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Sam pulled Cas from the ground and dragged him to the sink.
“Come on, barf” he commanded.
“Leave me alone” Cas mumbled faint, his eyes closed. Sam turned to Meg. “Go get his toothbrush” he ordered. Meg ran upstairs and came back half a minute later, with the toothbrush.
“Open your mouth, Cas” Sam said sharp and urgent. Cas pressed his lips together, stubborn like a two-year old.
“Let me try something” Meg said and Sam took a step back, still supporting Cas. Meg took Cas’ face in her hands and kissed him. She then withdrew and drove the toothbrush in his throat. Cas gagged, coughed and tears came up in his eyes. He tried to free himself, but Sam tightened his grip and Meg drove the toothbrush further in his throat.
Cas gagged and brought his hand to his mouth. Sam let go of him and he puked in the sink.
“Why did you do that?” Cas said defeated, when he was done.
“Are you kidding?” Sam replied shocked. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Yes” Cas snapped. He looked from Sam to Meg and back. “You don’t get it. You think I have some kind of illness, such as cancer, but that’s not what it is. I am dying, I can feel it, and whatever it is that’s killing me, it’s dragging it out. I just want it to be over with”
Meg took a napkin and cleaned off Cas’ mouth.
“I get that the pain is driving you to the point of despair” she started. “but there’s no way I’m letting you commit suicide. Not on my watch”
Meg dropped the paper-knife and hurried back to Cas. He was still conscious, but he looked very pale and he had trouble keeping his eyes open. Meg slapped him softly in the face to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep.
“Get dressed” Anna said. She threw some clothes at Meg and then stepped to Cas. She bent through her knees and touched his forehead. “He’s burning up again”
“He’s getting sick again?” Meg asked, trying not to sound worried, while she put on the clothes had given her.
Anna nodded. “Apparently human life is very hard for him. Seems like he can’t take a lot”...
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Meg pressed the bell of a big, fancy house. Whoever owned the place was eager to meet her, because Meg had barely withdraw her finger when the door opened.
“Good evening, you must be April” the man said. “Come in” He stepped aside and Meg entered. She took of her coat and the man swallowed. She was wearing a little black dress with a deep décolleté and the dress barely covered her butt.
“Eh…can I offer you a drink?” the man suggested.
“No” Meg refused. She wanted this to get over with. “Can we just get to it?”
“Yeah, of course” the man agreed. “My name is Brad,...
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Meg was sitting in front of the mirror in the bathroom of Dorothy’s apartment. She was putting up makeup when the door opened and a woman came in.
“Hi” she said as she walked towards her. “My name’s Heather” she introduced herself and she pulled a chair and sat down. “I hear it’s your first night. How are you feeling? Are you nervous?”
“No” Meg said. “Maybe, I don’t know”
“You’ve had sex before, right?” Heather checked.
“Yeah, of course” Meg responded.
“Okay” Heather said relieved. “This is not a way to lose your virginity”
“Are you trying to give me some kind of pep talk?” Meg asked.
“Yes” Heather admitted. “And to give you this” She put something in Meg’s hands. Meg opened her hand and looked at the white pill. “To get you through your first night”
“I take it it’s not an aspirin” Meg commented sarcastically. She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed.
Anna was standing outside, waiting for Kevin to show up. She had called him and she knew he could hear her. So it was just a matter of time and good will until he answered her.
“I was wondering when you’d be reaching out” Kevin said from behind the angel. Anna quickly turned around.
“Do you know why I’m here?” she asked.
“I have a suspicion” Kevin replied. “Does it involve a tablet?”
“You can keep the tablet, but you can’t stay with Crowley. It’s dangerous. Whatever he promised you, he’s lying about it. He’s a demon, the moment you cease to be of use, you’re...
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Crowley and Balthazar were standing opposite each other. Balthazar had summoned Crowley to have a one on one chat about Kevin.
“You must possess an incredible amount of nerve to meet me here on your own” Crowley said mundane.
“We’re kind of short on angels” Balthazar replied. “I know your time’s precious, so is mine, so let me cut to the chase, shall I?”
“Please” Crowley answered uninterested.
“You have something that belongs to us” Balthazar started.
“You mean the tablet?” Crowley asked with raised eyebrows. “Or Kevin?”
“Both” Balthazar answered.
“And you...
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Meg opened the door of her motel room to let Cas in. Cas widened his eyes. “Did you paint your hair?” he asked, glaring at the blonde wisps on Meg’s head.
“No, I woke up like this” Meg replied sarcastically. “The correct term is ‘dye’, by the way” She walked back into the motel and Cas followed her.
“I like it. It’s shorter, but I like it” Cas said and he reached for Meg’s hair, but she pulled away.
“So, eh, why are you here? I thought you’d moved back in with Dean and Sam” Meg asked casual, while she consciously tried to avoid looking at Cas. “You two lovebirds...
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One week later.

Whatever it was that had made Cas so ill, it looked like it was gone now. Anna had been right. He didn’t need their help. Still it had been terrifying for Sam and Dean to see their friend suffering like that and not being able to help.
But Cas’ condition had made Dean set a few things in motion. He and Sam had been to the city hall at night, when the place was empty, and Sam had broken into the computer to make some legal papers for Cas.
“This is your ID” Dean said when he handed the ID card to Cas. “Your last name is Novak. Hope you don’t mind”
Cas accepted the...
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Sam opened the door to their motel room and then hurried back to Dean. They carried Cas inside and laid him on the bed.
“I’ll get something cold” Sam said and he ran into the kitchen. Dean opened the upper buttons of Cas’ shirt as Sam came back with a cold and wet washcloth. He laid it on Cas’ forehead and Cas shivered.
“Cas?” Dean frowned scared, but Cas’ eyes remained shut. Dean looked helplessly at Sam.
“Maybe it’s the organs” Sam suggested. “You know, his kidneys or his liver. Maybe his body can’t adjust to them very well”
“Then why didn’t he get sick before?...
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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...
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The next morning.
Cas woke up on the couch of Meg’s motel. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Light shone through the curtains and Cas stood up and walked to them to open them. Dean’s Impala was parked across the street.
Meg ticked on the side windows of Dean’s car and Dean jumped up. He frowned and blinked to remember where he was. When he did, he turned the window down.
“What are you doing here so early?” Meg asked.
“What’s in the bag?” Dean nodded at the small paper bag Meg was holding in her right hand.
“Breakfast” Meg replied short.
“Thanks, you shouldn’t have”...
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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...
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Cas was sitting at a table in the corner of a café. He had sneaked out of the hospital shortly after Meg had left. Apparently Meg had given Dean his number, because his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. But Cas didn’t want Dean’s company right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Three men were lurking at him from the bar. Cas could feel their eyes on him and he looked up. They were mumbling to each other and if Cas had still been an angel he would know what they were talking about. But now their whispered conversation remained a mystery to him.
He stood up and headed for the exit. He didn’t...
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Jo parked the car in front of a cheap looking motel. The lights flickered, the windows were no longer see through and above the entrance there was a damaged board that once spelled the word ‘WELCOME’, but due to age and neglect only the first three letters were still readable.
“This is the best I could find” Jo said. She had find it a better idea if she had been the one taking Meg away. Dean and Meg in the same space was never a good idea, even if he did save her life.
“It’s good enough for me” Meg commented. She loosened her seatbelt and wanted to step out.
“Hang on” Jo said...
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Cas carried Meg to the bed and lay her down. He removed her sweater and held his breath. On the place Kevin had hit there was a big gap and Meg was losing blood on a rapid pace. Cas turned to Dean, begging for help.
Dean looked down at the badly injured ex-demon. Meg had done countless of evil things. She deserved to die like this. The wound would get infected, she’d get a fever, and then she would die.
“Dean, do something!” Cas yelled desperate.
Dean rotated his head to his best friend, who leaned forward.
“She’s not breathing” Cas panicked.
Another few crucial seconds passed by...
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Sam, Jo and Ellen were standing around Dean’s bed in the mortuary. There was a book where people could write down their condolences, but since Dean didn’t know that many people, the book would be as good as empty.
Jo took Dean’s hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed his fingers, while tears rolled over her face. Then something magnificent happened. Dean pinched Jo’s hand.
“Dean?” Jo said breathless. Sam and Ellen looked up at Dean. They saw his eyelids move and slowly they opened.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. Dean blinked his eyes and sat up. He looked around. “Where the hell...
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Cas took Ellen’s arm and disappeared. He landed in the ICU, next to Jo’s bed.
“Warn me if someone’s coming. I don’t know how long this will take” Cas said dispassionately. Ellen nodded and walked to the door. She opened it and walked outside.
Cas sank down on the bed and lay his hands on both Jo’s temples. He closed his eyes and prayed for Jo to open her eyes.
And she did. At first everything was a blur. She reached out her hand and touched Cas’ face. “Dean?” she mumbled weak. When Cas’ face became clearer she withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry”
Cas didn’t reply, but...
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Zoey knocked the door of the motel room. She had seen Dean leave a minute ago. He probably went to the blonde girl she just shot.
“Cas? Can you open the door?” she asked sweet.
Cas rotated his head and looked at the door.
“Please, Cas? I just want to talk” Zoey said slow.
Cas looked at the bed next to him, but Meg had fallen asleep. Lucky her, Cas thought.
“Cas, I have Dean and I have a gun. Open the door now”
Cas’ eyes widened in fear and he slowly came out of bed.
“I’m…I’m coming” he stammered. “Don’t kill him” He held his stomach, his injuries were still not completely...
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Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are you going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess you should call him” Zoey said and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed by her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
Cas groaned from the pain. His injuries healed very slowly and he failed to stay strong.
“I’m sorry, Dean” Cas sobbed as tears rolled over his face. “I don’t want to be a baby, but it hurts so much”
“It’s okay” Dean said. “Just hang in there. It’ll all be over soon”
“Make it stop” Cas begged. He coughed and threw up blood again.
Dean frowned scared. “What can I do? Tell me what I should do, Cas”
But Cas closed his eyes.
“Don’t die, okay?” Dean said afraid. “You can’t. There’s still so much we have to do. I’m going to teach you how to drive the Impala...
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“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.