Dean, Cas and Sam were standing in an open field. There was a low wall at the end of the field and Sam had placed some cans on it.
Dean showed Cas how to prepare a gun and then made a few shots at the cans. He didn’t miss one.
“You’re really good at this” Cas said admiring. Dean handed the weapon to him. “Your turn”, he said, when Sam had put the cans back and stepped away from the wall as far as possible. He didn’t really trust Cas with a gun.
Cas aimed the gun at the walls and fired and missed.
“I think you just killed a tree” Sam joked. “If I were you, I’d hide for Mother Nature”
“Really?” Cas asked concerned.
“No” Dean answered, casting an annoyed glance at his brother. “Try again” he said serious.
Cas pointed the gun at the cans, fired and missed again. “I suck” he said grumpy and he threw the gun on the ground. He turned around and walked away.
Dean shot a confused look at Sam, who pulled up his shoulders.
“Cas!” Dean called. “Get back here!”
“No!” Cas shouted back, without turning around and he walked faster. Dean rolled his eyes and ran to him.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked when he’d overhauled Cas.
“Nothing” Cas snapped.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me” Dean replied sarcastically. “Then why are you acting like an angry teen?”
“Because…I’m hungry” Cas answered pissed off. “And I’m wearing the same clothes as I did last night and they’re not even mine. I’m useless and Meg hates me”
Dean widened his eyes. “Okay, I take everything back I just said. You’re not acting like an angry teen, you’re acting like a drama queen”
“I’m not-” Cas started to defend himself, but Dean cut him off.
“Let’s try it one more time. After that I promise we’ll grab a snack and get you some new clothes” he said, feeling somewhat guilty. After all it was his fault his best friend was now starving.
“I’ll miss again, you know” Cas said sad.
“Use your imagination” Dean advised. “Imagine you’re shooting a person, not a can” He took Cas arm and dragged him back to the field. Sam had already picked up the gun and gave it to Cas. Cas aimed it at the cans, fired and kept firing until all bullets were used.
He pushed the weapon in Dean’s arms and walked to the car.
“What’s his problem?” Sam asked, looking at Dean, who was looking at Cas.
“He’s hungry” Dean answered.
“You sure that’s it?” Sam asked doubtful.
“No” Dean sighed.
Dean showed Cas how to prepare a gun and then made a few shots at the cans. He didn’t miss one.
“You’re really good at this” Cas said admiring. Dean handed the weapon to him. “Your turn”, he said, when Sam had put the cans back and stepped away from the wall as far as possible. He didn’t really trust Cas with a gun.
Cas aimed the gun at the walls and fired and missed.
“I think you just killed a tree” Sam joked. “If I were you, I’d hide for Mother Nature”
“Really?” Cas asked concerned.
“No” Dean answered, casting an annoyed glance at his brother. “Try again” he said serious.
Cas pointed the gun at the cans, fired and missed again. “I suck” he said grumpy and he threw the gun on the ground. He turned around and walked away.
Dean shot a confused look at Sam, who pulled up his shoulders.
“Cas!” Dean called. “Get back here!”
“No!” Cas shouted back, without turning around and he walked faster. Dean rolled his eyes and ran to him.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked when he’d overhauled Cas.
“Nothing” Cas snapped.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me” Dean replied sarcastically. “Then why are you acting like an angry teen?”
“Because…I’m hungry” Cas answered pissed off. “And I’m wearing the same clothes as I did last night and they’re not even mine. I’m useless and Meg hates me”
Dean widened his eyes. “Okay, I take everything back I just said. You’re not acting like an angry teen, you’re acting like a drama queen”
“I’m not-” Cas started to defend himself, but Dean cut him off.
“Let’s try it one more time. After that I promise we’ll grab a snack and get you some new clothes” he said, feeling somewhat guilty. After all it was his fault his best friend was now starving.
“I’ll miss again, you know” Cas said sad.
“Use your imagination” Dean advised. “Imagine you’re shooting a person, not a can” He took Cas arm and dragged him back to the field. Sam had already picked up the gun and gave it to Cas. Cas aimed it at the cans, fired and kept firing until all bullets were used.
He pushed the weapon in Dean’s arms and walked to the car.
“What’s his problem?” Sam asked, looking at Dean, who was looking at Cas.
“He’s hungry” Dean answered.
“You sure that’s it?” Sam asked doubtful.
“No” Dean sighed.
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.
“What do you mean, she’s gone?”
Cas and Zoey had been told that Daphne was gone.
“She’s not in her room. But we’re searching the entire building and the neighborhood. She can’t get far” the head doctor said.
“How could this happen?” Zoey asked mad. “Don’t you have some kind of security system here?”
“She stole a badge. She didn’t have to break into the system. She could just open the door” the doctor explained.
“And who’s the idiot who let her steal his badge?” Zoey asked demeaning.
“He’s waiting in my office” the doctor answered. “He already told me what happened. Listen, Mrs. Moore, Daphne can’t get far. We’ll find her by the end of the night”
He walked away from them; he had to go fire the nurse.
Zoey looked at Cas. “We need to find her” she said, slightly panicking.
Cas and Zoey had been told that Daphne was gone.
“She’s not in her room. But we’re searching the entire building and the neighborhood. She can’t get far” the head doctor said.
“How could this happen?” Zoey asked mad. “Don’t you have some kind of security system here?”
“She stole a badge. She didn’t have to break into the system. She could just open the door” the doctor explained.
“And who’s the idiot who let her steal his badge?” Zoey asked demeaning.
“He’s waiting in my office” the doctor answered. “He already told me what happened. Listen, Mrs. Moore, Daphne can’t get far. We’ll find her by the end of the night”
He walked away from them; he had to go fire the nurse.
Zoey looked at Cas. “We need to find her” she said, slightly panicking.