On the head of a pin

Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t toi hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t toi recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he a dit breathless. “How did toi find me? What are toi doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need toi to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.

Meg opened the door of a motel room and helped Cas inside. She guided him to the single lit and put him down. She gently pushed him down and he opened his eyes a little. She walked to the bathroom and dampened a towel.
She walked back into the room and sank down on the bed. Unlike Meg’s Cas’ clothes hadn’t been restored. Meg opened the ruined and bloodstained hospital chemise and dabbed his wounds with the towel.
Cas groaned from pain.
“You don’t have to do this” he a dit weak. “I will heal eventually”
“I know” Meg a dit absent-minded. She stared at Cas’ body. Even with all the cuts he still looked…jumpable.
“But thanks for the gesture” Cas a dit with a weak smile.
Meg continued nursing his injuries. “You know” she said. “If I was still human, I’d fall for you”
Cas gave her another weak smile, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“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.

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 toi were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could toi get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sûr, sans danger distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless toi do something. Personally, I don’t care if toi killed that man ou 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 toi do the right thing, then I guarantee toi Dean and I will never try to kill toi again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do toi want me to do?” she asked.