Cas climbed out of bed and stormed out of the door, colliding to Dean.
“Sorry” he mumbled agitated and he tried to pass, but Dean grabbed his arms.
“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” he asked reproaching.
“Kevin” Cas explained breathless. “He’s going to kill Meg, unless I stop him”
“I thought you hated her” Sam frowned confused.
Cas shook his head. “No. I don’t know why I said that. I didn’t mean it” He tried to free himself, but Dean seemed to be much stronger. “Why won’t you let me go?”
“Kevin works for Crowley, which means there’s a big chance they are using Meg to lure you out” Dean answered accenting.
“I know it’s a setup” Cas replied nervous. “Balthazar told me he was going to kill me at Butterfield Park and that they had Meg. If I don’t show up, she’ll die”
“And if you do show up, you will both be dead” Dean snapped. “Are you really willing to risk your life for a demon?”
This time Cas couldn’t restrain himself and he punched Dean in his face. Dean, too stunned to react, looked at Sam for help.
“If you really think you should go, then let us come with you. As backup” Sam suggested. But Cas didn’t want that.
“I have to come alone. I’m not risking Meg’s life by bringing the two of you” he answered trembling.
“You are not going. I will lock you up if I have to” Dean threatened.
“Cas!”
They turned around and saw Jo running their way. She had a bag with her. She had heard their discussion along the way and she gave the bag to Cas. “Get dressed”
Cas accepted the bag and went back inside. As he put on some clothes he discovered something else in the bag. He picked it up and recognized it as the key of the Impala. Jo was offering him a way out.
When after ten minutes Cas still hadn’t come out, Dean became suspicious. He opened the door to find the room empty and the window open.
“You have to be kidding me” Dean mumbled.
“Sorry” he mumbled agitated and he tried to pass, but Dean grabbed his arms.
“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” he asked reproaching.
“Kevin” Cas explained breathless. “He’s going to kill Meg, unless I stop him”
“I thought you hated her” Sam frowned confused.
Cas shook his head. “No. I don’t know why I said that. I didn’t mean it” He tried to free himself, but Dean seemed to be much stronger. “Why won’t you let me go?”
“Kevin works for Crowley, which means there’s a big chance they are using Meg to lure you out” Dean answered accenting.
“I know it’s a setup” Cas replied nervous. “Balthazar told me he was going to kill me at Butterfield Park and that they had Meg. If I don’t show up, she’ll die”
“And if you do show up, you will both be dead” Dean snapped. “Are you really willing to risk your life for a demon?”
This time Cas couldn’t restrain himself and he punched Dean in his face. Dean, too stunned to react, looked at Sam for help.
“If you really think you should go, then let us come with you. As backup” Sam suggested. But Cas didn’t want that.
“I have to come alone. I’m not risking Meg’s life by bringing the two of you” he answered trembling.
“You are not going. I will lock you up if I have to” Dean threatened.
“Cas!”
They turned around and saw Jo running their way. She had a bag with her. She had heard their discussion along the way and she gave the bag to Cas. “Get dressed”
Cas accepted the bag and went back inside. As he put on some clothes he discovered something else in the bag. He picked it up and recognized it as the key of the Impala. Jo was offering him a way out.
When after ten minutes Cas still hadn’t come out, Dean became suspicious. He opened the door to find the room empty and the window open.
“You have to be kidding me” Dean mumbled.
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.
“Daphne? It’s time to let me go” Martin said soft.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to move on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would show up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let you go? Aren’t you supposed to walk into the light or something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. You have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin said bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to move on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would show up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let you go? Aren’t you supposed to walk into the light or something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. You have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin said bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.