Meg entered the cozinha and saw how Mrs. Jones was bleeding over her entire body. Cas was holding her arms and stared at her.
“Cas?” Meg asked careful, breaking Cas’ concentration. He let go of Mrs. Jones and turned his head to Meg.
“Are you sure you want to be here, right now, Meg?” he asked a little annoyed. “It’s about to get messy”
“Are you kidding?” Meg scoffed. “I was a demon for centuries. I amor messy”
Cas smiled an evil smile, one that Meg had never seen on his face before, and his eyes were cold as he looked back at Mrs. Jones.
“You know you’re going to die, right?” he asked in a serious tone as if he was a doctor who tells his patient they have cancer.
Mrs. Jones scarcely nodded as tears rolled over her eyes and cheeks.
“Is there anything you want to say before you die?” Cas asked softly, wiping away her tears.
Mrs. Jones blinked and swallowed, before she whispered: “Don’t kill me. I understand that what I did hurt you, but Jerrick needs me. I’m all he’s left. He’s just a boy. It’s not right to take his mother from him”
Cas was taken aback from that declaration of amor from mother to son.
“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you. I promise” Mrs. Jones insisted.
“I know you won’t” Cas replied and he conjured a pocket knife. “ ‘Cause I won’t let you” He forced Mrs. Jones to open her mouth and cut off her tongue. Mrs. Jones’ screaming filled the entire house and Jerrick wanted to go help his mom, but he was locked up in his room.
Cas stood and signed at Meg. “We’re done here. Let’s go”
“You’re letting her live?” Meg asked surprised.
“She’s right. I can’t kill a mother” Cas replied shrugging. “Now come on, let’s go” He walked to the front door and Meg closed it.
As soon as the door was shut Mrs. Jones felt her body heating up from the inside. Her skin turned red and blisters appeared again.
Cas had lied to her. He wasn’t going to let her live. The kind man who had saved her son from dying an untimely death was gone and all that was left of him was an unscrupulous monster.
“Cas?” Meg asked careful, breaking Cas’ concentration. He let go of Mrs. Jones and turned his head to Meg.
“Are you sure you want to be here, right now, Meg?” he asked a little annoyed. “It’s about to get messy”
“Are you kidding?” Meg scoffed. “I was a demon for centuries. I amor messy”
Cas smiled an evil smile, one that Meg had never seen on his face before, and his eyes were cold as he looked back at Mrs. Jones.
“You know you’re going to die, right?” he asked in a serious tone as if he was a doctor who tells his patient they have cancer.
Mrs. Jones scarcely nodded as tears rolled over her eyes and cheeks.
“Is there anything you want to say before you die?” Cas asked softly, wiping away her tears.
Mrs. Jones blinked and swallowed, before she whispered: “Don’t kill me. I understand that what I did hurt you, but Jerrick needs me. I’m all he’s left. He’s just a boy. It’s not right to take his mother from him”
Cas was taken aback from that declaration of amor from mother to son.
“I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you. I promise” Mrs. Jones insisted.
“I know you won’t” Cas replied and he conjured a pocket knife. “ ‘Cause I won’t let you” He forced Mrs. Jones to open her mouth and cut off her tongue. Mrs. Jones’ screaming filled the entire house and Jerrick wanted to go help his mom, but he was locked up in his room.
Cas stood and signed at Meg. “We’re done here. Let’s go”
“You’re letting her live?” Meg asked surprised.
“She’s right. I can’t kill a mother” Cas replied shrugging. “Now come on, let’s go” He walked to the front door and Meg closed it.
As soon as the door was shut Mrs. Jones felt her body heating up from the inside. Her skin turned red and blisters appeared again.
Cas had lied to her. He wasn’t going to let her live. The kind man who had saved her son from dying an untimely death was gone and all that was left of him was an unscrupulous monster.
Dierenvriend Leona Lewis is razend op de organisatoren furgão, van "Britain's Annual Grand National race", een prestigieuze paardenrace. De dieren worden er afschuwelijk behandeld, vindt de zangeres furgão, van "Bleeding Love".
Het evenement vond zaterdag plaats in Liverpool en zorgde onmiddellijk voor heel wat woede bij dierenrechtenactivisten. "Teveel dieren moesten achteraf worden afgemaakt omdat ze te zware verwondingen hadden opgelopen." Ondanks enkele ingrepen aan het parcours, zoals zachtere hagen, stierven twee paarden tijdens de voorbereidingen furgão, van het evenement. "F**k de Grand National. Misschien moeten we die kleine ***** die op die paarden rijden maar eens tegen de grond slaan. Wat een onzin", klonk het op Twitter. (Belga / ANA)
Het evenement vond zaterdag plaats in Liverpool en zorgde onmiddellijk voor heel wat woede bij dierenrechtenactivisten. "Teveel dieren moesten achteraf worden afgemaakt omdat ze te zware verwondingen hadden opgelopen." Ondanks enkele ingrepen aan het parcours, zoals zachtere hagen, stierven twee paarden tijdens de voorbereidingen furgão, van het evenement. "F**k de Grand National. Misschien moeten we die kleine ***** die op die paarden rijden maar eens tegen de grond slaan. Wat een onzin", klonk het op Twitter. (Belga / ANA)
Actrice Vanya Wellens, die Femke speelt in de één-soap 'Thuis', is zwanger. Over twee maanden verwachten zij en haar partner Jo Anthonissen hun tweede kindje. Het gezin is dolgelukkig met het goede nieuws.
De 33-jarige actrice is al 7 maanden zwanger maar wachtte om het nieuws bekend te maken tot ze haar bolle buik niet meer kon verstoppen. "De zwangerschap verloopt vlot en we zijn in de wolken met de komende gezinsuitbreiding", aldus de actrice. "We houden wel nog geheim of het een jongen of een meisje wordt." Anja heeft al een dochter furgão, van twee jaar oud, Zita. (Belga / Belga)
De 33-jarige actrice is al 7 maanden zwanger maar wachtte om het nieuws bekend te maken tot ze haar bolle buik niet meer kon verstoppen. "De zwangerschap verloopt vlot en we zijn in de wolken met de komende gezinsuitbreiding", aldus de actrice. "We houden wel nog geheim of het een jongen of een meisje wordt." Anja heeft al een dochter furgão, van twee jaar oud, Zita. (Belga / Belga)
