Cas opened the door of the motel and heard Dean sigh a relieved sigh.
“Took you long enough” he said, but he didn’t sound annoyed. He sounded like he had been worried.
“I’m sorry” Cas responded. “I had to make sure Meg would be okay”
“And will she?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yes” Cas nodded with a faint smile. “She’s trying to make something of her life. She even has a job”
Dean, who had just taken a sip from his beer, choked. Cas frowned and walked towards him. “Are you alright, Dean?” “Yeah” Dean said difficult and coughed. “So, Meg has a job. As what?”
“As a call girl” Cas replied. Sam and Dean glared at each other. Cas was being way too optimistic to know exactly what a call girl was.
“Cas? Did Meg mention what she was going to do in her job?” Sam asked careful.
“Of course” Cas answered. “People will call her and then she will help them with their relationship problems”
“That’s what she told you?” Dean asked disgusted.
“Yes. Why? Is that not what her job is about?” Cas asked suspicious.
“Not exactly” Sam commented cryptically.
“A call girl,” Dean decided to put Cas out of his misery, “is like a prostitute” he saw Cas’ face stiffen, “but unlike regular prostitutes, she meets her clients at their address”
Cas looked at Dean, but Dean felt like the ex-angel was staring right through him.
“So, technically, Meg’s going to sleep around with several men to get paid?” he asked hurt.
“Took you long enough” he said, but he didn’t sound annoyed. He sounded like he had been worried.
“I’m sorry” Cas responded. “I had to make sure Meg would be okay”
“And will she?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yes” Cas nodded with a faint smile. “She’s trying to make something of her life. She even has a job”
Dean, who had just taken a sip from his beer, choked. Cas frowned and walked towards him. “Are you alright, Dean?” “Yeah” Dean said difficult and coughed. “So, Meg has a job. As what?”
“As a call girl” Cas replied. Sam and Dean glared at each other. Cas was being way too optimistic to know exactly what a call girl was.
“Cas? Did Meg mention what she was going to do in her job?” Sam asked careful.
“Of course” Cas answered. “People will call her and then she will help them with their relationship problems”
“That’s what she told you?” Dean asked disgusted.
“Yes. Why? Is that not what her job is about?” Cas asked suspicious.
“Not exactly” Sam commented cryptically.
“A call girl,” Dean decided to put Cas out of his misery, “is like a prostitute” he saw Cas’ face stiffen, “but unlike regular prostitutes, she meets her clients at their address”
Cas looked at Dean, but Dean felt like the ex-angel was staring right through him.
“So, technically, Meg’s going to sleep around with several men to get paid?” he asked hurt.
“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many questions and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would question her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many questions and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would question her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
The next morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of bed and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, showing her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. You have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of bed and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, showing her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. You have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”