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 broke up already?”
“Dean’s not my boyfriend” Cas answered.
“Okay” Meg scoffed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you and tell you where I was” Cas said in an apologizing way. “But I was really ill and I couldn’t tell you. I was asleep for a week, but Anna said she read you. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine” Meg mumbled.
“Dean said he called you” Cas said careful. “I had hoped you’d come and see how I was doing”
“Eh, yeah, sorry” Meg answered uncaring. “I was busy. I have a job. I’m actually working tonight”
“That’s…really good” Cas commented and he tried to sound happy for her. Dean was right, Meg didn’t care. “What kind of work?”
Meg poured herself a cup of coffee and drank from it before she answered. “As a call girl” If that confession was supposed to shock Cas, then Meg had completely failed in her purpose; Cas didn’t even blink.
“What’s a call girl?” he asked serious.
Now Meg was conflicted. If she told him the truth he’d leave her alone. But she didn’t really want him to know she was sleeping around with other men for money.
“A call girl is someone who helps people with relationship problems, over the phone” she made up.
“That sounds like a noble cause” Cas replied.
“I guess” Meg said.
“We’re leaving soon. You’re not coming with us, are you?” Cas asked sad. Meg shook her head. Cas walked to her. “I’ll stay if you want me to”
Meg looked away. “Why would I want that?” she asked difficult. Cas was invading her personal space. She tried to get away, but Cas placed his hands on the dresser, so Meg was trapped. He bowed his head and kissed her.
Meg put her hands on his chest, but if she tried to push him away, she didn’t put much effort to it. Cas pulled away. “Consider this goodbye” he said soft. He took a few steps back and Meg tried to breath normally, while her heart was pounding in her chest. “I’ll call you when we’re settled. Good luck on your job”
He walked to the door and Meg watched him leave.
“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 broke up already?”
“Dean’s not my boyfriend” Cas answered.
“Okay” Meg scoffed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you and tell you where I was” Cas said in an apologizing way. “But I was really ill and I couldn’t tell you. I was asleep for a week, but Anna said she read you. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine” Meg mumbled.
“Dean said he called you” Cas said careful. “I had hoped you’d come and see how I was doing”
“Eh, yeah, sorry” Meg answered uncaring. “I was busy. I have a job. I’m actually working tonight”
“That’s…really good” Cas commented and he tried to sound happy for her. Dean was right, Meg didn’t care. “What kind of work?”
Meg poured herself a cup of coffee and drank from it before she answered. “As a call girl” If that confession was supposed to shock Cas, then Meg had completely failed in her purpose; Cas didn’t even blink.
“What’s a call girl?” he asked serious.
Now Meg was conflicted. If she told him the truth he’d leave her alone. But she didn’t really want him to know she was sleeping around with other men for money.
“A call girl is someone who helps people with relationship problems, over the phone” she made up.
“That sounds like a noble cause” Cas replied.
“I guess” Meg said.
“We’re leaving soon. You’re not coming with us, are you?” Cas asked sad. Meg shook her head. Cas walked to her. “I’ll stay if you want me to”
Meg looked away. “Why would I want that?” she asked difficult. Cas was invading her personal space. She tried to get away, but Cas placed his hands on the dresser, so Meg was trapped. He bowed his head and kissed her.
Meg put her hands on his chest, but if she tried to push him away, she didn’t put much effort to it. Cas pulled away. “Consider this goodbye” he said soft. He took a few steps back and Meg tried to breath normally, while her heart was pounding in her chest. “I’ll call you when we’re settled. Good luck on your job”
He walked to the door and Meg watched him leave.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he said breathless. “How did you find me? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need you to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he said breathless. “How did you find me? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need you to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
