Various

“Cas?” Meg called from the living room in the mansion. She was standing next to the corpse of the owner of the mansion.
Cas stumbled upstairs and came into the living room. He fell backwards against the wall and sank down on the carpet.
Meg quickly ran towards him and bent through her knees. She took his hands and noticed the blood on his hands. “Are you hurt?”
Cas shook his head. “No” he said out of breath. “It’s not my blood. It’s Frederik’s and Marcus’s” He looked at Meg, terrified.
Meg swallowed. “Did you kill them?” she asked, though she already knew the answer....

Meg and Cas were alone again. The demon had left to get the right material to torture Cas.
“I hope you don’t expect me to feel guilty” Meg said. “You chose to take my pain. You can’t hold that against me”
“I’m not” Cas said. “It was the right thing to do. You helped me through my mental breakdown. I should do something to show you my gratitude”
“Cas, I only stayed with you to gain your trust. I didn’t do it because I care for you” Meg said. She couldn’t have a fallen angel crushing on her.
“Well, congratulations, you have it. My trust, I mean” Cas replied. “I...

When Sam and Dean left the motel around nine o’clock the next morning, there was no sign of Amy anywhere, nor any other members of staff; Sam probably reckoned it was such a small motel she could run it herself, maybe with a helping hand from time to time. Looking out of the dusty Impala window, the murky March weather was certainly not doing the town of Bennington any favours; all life seemed to have been sucked out of the town along with the absent sunshine. Then again, Sam thought to himself, having four murders in the last month probably doesn’t make a good tourist attraction.
As Dean...