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The door opened again and Sam and Claire walked in.
“Nice color” Sam mumbled, referring to Meg’s hair.
“Gee, thanks” Meg said monotone. She looked at Claire, who looked back provocative. With two Winchesters at her arm she felt a lot more confident. “When’s your dad coming?”
“Meg!” Dean reproached her. Meg pulled her shoulders. Dean conjured his phone and handed it to Claire. “You should call your mom, tell her you’re fine”
Claire dialed her home number. Her mother sounded very agitated when she answered the phone.
“Who is this?” she asked a little snappy as she didn’t recognize the caller.
“Mom?” Claire asked insecure. She heard her mother let out a deep sigh of relief.
“Thank God, it’s you” Amelia said. “Is everything okay with you?”
“I’m fine” Claire replied.
“Okay, I’m going to pick you up” Amelia continued.
“No, Sam and Dean will give me a ride home” Claire said, trying to save her mother the trouble.
“Sam and Dean are with you? Did they hurt you?” Amelia asked nervous.
“No, mom, they saved me” Claire reassured her.
“Can I get one of them on the phone?” Amelia requested and a second later she was talking to Sam. “I lied, okay?” she cut to the chase. “I did see Jimmy, but after Meg’s threats he disappeared and I have no idea where he is now. There’s something wrong with him. He’s sick or something. He’s not himself… I think I need your help. But first I have to find him”
The door of the motel room opened for the third time that night and Jimmy appeared in the doorway.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Amelia” Sam said slow. “He’s right here” He heard Amelia hang up and assumed she was on her way.
“Dad?” Claire asked careful. Jimmy turned his head to her and cast her a glance that could’ve turned her into ice if such thing were possible. “You’re not my dad” Claire concluded shivering.
“Cas?” Meg asked hopeful. The man nodded and Meg walked to him. She shut the door and took Cas’ hands in hers. “You’re freezing” she gasped.
“How did you regain control?” Dean wanted to know.
“That doesn’t matter” Meg reproached Dean.
“What happened to Jimmy?” Dean ignored Meg.
“Shut up, Dean, we can do this tomorrow” Meg snapped, but Cas jerked his hands. He walked to Dean and Sam and looked from one brother to the other.
“You know what they say. Two’s a party” Cas said slow and dark. “Three’s a crowd”
Heather supported Meg as they walked to the ICU. As soon as they headed for the door, the guard stepped closer to them.
“I cannot let you pass” he said strict. “Not unless you’re close family”
Meg looked desperate at Heather who pulled her shoulders. Meg looked back at the guard. She couldn’t believe what she was going to say, but she did anyway.
“I’m his girlfriend”
“Five minutes” the guard said and he opened the door. Heather let go of Meg; she knew she had to stay outside. The guard closed the door behind Meg and Heather walked to wall and leaned against it.
Meg shuffled...
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“What was it?” Meg asked sharp, forcing Cas to look at her by grabbing his shoulders. “What did Heather give you? If it’s something dangerous…You know medicine can kill you, don’t you? If you take too much of it”
Cas freed himself and turned around. “Yes, I know that. I am not stupid” he snapped, while he rubbed his fingers. “I don’t know what Heather gave me. All I know is that the pain is gone and isn’t that exactly what we wanted?”
“Well, if you don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave...
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Meg took a bite from the waffle and frowned. “Did you put chocolate in it?” she asked, looking up at Cas.
“Yeah, Anna told me you liked it as a human and since you’re human again…” Cas explained. “I wanted to do something nice for you”
“Hmm” Meg said, taking another bite from her waffle. “Seems to me that you’re trying to make up for something”
Cas bit his lip and sat down. He took Meg’s hand. “Yeah, I’ve been…quite a jerk to you yesterday. But…the pain…it was really bad” he tried to explain.
Meg pulled her hand away. “Yeah, I get it” she answered a...
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The next morning.
Cas opened the door of his bedroom and saw Meg sitting on the floor, sleeping. He bent through his knees and picked her up. He carried her through the hallway and walked into her room. There he lay her down on the bed and covered her with the sheets. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Then he turned around and left, going back to his room. He took the sheets and rolled them in a ball, taking them downstairs to the laundry. He had no idea how to work with a washer, but there was a manual, so maybe if he’d read extra careful, he might figure it out.
It took him five...
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Cas was sitting on the hospital table and the doctor was doing some basic examinations. Checking his eyes, checking his ears, checking his throat, taking his blood pressure, listening to his heart.
“Seems all very normal, Mr. Novak” Dr. Spencer said. “So, you’re not feeling very well” he continued and he was going to say more, when Cas interrupted him.
“Do you think I’d be here if I were feeling good?” he snapped demeaning.
“Cas!” Meg hissed between her teeth. “Don’t be such a jerk”
“We’re not supposed to be here” Cas objected hostile. “Anna gave us the specific...
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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....
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Meg was sleeping on the couch. She was so bored she had fallen asleep. She abruptly woke up when someone was banging the door and she had to get up.
“What?” she asked grumpy when she saw Anna standing in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” she asked as she entered the motel room. Meg raised her eyebrows as she closed the door. “We need to talk” Anna said casual. “You probably wonder why I didn’t fly into your motel room”
“Not really, no” Meg commented slowly. “What do we have to talk about?” she asked slightly nervous. Now that she was a human, angels really scared the crap...
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Stefan looked around him. Rebekah had brought him to a party for which they weren’t invited. But she had used her charms to have the owner of the house to invite them in. “What are we doing here?”
“Doing groceries” Rebekah replied. She let her eyes glide over the guests as if she was comparing products.
“I have blood bags” Stefan said. Rebekah gave him a disgusted look. “I’m not eating deep fried food. I prefer it to be fresh. Sure you agree”
“Blood is blood” Stefan said.
“There” Rebekah pointed at the corner left from Stefan. “He looks yummy”
“Rebekah” Stefan...
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Sam was sitting at Dean’s death bed, when the door opened and Ellen walked in. Sam was lost in grief, so he didn’t hear her. It wasn’t until she lay her hand on his shoulder that he looked up.
“Ellen?” he said confused. He hadn’t thought about calling anyone, so why was she here? “Did Cas call you?” he asked, though he knew that couldn’t be the case.
“No” Ellen said numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little more strength in her voice, she said: “That bitch shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...
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It was close to midnight and Zoey had buried Daphne’s body in the garden. She hadn’t meant to shoot Dean Winchester, but if he was dead, all the better for her. The less people that were in her and Cas’ way, the better.
Of course it would take Cas some time to forgive her, but their love would survive it. She hadn’t want to kill her sister, either, but there simply was no other way. Zoey was certain that wherever Daphne was now, she would understand. Daphne was at piece. She was with Martin, the most important person in her life.
And Zoey would be with Cas and then they would raise...
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Sam was back at Rufus’ cabin. He walked back to the table where he lit the three candles. He picked up the knife and cut his arm. The blood dripped in the bowl that was still standing in the center of the table. He struck a match a threw it in the bowl and the flames rose up.
At first nothing happened.
“Crowley, get down here! Before I get angry!” Sam yelled furious.
“Alright, alright, don’t lose your head” Crowley said. He appeared behind Sam and Sam quickly turned around. Crowley looked at his watch. “I give you two minutes. Make them count”
“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked insisting....
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Cas sank down on the bed. How was he supposed to find this Macky-person if he didn’t know where he lived or how he looked? Why didn’t Daphne ask the address? She must’ve been really upset with him.
He walked downstairs, just in time to see Daphne throwing the waffles in the garbage bin. “What are you doing? Meg made those waffles for me…and you”
Daphne looked up. “And we all know what happens when Meg starts handing out food. Have you forgotten what happened to Zoey and me?” she snapped.
“I’m sorry” Cas said soft. “I’m going to find that man. Will you be okay, here?”...
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Jack walked the steps to his front door and opened it. As he hung his coat on the coat rack he shouted: “Darling, I’m home!”
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking dinner for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came home from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m...
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“He’s a cop, Zoey!” Daphne exclaimed. “What else do you need?”
“I’m sorry, D, I wasn’t thinking” Zoey said.
Cas was sitting at the kitchen table watching Daphne and Zoey arguing.
“Perhaps it might be better if I would find another place to stay” he suggested. Zoey rotated her head to him.
“Finally something smart coming out of your mouth” she said. “You know what? Get up, I’ll drive you myself”
Cas stood up, but Daphne walked to him and pushed him on the chair again.
“You’re not going anywhere” she said sharp.
Zoey took a deep breath. “Maybe we should...
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Daphne put the key into the lock and opened the door of her house. She entered and Cas followed her inside. Zoey had come by at the hospital with some clothes, on Daphne’s request.
Daphne entered the kitchen and wasn’t surprised to see her sister sitting there.
“Hi” Zoey said, looking up from her laptop. “I see you brought Mister I don’t have a name home”
Daphne gave her sister a ‘cut it off’ look. “Zoey’s staying here for a few days” she explained to Cas. “She and Gerard are divorced and Alexia, my adorable niece, is staying with her father for the time being. Zoey...
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The nurse opened the door and pushed the wheelchair into the room. Daphne was sitting on the bed and at the table there was an officer standing.
“I would like to ask your patient a few questions” he cut to the chase.
“I’m not sure my patient is physically or mentally strong enough to answer any” the doctor said, while entering the room.
“I feel fine” Cas mumbled.
“Well, you heard him. He’s peachy. Please leave the room” the officer said with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere” Daphne said stubborn.
“That’s okay” the officer said with a smug look. He rotated...
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Half an hour passed by where Cas stared at the ceiling and Dean tried to talk to him. The door opened and Meg entered.
“It’s my turn” she said difficult. Dean pretended not to hear her and stayed where he was. But Cas had heard Meg’s voice and lifted up his head. He cast Dean a begging look and tried to free his hand again. But it was as if their hands were glued on to each other’s. Sam grabbed Dean’s wrist and separated the two.
“Come on, we’ll wait outside” he said and he dragged Dean out of the room.
Meg walked towards the bed and crawled next to Cas. Cas searched for her...
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“Is it better yet?” Meg asked careful, knowing better. Some cold water and cream weren’t going to help. Cas needed medical attention.
Cas shook his head, trying really hard to keep it together. “No” he said difficult. “I need a doctor”
“We can’t take you to a doctor, Cas. Everyone out there is looking for you” Meg explained remorseful.
“Then get Anna here” Cas panted. “She can heal people”
Now that Cas had said it Meg could slap herself. Why hadn’t she thought of that herself? She looked at the ceiling and called for the angel.
“Why are you calling me?” Anna...
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Dean held his hands tightly against his ears, but Cas’ screeching still found its way in. The door opened and Meg appeared.
“Sam needs you in there. He wants to try again” she said with heavy voice. She walked past him to the bathroom.
Dean entered the room and froze at the sight of Cas’ mutilated body.
“Are you with me, Dean?” Sam asked sharp. Dean inhaled deeply through his nose.
“Let’s just get it over with” he replied.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica...”...
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Cas opened the buttons on Frederik’s shirt. He placed the sword against the right side of his chest.
“Let’s play a game” he whispered. “I’ll call it the pot calling the kettle black” He pierced the point of the sword into Frederik’s flesh and started forming a letter. “You thought I did something. I was found innocent. The so-called victim clearly stated I did not do what you accuse me off. And yet you believed I was guilty and so you took matters in own hands. You punished me for my crime” He put the letter on the cabinet and started a new letter. “And now I’ll punish...
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