Cas examined the rectangle he had found on the floor of his cell. There had been a note on it. ‘A present from Meg. Use it when you need me’
A strange warmth filled Cas’ coração as he read the note over and over again as if it were a amor letter. Somewhere behind all that tough atuação Meg cared for him. He knew that now and when he got out he would find her and convince her to give him another chance. He wouldn’t be so needy anymore, he wouldn’t…chase her like a lost puppy.
“I’m starting to think someone wrote a novel on that small piece of paper” a British voice said.
Cas looked up and saw Crowley. “What are you doing here?” he asked amargo, amarga and shaking.
“In all honesty?” Crowley asked with raised eyebrows. “I’m just here to make fun of you. I won, you know. If you stay here, your life’s basically over. And if you leave I’ll have you executed. I never realized how useful women were until I met your pretty ex-wife”
“What?” Cas asked confused.
“I met a woman. She told me she was in amor with you, but you left her and now she wants revenge. She seemed a little sociopathic” Crowley said cheerful.
Cas swallowed, Crowley laughed.
“Now, there’s something to think about” Crowley said, before vanishing.