Amelia lifted up her camisa and checked the blood on her side.
“Did I do that?” Jimmy frowned horrified. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s Castiel. He’s making me do these things”
Amelia nodded tired. “Yeah, I know” she replied short. “I’ll put a bandage on it”
“I’ll help you” Jimmy quickly said and he supported his wife on her way to the bathroom.
Claire jumped out of the sofá and hurried to the cupboard where she grabbed her mom’s car keys. If Castiel really was still in her father’s body, they were going to need help to get him out. She walked to the front door and ran to her mom’s car. She was lucky. Dean’s Impala was still parked. They were probably wondering what to do.
Amelia took of her camisa and looked at the wound again.
“It’s just a scratch” Jimmy said apologizing and he cleaned the blood. Amelia cringed from pain and he was overwhelmed with guilt. “I’m really sorry”
“You need to do something about Castiel. You can’t let him control you, control us” Amelia replied.
“You’re right” Jimmy admitted. “It’s not fair to you or Claire” He wrapped the bandage around her side and then reached her a clean shirt.
“We should all sit around the mesa, tabela and think about an acceptable solution” Amelia continued, mais to herself than to Jimmy.
Once downstairs Amelia headed to the living room to collect Claire. But the living room was empty. “Claire?” she called, but there was no response. “Claire!” she yelled and she ran back upstairs, to check the rooms.
“What’s going on? Where’s Claire?” Jimmy wanted to know when Amelia ran off the stairs again.
“I don’t know. I can’t find her” she replied agitated. “Claire!”
“Sweetie, do you still keep your keys on the closet?” Jimmy asked softly, while looking at the closet. Amelia nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“Because they’re gone” Jimmy continued.
“Did I do that?” Jimmy frowned horrified. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s Castiel. He’s making me do these things”
Amelia nodded tired. “Yeah, I know” she replied short. “I’ll put a bandage on it”
“I’ll help you” Jimmy quickly said and he supported his wife on her way to the bathroom.
Claire jumped out of the sofá and hurried to the cupboard where she grabbed her mom’s car keys. If Castiel really was still in her father’s body, they were going to need help to get him out. She walked to the front door and ran to her mom’s car. She was lucky. Dean’s Impala was still parked. They were probably wondering what to do.
Amelia took of her camisa and looked at the wound again.
“It’s just a scratch” Jimmy said apologizing and he cleaned the blood. Amelia cringed from pain and he was overwhelmed with guilt. “I’m really sorry”
“You need to do something about Castiel. You can’t let him control you, control us” Amelia replied.
“You’re right” Jimmy admitted. “It’s not fair to you or Claire” He wrapped the bandage around her side and then reached her a clean shirt.
“We should all sit around the mesa, tabela and think about an acceptable solution” Amelia continued, mais to herself than to Jimmy.
Once downstairs Amelia headed to the living room to collect Claire. But the living room was empty. “Claire?” she called, but there was no response. “Claire!” she yelled and she ran back upstairs, to check the rooms.
“What’s going on? Where’s Claire?” Jimmy wanted to know when Amelia ran off the stairs again.
“I don’t know. I can’t find her” she replied agitated. “Claire!”
“Sweetie, do you still keep your keys on the closet?” Jimmy asked softly, while looking at the closet. Amelia nodded. “Yeah, why?”
“Because they’re gone” Jimmy continued.
