Dean entered the café Cas had left an hour ago. Cas had called him by using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back to Dean. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him”
Dean, who noticed the constant glares from the barkeeper to the three, nodded and turned around. Cas had been here, but Dean wouldn’t get any information out of the barkeeper or the customers. So he left the café and walked down the street. It didn’t take long before he found Cas’ phone. He bent through his knees and picked it.
“Cas?!” Dean called. He kept walking to the end of the street, which didn’t lead anywhere. He turned his head and then noticed the blood on the wall. He looked down and saw there was blood on the pavers as well. He followed the trail to a dark alley, where the trail stopped.
“Cas?!” Dean yelled again.
At the end of the alley something moved. A dark figure slowly scribbled up, as if every little movement he made hurt like hell. He closed his trench coat tightly around him, since that was all the clothing he had left.
The first Dean saw were bare, bloodied feet shuffling forward, followed by abraded legs. Dean hurried to his best friend.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, even though he had a suspicion. “Wait here, I’ll go get the car”
A few minutes later Dean positioned the Impala before the alley and stepped out. He walked back to Cas and supported him until they reached the car. Cas frowned when he sat down, which confirmed Dean’s suspicion.
Dean started the engines and wanted to drive to the motel he, Sam, Ellen and Jo were staying for the time being.
“Dean” Cas said difficult. He had to squeeze the words out. “Could you take me to Meg?”
“What? Why?” Dean asked a little offended. He was the one who’d been looking for Cas everywhere. Not Meg. Meg has dumped him.
“Please, Dean” Cas begged him. “It’s not you…I…I just…It’s difficult for me to be around you…or Sam” he ended ashamed.
“Alright, then” Dean sighed. “But first we need to get you some clothes”
He turned the car and back to their motel.
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back to Dean. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him”
Dean, who noticed the constant glares from the barkeeper to the three, nodded and turned around. Cas had been here, but Dean wouldn’t get any information out of the barkeeper or the customers. So he left the café and walked down the street. It didn’t take long before he found Cas’ phone. He bent through his knees and picked it.
“Cas?!” Dean called. He kept walking to the end of the street, which didn’t lead anywhere. He turned his head and then noticed the blood on the wall. He looked down and saw there was blood on the pavers as well. He followed the trail to a dark alley, where the trail stopped.
“Cas?!” Dean yelled again.
At the end of the alley something moved. A dark figure slowly scribbled up, as if every little movement he made hurt like hell. He closed his trench coat tightly around him, since that was all the clothing he had left.
The first Dean saw were bare, bloodied feet shuffling forward, followed by abraded legs. Dean hurried to his best friend.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, even though he had a suspicion. “Wait here, I’ll go get the car”
A few minutes later Dean positioned the Impala before the alley and stepped out. He walked back to Cas and supported him until they reached the car. Cas frowned when he sat down, which confirmed Dean’s suspicion.
Dean started the engines and wanted to drive to the motel he, Sam, Ellen and Jo were staying for the time being.
“Dean” Cas said difficult. He had to squeeze the words out. “Could you take me to Meg?”
“What? Why?” Dean asked a little offended. He was the one who’d been looking for Cas everywhere. Not Meg. Meg has dumped him.
“Please, Dean” Cas begged him. “It’s not you…I…I just…It’s difficult for me to be around you…or Sam” he ended ashamed.
“Alright, then” Dean sighed. “But first we need to get you some clothes”
He turned the car and back to their motel.
Meg sat on her knees, outside the police station. With her right hand she held her stomach and with her left she tried to pull herself up on the wall. She closed her eyes and focused.
“Meg!”
Meg opened her eyes and saw Sam walking in her direction. He helped her up, while Dean frowned.
“How did you get out?” he wanted to know.
Sam helped Meg to the couch, but she refused to lie down. She groaned from the pain.
“What is wrong with you?” Dean asked.
“Daphne attacked me” Meg said difficult. “My stomach hurts, my hands hurt”
“Cas’ ex attacked you, why?” Sam asked surprised.
“It’s not her fault” Meg said. “Zoey manipulated her. Where’s Cas?”
Sam looked at Dean, who scratched his head.
“Please, tell me you know where he is” Meg said weak.
“Meg!”
Meg opened her eyes and saw Sam walking in her direction. He helped her up, while Dean frowned.
“How did you get out?” he wanted to know.
Sam helped Meg to the couch, but she refused to lie down. She groaned from the pain.
“What is wrong with you?” Dean asked.
“Daphne attacked me” Meg said difficult. “My stomach hurts, my hands hurt”
“Cas’ ex attacked you, why?” Sam asked surprised.
“It’s not her fault” Meg said. “Zoey manipulated her. Where’s Cas?”
Sam looked at Dean, who scratched his head.
“Please, tell me you know where he is” Meg said weak.
Isabel opened hearing two where inspector Anderson was still sitting with Andy. She signed and Anderson walked towards. She mumbled something to him and she and Anderson looked at Andy. Andy took a deep breath. He had a bad feeling about this.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.