Birds Dream
“Dean?” A little voice asks.
“Yes, what is it Sammy?” Sam is holding his hand, and they are walking back to the motel. They have been out playing on the playground.
“Di’ you know that when we say that birds a singin’, we’r all w’ong?” Sam looks up at him with big, glassy eyes, and Dean can see Sam has been thinking about it for a long time.
“No I didn’t, but what are they doing then, Sammy?” Sam looks like he has just won in lottery, a triumph of knowing something his brother didn’t, and a big, bright smile spreads all over his face.
“They are not singing as we thin’, they are talking ‘bout their d’eams,” he tugs himself a little close into Dean. “They talk to each other ‘bout their d’eams.”
“How did you know that?” Dean asks curios.
“’Cause I heard the little bird’s d’eam,” Sam’s small finger points at a blackbird sitting on a bench, tipping its tail a few times. “It was very beautiful, and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about then?”
“’Bout a big b’other,” Sam nods eagerly.
“Now, who could that be,” Dean says as he looks around like he is trying to find someone, and that makes Sam giggle.
“Silly, that was you!”
“Me?” Dean pauses; he doesn’t really know what to say. “Come here Sam, then I’ll make you fly like a bird,” he says instead as he get down on his knees and makes Sam crawl up on his back.
Then he slowly begin to run home, Sam on his back with his arms spread to each side, so it looks like he is flying. They both laughs, as Sam come with excited howls, like he is the king of the world.
When they get to the door, Sam slings his arms around Dean’s neck, rests his head on Dean’s shoulder, and slowly whispers.
“Then the bird was right, you did make me fly.”
“Dean?” A little voice asks.
“Yes, what is it Sammy?” Sam is holding his hand, and they are walking back to the motel. They have been out playing on the playground.
“Di’ you know that when we say that birds a singin’, we’r all w’ong?” Sam looks up at him with big, glassy eyes, and Dean can see Sam has been thinking about it for a long time.
“No I didn’t, but what are they doing then, Sammy?” Sam looks like he has just won in lottery, a triumph of knowing something his brother didn’t, and a big, bright smile spreads all over his face.
“They are not singing as we thin’, they are talking ‘bout their d’eams,” he tugs himself a little close into Dean. “They talk to each other ‘bout their d’eams.”
“How did you know that?” Dean asks curios.
“’Cause I heard the little bird’s d’eam,” Sam’s small finger points at a blackbird sitting on a bench, tipping its tail a few times. “It was very beautiful, and she talked to me.”
“What did she talk to you about then?”
“’Bout a big b’other,” Sam nods eagerly.
“Now, who could that be,” Dean says as he looks around like he is trying to find someone, and that makes Sam giggle.
“Silly, that was you!”
“Me?” Dean pauses; he doesn’t really know what to say. “Come here Sam, then I’ll make you fly like a bird,” he says instead as he get down on his knees and makes Sam crawl up on his back.
Then he slowly begin to run home, Sam on his back with his arms spread to each side, so it looks like he is flying. They both laughs, as Sam come with excited howls, like he is the king of the world.
When they get to the door, Sam slings his arms around Dean’s neck, rests his head on Dean’s shoulder, and slowly whispers.
“Then the bird was right, you did make me fly.”
Anna materialized in the ICU. The doctors had brought Cas here. There was nothing they could do as long as they didn’t have the donors they needed.
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Anna, holding a pair of kidneys in her left hand and a liver in her right hand, quickly walked to the bed. She removed the sheets with her mind and cut open Cas’ belly. While blood streamed alongside Cas’ unconscious body and on the matrass, Anna put the organs in their rightful place.
The monitor started beeping and Anna vanished, when a team of doctor’s came rushing into the intensive care.
“I need to talk to security” the doctor said, when he’d fixed up Cas’ properly. “Someone was here. Someone attempted to kill this man”
“Someone who gave him the organs he needed?” his assistant frowned. “Why would anyone do that?”
“I don’t know” the doctor said. “But I want someone to keep an eye on him, as long as he’s here”
Meg looked around the police station. So that was why no one was answering her calls for help. They were all dead. There were bodies everywhere and their insides were torn out. The floor was covered in blood.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
Meg read the book as if it was a detective and she wanted to know who the killer was. Daphne’s life had been a roller coaster due to her illness. But everyone knew Daphne was crazy, including Cas’ attorney. So she kept looking for something different.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
When she was near the end she discovered something strange. She flipped a few pages, when a piece of paper fell out of the book. Meg picked it up and opened it. She read the letter and compared the handwriting with the one in the book.
She threw the book on the floor and conjured her phone.
No signal, it said
“Damn it!” she cursed.
She carefully stretch her arm, but the Key of Solomon was still working perfectly.
She looked at the hard stone floor and stamped on it, causing part of the floor to break. Meg grabbed a piece of the floor and threw it at the ceiling.
The Key of Solomon broke and Meg kicked her cell open.
“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”
