“What was it?” Meg asked sharp, forcing Cas to look at her par grabbing his shoulders. “What did Heather give you? If it’s something dangerous…You know medicine can kill you, don’t you? If toi 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 toi don’t know then I guess I’ll have to ask someone who does” Meg replied cold. She turned around and wanted to leave the cuisine when Cas gripped her arm.
“No, wait” he a dit quickly. “There was a syringe. She injected me with something”
“With what?” Meg asked, getting angry now. She hated Cas for being so secretive to her.
“I don’t know!” Cas exclaimed. He hated Meg for not believing him. Right after that he grabbed his head and groaned.
“What’s the matter?” Meg frowned.
“The pain. It’s back” Cas explained moaning. He looked up at Meg. “You have to call Heather and tell her to come as soon as possible”
Meg stared at Cas for a full minute, then slowly shook her head. “No” she replied softly and she staggered backwards. “I am not calling Heather. Not until I know what the hell she gave you” she ended, sounding a little terrified.
“What?” Cas said. “You can’t do this. I’m dying here. toi have to call her”
Meg shook her head again, heavy this time. She ran out of the kitchen, grabbed her bourse, sac à main and keys on her way to the front door and rushed outside.
Cas tried to open the door, but found it locked. “Meg! Open the door! Open the door now!” he shouted, banging on the door. “Let me out of here! Meg, when toi come back, I swear I will kill you!” he yelled, as he kept banging the door.