Meg staggered to the wall and stuck out her hand to find support. She let herself fall against the wall and sank down.
“He’s just lying there. He’s not responding to anything I say” she mumbled breathless. “When I find out who did this to him- and I will find out- I’m going to torture that bastard to death” She looked aside at Heather. “I want to help inspector Roberts”
“Okay, I think I know how to find her” Heather replied.
“And…someone has to call the Winchesters” Meg continued. “They’re his…family…If he…” Meg couldn’t get herself to finish. “They need to know”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Heather promised. “You have a phone number?”
“In my purse” Meg answered and she wanted to get up.
“I got it” Heather said quickly. She ran back to Meg’s room and found her purse on the chair next to the bed. She searched it and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and searched through her contacts. When she found Dean she dialed his number.
“Hello?” a male, husky voice said.
“Dean Winchester?” Heather checked.
“Yeah”
“This is Heather” Heather started. “I’m a friend of Meg’s. She asked me to call you and your brother”
“What for?” Dean asked suspicious. Sam frowned, wanting to know who was calling and for what reason.
“It’s about Cas” Heather explained.
Silence.
“Sir, are you still there?”
“Hang on, let me put you on speaker” Dean eventually answered. He put his phone on speaker so Sam could listen along. “What did you say about Cas?”
“He’s dying” Heather cut to the chase. “Someone made an extremely violent attempt to take his life and it looks like they’re getting their way”
“No, they’re not” Dean commented. “Tell Meg we’re on our way back” He hung up, spun the car around and drove in the opposite direction.
“He’s just lying there. He’s not responding to anything I say” she mumbled breathless. “When I find out who did this to him- and I will find out- I’m going to torture that bastard to death” She looked aside at Heather. “I want to help inspector Roberts”
“Okay, I think I know how to find her” Heather replied.
“And…someone has to call the Winchesters” Meg continued. “They’re his…family…If he…” Meg couldn’t get herself to finish. “They need to know”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Heather promised. “You have a phone number?”
“In my purse” Meg answered and she wanted to get up.
“I got it” Heather said quickly. She ran back to Meg’s room and found her purse on the chair next to the bed. She searched it and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and searched through her contacts. When she found Dean she dialed his number.
“Hello?” a male, husky voice said.
“Dean Winchester?” Heather checked.
“Yeah”
“This is Heather” Heather started. “I’m a friend of Meg’s. She asked me to call you and your brother”
“What for?” Dean asked suspicious. Sam frowned, wanting to know who was calling and for what reason.
“It’s about Cas” Heather explained.
Silence.
“Sir, are you still there?”
“Hang on, let me put you on speaker” Dean eventually answered. He put his phone on speaker so Sam could listen along. “What did you say about Cas?”
“He’s dying” Heather cut to the chase. “Someone made an extremely violent attempt to take his life and it looks like they’re getting their way”
“No, they’re not” Dean commented. “Tell Meg we’re on our way back” He hung up, spun the car around and drove in the opposite direction.
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.