“Dean!” Sam exclaimed when he saw Dean sitting on the floor, his hands tied. He kneeled and freed his older brother.
“I’m going to kill him!” Dean snapped.
“What happened?” Sam asked frowning.
“Cas has gone crazy. He attacked me. He’s totally nuts” Dean explained furious. He tried to calm himself par taking a few deep breaths.
“Dean, we have to find him. He’s not himself” Sam a dit sharp. “I’m going to start calling people”
“You’re not calling that demon” Dean replied in a threatening way. Sam, who didn’t know who else to call, put his phone away. “I’m going to call the cops and tell him someone a volé, étole the Impala. If they can track down the car, we might be able to find Cas”
“Yeah, alright” Sam nodded.
Cas was injecting himself with heroin, while Isabel and Heather were downstairs.
Isabel got up and conjured her phone.
“What are toi doing?” Heather asked nervous.
“I’m calling the cops” Isabel responded determined.
“No!” Heather yelled. Then, softer: “If they know I keep drugs in my house, they’ll put me in jail”
“You have a better idea, genius?” Isabel asked snarky.
“I know who we have to call” Heather nodded and she took her own phone, dialing Meg’s number. “You’re boyfriend’s here” she a dit before Meg could say anything. “He has a gun and he’s looking for drugs. I think he has a serious death wish, so unless toi want to see him wither and die, I suggest toi hurry the hell up”
Meg hung up and dialed Dean’s number, hoping Dean wouldn’t be so stubborn to ignore her. But of course he was. She cursed and dialed Sam’s number.
“Meg?” Sam asked, Dean shooting him an irritated glance. “What?...And where does Heather live?...Okay, thanks”
He ended the conversation and looked at Dean. “Cas is at Heather’s, looking for drugs. He has a gun and he’s keeping Heather hostage”
“Okay, let’s go” Dean replied and he ran downstairs, Sam following him. They walked outside and Dean walked to the first car they came across with. “Keep an eye on the street”
Sam obeyed and Dean forced the lock of the car. They got in the car and Dean pulled a few threads to get the car started. They drove away, when a man came out of his house, witnessing his car being stolen.
“I’m going to kill him!” Dean snapped.
“What happened?” Sam asked frowning.
“Cas has gone crazy. He attacked me. He’s totally nuts” Dean explained furious. He tried to calm himself par taking a few deep breaths.
“Dean, we have to find him. He’s not himself” Sam a dit sharp. “I’m going to start calling people”
“You’re not calling that demon” Dean replied in a threatening way. Sam, who didn’t know who else to call, put his phone away. “I’m going to call the cops and tell him someone a volé, étole the Impala. If they can track down the car, we might be able to find Cas”
“Yeah, alright” Sam nodded.
Cas was injecting himself with heroin, while Isabel and Heather were downstairs.
Isabel got up and conjured her phone.
“What are toi doing?” Heather asked nervous.
“I’m calling the cops” Isabel responded determined.
“No!” Heather yelled. Then, softer: “If they know I keep drugs in my house, they’ll put me in jail”
“You have a better idea, genius?” Isabel asked snarky.
“I know who we have to call” Heather nodded and she took her own phone, dialing Meg’s number. “You’re boyfriend’s here” she a dit before Meg could say anything. “He has a gun and he’s looking for drugs. I think he has a serious death wish, so unless toi want to see him wither and die, I suggest toi hurry the hell up”
Meg hung up and dialed Dean’s number, hoping Dean wouldn’t be so stubborn to ignore her. But of course he was. She cursed and dialed Sam’s number.
“Meg?” Sam asked, Dean shooting him an irritated glance. “What?...And where does Heather live?...Okay, thanks”
He ended the conversation and looked at Dean. “Cas is at Heather’s, looking for drugs. He has a gun and he’s keeping Heather hostage”
“Okay, let’s go” Dean replied and he ran downstairs, Sam following him. They walked outside and Dean walked to the first car they came across with. “Keep an eye on the street”
Sam obeyed and Dean forced the lock of the car. They got in the car and Dean pulled a few threads to get the car started. They drove away, when a man came out of his house, witnessing his car being stolen.
Cas kicked the door of their bedroom open. Daphne was sitting on haut, retour au début of Mitch.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne a dit with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are toi doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are toi completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, toi knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. toi go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne a dit with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are toi doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are toi completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, toi knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. toi go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
Countryster Taylor rapide, swift en zangeres Adele hebben zondag elk drie Awards gewonnen op de American musique Awards. rapide, swift werd uitgeroepen tot 'artiest van het jaar'.
De 21-jarige rapide, swift nam ook de Award 'beste countryzangeres' en 'beste country album' mee naar huis. Adele, die nog tot eind dit jaar herstelt van een keeloperatie, werd bekroond met de Awards voor 'beste Rock/pop album', 'beste vrouwelijk rock/pop artiest' en 'beste eigentijdse volwassen artiest'. Andere winnaars waren Nikcki Minaj, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Beyonce, Lady Antebellum en Maroon 5. Ook Katy Perry kreeg een beeldje. Zij is de eerste vrouwelijke artiest die vijf nummer 1-hits scoort met 1 album. (Belga / JDH)
De 21-jarige rapide, swift nam ook de Award 'beste countryzangeres' en 'beste country album' mee naar huis. Adele, die nog tot eind dit jaar herstelt van een keeloperatie, werd bekroond met de Awards voor 'beste Rock/pop album', 'beste vrouwelijk rock/pop artiest' en 'beste eigentijdse volwassen artiest'. Andere winnaars waren Nikcki Minaj, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Beyonce, Lady Antebellum en Maroon 5. Ook Katy Perry kreeg een beeldje. Zij is de eerste vrouwelijke artiest die vijf nummer 1-hits scoort met 1 album. (Belga / JDH)
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one par one.
He leaned against the cold, marble mur and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one par one.
He leaned against the cold, marble mur and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
