Meg had stayed behind in the hospital after Jo had advised her to get a checkup. She wasn’t injured like Cas, but she had still been in ice cold water and she had been in contact with electricity. So, a checkup wouldn’t hurt.
The doctor draw some blood.
“How long have you been feeling sick?” he asked.
“Since now, really” Meg answered in full honesty. “One moment I’m feeling fine, the next I’m running off to the bathroom, puking my guts out”
“Do you get stressed easy?” the doctor asked.
“No” Meg responded. “I don’t know. I’m not really familiar with emotions”
“What were you doing right before you became sick?” the doctor asked, trying to help.
“I was arguing” Meg confessed and the memory of it, made her tears go wet. She really didn’t get Cas anymore. First he tells her he loves her and then he blames her for all the bad things that happen in his life.
She jumped up when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and picked up when she saw Sam’s name on the screen.
“Yeah?” she said and she dried her eyes.
“Meg, hi” Sam started, feeling a little awkward. “I was wondering…When are you getting home?”
“Why? Is there something to get home to?” Meg replied bitter.
“If you’re talking about how Cas treated you in the hospital,” Sam glanced at Cas, who looked up by hearing his name, “he really regrets that. He does nothing but sulking, so please, just get here”
Silence, while Meg was thinking about.
“If Cas wants me to come home,” she eventually responded, “then the coward is going to have to ask me himself”
She hung up and turned her phone off.
The doctor draw some blood.
“How long have you been feeling sick?” he asked.
“Since now, really” Meg answered in full honesty. “One moment I’m feeling fine, the next I’m running off to the bathroom, puking my guts out”
“Do you get stressed easy?” the doctor asked.
“No” Meg responded. “I don’t know. I’m not really familiar with emotions”
“What were you doing right before you became sick?” the doctor asked, trying to help.
“I was arguing” Meg confessed and the memory of it, made her tears go wet. She really didn’t get Cas anymore. First he tells her he loves her and then he blames her for all the bad things that happen in his life.
She jumped up when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and picked up when she saw Sam’s name on the screen.
“Yeah?” she said and she dried her eyes.
“Meg, hi” Sam started, feeling a little awkward. “I was wondering…When are you getting home?”
“Why? Is there something to get home to?” Meg replied bitter.
“If you’re talking about how Cas treated you in the hospital,” Sam glanced at Cas, who looked up by hearing his name, “he really regrets that. He does nothing but sulking, so please, just get here”
Silence, while Meg was thinking about.
“If Cas wants me to come home,” she eventually responded, “then the coward is going to have to ask me himself”
She hung up and turned her phone off.
“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many questions and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would question her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many questions and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would question her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.