The motel.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room seguinte door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have said she hadn’t seen her husband, it was mais likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape a little and screamed for help, hoping someone would hear her.
“Did you hear that?” Sam asked Dean, who nodded. They ran outside and followed the screams. “It’s coming from here” Sam concluded.
Dean banged the door. “Are you okay in there?”
“I’m alright, just get me out of here!” Claire shouted.
“Okay, hang on” Dean yelled. The door was locked and so he lifted his foot and kicked the door open. He walked to Claire and noticed her hands. Then he went looking for something to cut the quick-release straps, while Sam tried to comfort her.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked soft.
“Meg” Claire sobbed. “She wants to use me as leverage to get her boyfriend back”
Dean came back with a wire tesouras and cut through the straps. Claire pulled her arms forward.
“You should take care of that” Sam pointed at her wounded wrists. Claire shrugged.
“Do you know where Meg is now?” Dean asked sharp.
“Probably negotiating with my mom” Claire replied. “I don’t know when she’ll be back”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let her anywhere near you” Sam promised. He looked at Dean, who got the message.
“Hey, why don’t you go with Sam, then I’ll wait for Meg” he suggested.
Claire looked reluctantly from Dean to Sam. Could she trust them? Sam knew what she was thinking. “Look, we just freed you. We could’ve just let you sit tight. You’re going to have to trust us” he reasoned.
Still a little reluctant Claire followed Sam outside, while Dean sat down on the chair, waiting for Meg.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room seguinte door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have said she hadn’t seen her husband, it was mais likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape a little and screamed for help, hoping someone would hear her.
“Did you hear that?” Sam asked Dean, who nodded. They ran outside and followed the screams. “It’s coming from here” Sam concluded.
Dean banged the door. “Are you okay in there?”
“I’m alright, just get me out of here!” Claire shouted.
“Okay, hang on” Dean yelled. The door was locked and so he lifted his foot and kicked the door open. He walked to Claire and noticed her hands. Then he went looking for something to cut the quick-release straps, while Sam tried to comfort her.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked soft.
“Meg” Claire sobbed. “She wants to use me as leverage to get her boyfriend back”
Dean came back with a wire tesouras and cut through the straps. Claire pulled her arms forward.
“You should take care of that” Sam pointed at her wounded wrists. Claire shrugged.
“Do you know where Meg is now?” Dean asked sharp.
“Probably negotiating with my mom” Claire replied. “I don’t know when she’ll be back”
“Don’t worry, we won’t let her anywhere near you” Sam promised. He looked at Dean, who got the message.
“Hey, why don’t you go with Sam, then I’ll wait for Meg” he suggested.
Claire looked reluctantly from Dean to Sam. Could she trust them? Sam knew what she was thinking. “Look, we just freed you. We could’ve just let you sit tight. You’re going to have to trust us” he reasoned.
Still a little reluctant Claire followed Sam outside, while Dean sat down on the chair, waiting for Meg.
In zijn nieuwe memoires vertelt de voormalige Backstreet Boys-zanger Nick Carter dat hij nog steeds moet leven met de gevolgen furgão, van zijn vroeger drugs- en alcoholgebruik. "Ik heb er een depressie aan overgehouden", getuigt hij. Voor Carter is het alweer zes jaar geleden sinds zijn laatste drugs- en drankuitspatting. In zijn nieuwste autobiografie "Facing the música and Living to Talk about It" beschrijft hij enxada hij op één nacht een dosis xtc, cocaïne en vodka, vodca achterover sloeg. In het Amerikaanse magazine Touch vertelt hij dat hij er spijt furgão, van heeft. "Dit had ik nooit moeten doen. Die drugs hebben iets kapot gemaakt in mijn hersenen, sindsdien heb ik last furgão, van depressie." De zanger laat ook weten dat hij achteraf gezien beter geen relatie had kunnen beginnen met Paris Hilton. "Toen ik met haar samen was, deden we niets anders als feesten." (Belga / Belga)
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica said demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. You had this coming. You broke in here, you threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting seguinte to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, mais to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, mais to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.