Meg was sitting on her bed. She had sneaked inside as soon as Dean had left. Jo had promised her to get him out of the house. She didn’t want to deal with his snarky commentary.
Sam was sitting on the cama as well. He felt weird around Meg, but since Cas was sick and there was no one else, they might as well keep each other company.
“How is it like? Being human?” Sam asked, trying to break the ice. “I mean, after being a demon for so long”
“Honestly? It sucks. Big time” Meg replied bitter. “I’ve always been able to recall every single murder I’ve committed, but I’ve never felt bad about it. Until now. I don’t want to feel this. I don’t want to feel anything. I wish I could just rip my coração out my chest and be dead”
Sam stared at Meg as she started crying. That was a new one. He tapped her on the back, not knowing what else to do.
“And of course, your precious brother has to point out all my flaws” Meg continued with a somewhat high pitched voice. “Does he like guarding Cas like a pit-bull?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it guarding” Sam said slowly. “It’s more…protecting him. Look, I know you’re not a demon anymore and so does Cas, but Dean’s just having a little trouble adjusting. You helped Azazel who killed our parents, you killed Ellen and Jo, you paralyzed Bobby, you’ve possessed and tortured people. Dean’s just having a hard time seeing you hooking up with his best friend. He’s lost a lot of people and he’s afraid you will take another one away from him”
“If Cas wants to be with me, there’s nothing Dean can do about it” Meg replied defensive. “Besides, he said he loves me. Nothing Dean says can change that”
Sam was sitting on the cama as well. He felt weird around Meg, but since Cas was sick and there was no one else, they might as well keep each other company.
“How is it like? Being human?” Sam asked, trying to break the ice. “I mean, after being a demon for so long”
“Honestly? It sucks. Big time” Meg replied bitter. “I’ve always been able to recall every single murder I’ve committed, but I’ve never felt bad about it. Until now. I don’t want to feel this. I don’t want to feel anything. I wish I could just rip my coração out my chest and be dead”
Sam stared at Meg as she started crying. That was a new one. He tapped her on the back, not knowing what else to do.
“And of course, your precious brother has to point out all my flaws” Meg continued with a somewhat high pitched voice. “Does he like guarding Cas like a pit-bull?”
“I wouldn’t exactly call it guarding” Sam said slowly. “It’s more…protecting him. Look, I know you’re not a demon anymore and so does Cas, but Dean’s just having a little trouble adjusting. You helped Azazel who killed our parents, you killed Ellen and Jo, you paralyzed Bobby, you’ve possessed and tortured people. Dean’s just having a hard time seeing you hooking up with his best friend. He’s lost a lot of people and he’s afraid you will take another one away from him”
“If Cas wants to be with me, there’s nothing Dean can do about it” Meg replied defensive. “Besides, he said he loves me. Nothing Dean says can change that”
Gerard got início from his work. He hung his casaco on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, composição literária something.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m composição literária a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a segundo later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m composição literária a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a segundo later she heard a snap.
