Castiel icones

“Cas?” Meg called from the living room in the mansion. She was standing suivant to the corpse of the owner of the mansion.
Cas stumbled upstairs and came into the living room. He fell backwards against the mur and sank down on the carpet.
Meg quickly ran towards him and bent through her knees. She took his hands and noticed the blood on his hands. “Are toi hurt?”
Cas shook his head. “No” he a dit out of breath. “It’s not my blood. It’s Frederik’s and Marcus’s” He looked at Meg, terrified.
Meg swallowed. “Did toi kill them?” she asked, though she already knew the answer....

Cas examined the rectangle he had found on the floor of his cell. There had been a note on it. ‘A present from Meg. Use it when toi need me’
A strange warmth filled Cas’ cœur, coeur as he read the note over and over again as if it were a l’amour letter. Somewhere behind all that tough jouer la comédie Meg cared for him. He knew that now and when he got out he would find her and convince her to give him another chance. He wouldn’t be so needy anymore, he wouldn’t…chase her like a Lost puppy.
“I’m starting to think someone wrote a novel on that small piece of paper” a British voice said.
Cas looked...