“I’m calling the police” Amelia said agitated while she walked to the phone. She dialed 911, but Jimmy took the phone out of her hand.
“And what do you think they’ll tell you? They’re not going to look for her unless she’s gone for 24 hours” he reasoned. “She’s a teenager. She’s being dramatic. She’ll come back. Give it an hour or two, but you can’t start panicking, because that’s exactly what she wants”
“I’ll give her an hour” Amelia gave in. “If she’s not back by then, I’ll go look for her myself”
“Alright, I’ll look with you” Jimmy commented. He frowned and grabbed his stomach.
“Jimmy?” Amelia asked concerned. “Are you okay?” Jimmy shook his head. “Is it the angel?” Jimmy nodded and gasped. “Do you want me to call a doctor?”
“No, they won’t find anything” Jimmy groaned. “I’ll just go to bed, try to sleep it off”
“You want some painkillers?” Amelia suggested.
“No” Jimmy moaned. “That’s exactly what he’s counting on” He gasped again and fell on his knees.
“Jimmy!” Amelia screamed. She wanted to help him stand up, but he raised his hand to stop her.
“Stay away from me” he mumbled breathless. Amelia frowned hurt and offended. “It’s for your own safety. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want Castiel to hurt you”
Amelia understood and stepped away. Powerless she watched her husband crawl upstairs like a hurt animal.