Meg staggered to the wall and stuck out her hand to find support. She let herself fall against the wall and sank down.
“He’s just lying there. He’s not responding to anything I say” she mumbled breathless. “When I find out who did this to him- and I will find out- I’m going to torture that bastard to death” She looked aside at Heather. “I want to help inspector Roberts”
“Okay, I think I know how to find her” Heather replied.
“And…someone has to call the Winchesters” Meg continued. “They’re his…family…If he…” Meg couldn’t get herself to finish. “They need to know”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Heather promised. “You have a phone number?”
“In my purse” Meg answered and she wanted to get up.
“I got it” Heather said quickly. She ran back to Meg’s room and found her purse on the chair next to the bed. She searched it and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and searched through her contacts. When she found Dean she dialed his number.
“Hello?” a male, husky voice said.
“Dean Winchester?” Heather checked.
“Yeah”
“This is Heather” Heather started. “I’m a friend of Meg’s. She asked me to call you and your brother”
“What for?” Dean asked suspicious. Sam frowned, wanting to know who was calling and for what reason.
“It’s about Cas” Heather explained.
Silence.
“Sir, are you still there?”
“Hang on, let me put you on speaker” Dean eventually answered. He put his phone on speaker so Sam and Jo could listen along. “What did you say about Cas?”
“He’s dying” Heather cut to the chase. “Someone made an extremely violent attempt to take his life and it looks like they’re getting their way”
“No, they’re not” Dean commented. “Tell Meg we’re on our way back” He hung up, spun the car around and drove in the opposite direction.
“He’s just lying there. He’s not responding to anything I say” she mumbled breathless. “When I find out who did this to him- and I will find out- I’m going to torture that bastard to death” She looked aside at Heather. “I want to help inspector Roberts”
“Okay, I think I know how to find her” Heather replied.
“And…someone has to call the Winchesters” Meg continued. “They’re his…family…If he…” Meg couldn’t get herself to finish. “They need to know”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Heather promised. “You have a phone number?”
“In my purse” Meg answered and she wanted to get up.
“I got it” Heather said quickly. She ran back to Meg’s room and found her purse on the chair next to the bed. She searched it and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and searched through her contacts. When she found Dean she dialed his number.
“Hello?” a male, husky voice said.
“Dean Winchester?” Heather checked.
“Yeah”
“This is Heather” Heather started. “I’m a friend of Meg’s. She asked me to call you and your brother”
“What for?” Dean asked suspicious. Sam frowned, wanting to know who was calling and for what reason.
“It’s about Cas” Heather explained.
Silence.
“Sir, are you still there?”
“Hang on, let me put you on speaker” Dean eventually answered. He put his phone on speaker so Sam and Jo could listen along. “What did you say about Cas?”
“He’s dying” Heather cut to the chase. “Someone made an extremely violent attempt to take his life and it looks like they’re getting their way”
“No, they’re not” Dean commented. “Tell Meg we’re on our way back” He hung up, spun the car around and drove in the opposite direction.
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat next to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.