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Ellen and Jo, who had been told the guys were back in Colorado, were staying in a different motel. They didn’t know where Dean, Sam and Cas exactly were.
Someone knocked and Ellen, who didn’t know how Zoey looked like or that she was on the loose, opened the door and looked straight into a gun.
“Where is Cas?” Zoey asked cold.
“You must be Zoey” Ellen concluded. She took a few steps back and Zoey came in.
“Where is Cas?” Zoey repeated her pergunta a little sharper.
“He’s not here” Ellen said. “You better put that gun down. You don’t really want to do this”
Zoey looked aside at Jo who just appeared. She aimed her weapon and fired.
Jo gasped and held her stomach. She fell on the floor, while her T-shirt colored red.
“Jo!” Ellen exclaimed. She wanted to run to her daughter, but Zoey aimed the gun at her again.
“Where is Cas?” she asked, accenting every word.
“I don’t know!” Ellen exclaimed furious and terrified.
“Well, I suggest you find out then” Zoey said heartless.
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“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the fogo out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let you go”
“He’ll kill you either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t amor me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he said hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If you really amor him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“Tell me you amor me” Zoey said furious.
“I could never amor you. You manipulating, lying, evil slut” Cas said bitter.
“Do you want me to pull out some mais organs?” Zoey threatened.
Cas’ eyes bulged and he heavily shook his head.
“No, please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” he begged with tears in his eyes.
Zoey didn’t listen and forced her arm inside Cas for the third time.
“Stop doing that! It really hurts!” Cas now cried. “I’m sorry that I don’t amor you”
Zoey’s hand searched its way up, causing Cas to throw up some mais blood.
“I think that’s your heart”...
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It was visiting hora in prison and a guard told Cas someone wanted to see him. Cas expected to see Dean or Sam, but when he entered the visitors room it was Zoey who waved at him discreetly.
The guard brought him to the mesa, tabela and then withdrew himself. Cas sat down.
“Hi, Emmanuel” Zoey said full of compassion. “I’m sorry. Castiel, right? Daphne told me you found out who you are. How do you like your new old life?”
Cas looked around him, then back at Zoey and let his shoulders hang.
“I’m sorry. That was a stupid question” Zoey said.
“What are you doing here?” Cas wondered. “Why...
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It was night and visiting hours were long over, but that didn’t stop Dean from checking on his best friend.
Cas was sitting on the cold floor, his head buried in his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Dean, always armed with a lighter, made some light, because it was pitchdark.
“Hello, in there” he said a little nervous.
“Go away” Cas said hoarse.
“Sure, I’ll wait for you outside” Dean said confident.
“Then you can wait for a very long time” Cas said. “Because I’m not coming”
“Why not?” Dean asked a bit frustrated. “This isn’t about Meg, is it?”...
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The slam of the door echoed in my mind, even though it had been a few minutes, while I just lay there, on the floor. I could feel a piece of jagged glass digging slightly into my back and rolled slightly to release the pressure. My head was banging harder than it had done in a long time; I had driven for hours and then been beaten up por mo own brother. Well worth the journey, said the sarcastic, amargo, amarga voice in my head. I knew I should get up, should get out of the room before room service called and I had to think of an excuse of why not to pay, or find a phony credit card...but I couldn’t....
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