” Ellen asked angry. “I’m going to kick his bunda until he heals my daughter”
She turned around and started walking.
“Ellen!”
She turned around. “What?” she snapped.
“I don’t think yelling at him will do much good” Sam warned.
“Then I’ll save that for plan B” Ellen said.
“What’s plan A?” Sam asked.
“Begging him” Ellen said. “On my knees if I have to” And she turned around.
Cas was sitting on the ground in one of the hospital hallways. He held his phone against his ear- he had been rather surprised he still had it- and was talking to someone.
“Hi…Meg” he said soft. “I’m sorry to bother you, but…I didn’t know who else to call. Dean’s dead, Jo’s dying and I can’t heal her. My friends are dying one por one and there’s nothing I can do to stop it” He stopped to wipe his nose and to take a deep breath. “I know I probably sound like a toddler crying for his mother, but I have no one else to turn to” He noticed Ellen coming his way, from the corner of his eye. “I have to go”
“Were you calling someone?” Ellen asked.
“Meg” Cas said, in an apologizing way, while he put his phone in his pocket. “I know why you’re here, but I can’t help you” he said as he scribbled up.
“Jo’s all I have left” Ellen said.
“That’s mais than I can say for myself” Cas commented.
“That’s not true. You still have Sam” Ellen said.
“You really think I can stay here after I got Dean killed?” Cas said.
“No one’s holding that against you” Ellen said.
“I don’t get it” Cas said. “My powers should work. They didn’t work with Dean, because I wasn’t fully recovered, but I’m fine now. Why can’t I heal Jo?”
“I’m not an expert, but I’m guessing Dean’s death has an influence on your powers. You’re upset and that’s normal” Ellen said.
“So you mean I just have to deal with Dean’s death and then I’ll be able to save Jo?” Cas asked sarcastically. “In that case…you’re screwed” He started walking, when Ellen grabbed his arm.
“Listen up, dick, I get you’re upset, but get this. Dean is dead and he’s not coming back. And sitting here, beating yourself up about it isn’t going to change anything. So get up, pull yourself together and do something” Ellen said furious.
“He said he tried to, but he failed. He said his powers don’t work” Sam explained.
“Why don’t they work? Where is he?” Ellen asked angry. “I’m going to kick his bunda until he heals my daughter”
She turned around and started walking.
“Ellen!”
She turned around. “What?” she snapped.
“I don’t think yelling at him will do much good” Sam warned.
“Then I’ll save that for plan B” Ellen said.
“What’s plan A?” Sam asked.
“Begging him” Ellen said. “On my knees if I have to” And she turned around.
Cas was sitting on the ground in one of the hospital hallways. He held his phone against his ear- he had been rather surprised he still had it- and was talking to someone.
“Hi…Meg” he said soft. “I’m sorry to bother you, but…I didn’t know who else to call. Dean’s dead, Jo’s dying and I can’t heal her. My friends are dying one por one and there’s nothing I can do to stop it” He stopped to wipe his nose and to take a deep breath. “I know I probably sound like a toddler crying for his mother, but I have no one else to turn to” He noticed Ellen coming his way, from the corner of his eye. “I have to go”
“Were you calling someone?” Ellen asked.
“Meg” Cas said, in an apologizing way, while he put his phone in his pocket. “I know why you’re here, but I can’t help you” he said as he scribbled up.
“Jo’s all I have left” Ellen said.
“That’s mais than I can say for myself” Cas commented.
“That’s not true. You still have Sam” Ellen said.
“You really think I can stay here after I got Dean killed?” Cas said.
“No one’s holding that against you” Ellen said.
“I don’t get it” Cas said. “My powers should work. They didn’t work with Dean, because I wasn’t fully recovered, but I’m fine now. Why can’t I heal Jo?”
“I’m not an expert, but I’m guessing Dean’s death has an influence on your powers. You’re upset and that’s normal” Ellen said.
“So you mean I just have to deal with Dean’s death and then I’ll be able to save Jo?” Cas asked sarcastically. “In that case…you’re screwed” He started walking, when Ellen grabbed his arm.
“Listen up, dick, I get you’re upset, but get this. Dean is dead and he’s not coming back. And sitting here, beating yourself up about it isn’t going to change anything. So get up, pull yourself together and do something” Ellen said furious.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good comida for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fãs of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fãs of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...