Cas scribbled up and walked to the bed where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she said soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the bed and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If you hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at home while you’re…screwing around with some random guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the bed and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to you about that. I told you I don’t love you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the bed and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If you hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at home while you’re…screwing around with some random guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the bed and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to you about that. I told you I don’t love you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me you were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could you get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a safe distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless you do something. Personally, I don’t care if you killed that man or not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If you do the right thing, then I guarantee you Dean and I will never try to kill you again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me you were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could you get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a safe distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless you do something. Personally, I don’t care if you killed that man or not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If you do the right thing, then I guarantee you Dean and I will never try to kill you again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five year old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of Castle Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five year old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of Castle Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.