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Dean parked the Impala on the driveway and walked to Cas and Meg’s house. Sam helped the priest get out and they followed Dean to the house.
They walked upstairs to Cas and Meg’s room. Dean walked in first and swallowed when he saw Cas had gotten even weaker. They were barely on time.
The priest held his steps when he recognized Cas’ face.
“What’s the problem?” Sam wondered behind the priest.
“That’s Castiel Novak” the priest started.
“Yeah” Dean a dit obvious.
“Though when I first met him, on his wedding day, he went par Emmanuel. He pretended not to know who he was. It all makes perfect sense now. He couldn’t reveal his cover” the priest continued. He turned to Sam. “I can’t help him”
“What? Why not?” Dean grumbled.
“I’ll say it different. I won’t help him” the priest clarified, cautiously avoiding the Devil’s stare. Lucifer had jerked his head up as soon as he’d sensed the priest’ presence. “Zoey and Daphne were good people, until he came in their lives”
“Zoey tried to kill Cas, because she was obsessed with him” Dean hissed furious.
“Zoey was happily married to Gerard and they had a little girl. Why would she give that up? No, Emmanuel ou Castiel ou whatever his name is, probably tried to abuse and kill her and Zoey defended herself. But it didn’t make any difference, because soon after she was killed anyway”
“You’re lying” Dean replied cold.
“Am I now?” the priest a dit and he turned at Lucifer.
Lucifer’s eyes grew and he conjured a big smile. “He’s telling the truth. When toi were dead, poor little Cassie was so upset that he went straight to Zoey. He broke her hand, drove his hand through her stomach and then snapped her neck. Let’s face it, she had it coming” He leaned backwards again, knowing how much pain it would cause Cas.
“If your friend is being possessed par the Devil, then it’s a punishment from God and I can’t interfere” the priest continued.
“By all means” Lucifer threw in. “I don’t mind staying in here, until Cassie breaks”
Meg stood and headed to the priest. “If Cas dies, his blood will be on your hands”
For some reason that sentence put some sense into the priest. He pressed his lips and turned to Dean. “I’m going to need a copy of the Bible. And I need all of toi to leave the room”
Without a word, Meg ran out the room to get a Bible. She had seen a copy on the closet when she first came here, the night when she had sex for money. She walked to the closet and opened. She threw out the livres until she found a small, thick book. She clenched it as if it was her most valuable possession and speeded back to their bedroom. She handed the book to the priest and signaled for the brothers to follow her outside.
Sam went willingly. The sooner they were out, the priest could start the exorcism. Dean, however, was a lot plus reluctant. The priest had changed his mind a little too sudden. What if instead of killing Lucifer, he was going to kill Cas? Like, two flies in one hit.
“I will not kill him” the priest declared fierce. “It’s not in my hands to decide who lives ou dies. I will see if I can…postpone this man’s inevitable fate any longer”
Sam grabbed Dean’s sleeve and dragged him out of the room. As soon as the door shut the priest heard a ripping sound.
“You know what I think is funny?” Lucifer said, while he jerked his hands. “How two losers who claim to be such good hunters, can be so foolish to believe that they can hold me back with some canard tape”, he removed the tape off his hands and dropped it on the floor, “and some silly drawing” He stood and walked from under the Key of Solomon.
The priest opened his book and read some verses aloud, while aiming the traverser, croix around his neck at Lucifer.
“Maybe that’s enough to capture demons ou even Crowley, but not me. I’m the fucking Devil, for Satan’s sake! I don’t get caught so easily” Lucifer continued his words and his steps. When he came face to face with the priest he scoffed at the traverser, croix and ripped it off his neck. He tossed it in a corner, where it broke. He grabbed the priest’s hands and pinched them until he dropped the book. Lucifer bowed vers l'avant, vers l’avant and whispered in his ear: “Do toi know what Cas is saying right now? He says thank you. He’s thanking me for torturing a body that’s not his for a change”
The priest screamed as Lucifer broke both his hands.
Alarmed, Sam and Dean tried to get inside, but the door was stuck.
When they finally got in, both the priest and Cas were lying on the floor, in a puddle of blood.
Meg dropped the paper-knife and hurried back to Cas. He was still conscious, but he looked very pale and he had trouble keeping his eyes open. Meg slapped him softly in the face to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep.
“Get dressed” Anna said. She threw some clothes at Meg and then stepped to Cas. She bent through her knees and touched his forehead. “He’s burning up again”
“He’s getting sick again?” Meg asked, trying not to sound worried, while she put on the clothes had donné her.
Anna nodded. “Apparently human life is very hard for him. Seems like he can’t take a lot”...
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Meg pressed the cloche, bell of a big, fancy house. Whoever owned the place was eager to meet her, because Meg had barely withdraw her finger when the door opened.
“Good evening, toi must be April” the man said. “Come in” He stepped aside and Meg entered. She took of her manteau and the man swallowed. She was wearing a little black dress with a deep décolleté and the dress barely covered her butt.
“Eh…can I offer toi a drink?” the man suggested.
“No” Meg refused. She wanted this to get over with. “Can we just get to it?”
“Yeah, of course” the man agreed. “My name is Brad,...
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Meg was sitting in front of the mirror in the bathroom of Dorothy’s apartment. She was putting up makeup when the door opened and a woman came in.
“Hi” she a dit as she walked towards her. “My name’s Heather” she introduced herself and she pulled a chair and sat down. “I hear it’s your first night. How are toi feeling? Are toi nervous?”
“No” Meg said. “Maybe, I don’t know”
“You’ve had sex before, right?” Heather checked.
“Yeah, of course” Meg responded.
“Okay” Heather a dit relieved. “This is not a way to lose your virginity”
“Are toi trying to give me some kind of pep talk?” Meg asked.
“Yes” Heather admitted. “And to give toi this” She put something in Meg’s hands. Meg opened her hand and looked at the white pill. “To get toi through your first night”
“I take it it’s not an aspirin” Meg commenté sarcastically. She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed.
Anna was standing outside, waiting for Kevin to montrer up. She had called him and she knew he could hear her. So it was just a matter of time and good will until he answered her.
“I was wondering when you’d be reaching out” Kevin a dit from behind the angel. Anna quickly turned around.
“Do toi know why I’m here?” she asked.
“I have a suspicion” Kevin replied. “Does it involve a tablet?”
“You can keep the tablet, but toi can’t stay with Crowley. It’s dangerous. Whatever he promised you, he’s lying about it. He’s a demon, the moment toi cease to be of use, you’re...
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Crowley and Balthazar were standing opposite each other. Balthazar had summoned Crowley to have a one on one chat about Kevin.
“You must possess an incredible amount of nerve to meet me here on your own” Crowley a dit mundane.
“We’re kind of short on angels” Balthazar replied. “I know your time’s precious, so is mine, so let me cut to the chase, shall I?”
“Please” Crowley answered uninterested.
“You have something that belongs to us” Balthazar started.
“You mean the tablet?” Crowley asked with raised eyebrows. “Or Kevin?”
“Both” Balthazar answered.
“And you...
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Meg opened the door of her motel room to let Cas in. Cas widened his eyes. “Did toi paint your hair?” he asked, glaring at the blonde wisps on Meg’s head.
“No, I woke up like this” Meg replied sarcastically. “The correct term is ‘dye’, par the way” She walked back into the motel and Cas followed her.
“I like it. It’s shorter, but I like it” Cas a dit and he reached for Meg’s hair, but she pulled away.
“So, eh, why are toi here? I thought you’d moved back in with Dean and Sam” Meg asked casual, while she consciously tried to avoid looking at Cas. “You two lovebirds...
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One week later.

Whatever it was that had made Cas so ill, it looked like it was gone now. Anna had been right. He didn’t need their help. Still it had been terrifying for Sam and Dean to see their friend suffering like that and not being able to help.
But Cas’ condition had made Dean set a few things in motion. He and Sam had been to the city hall at night, when the place was empty, and Sam had broken into the computer to make some legal papers for Cas.
“This is your ID” Dean a dit when he handed the ID card to Cas. “Your last name is Novak. Hope toi don’t mind”
Cas accepted the...
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Sam opened the door to their motel room and then hurried back to Dean. They carried Cas inside and laid him on the bed.
“I’ll get something cold” Sam a dit and he ran into the kitchen. Dean opened the upper buttons of Cas’ chemise as Sam came back with a cold and wet washcloth. He laid it on Cas’ forehead and Cas shivered.
“Cas?” Dean frowned scared, but Cas’ eyes remained shut. Dean looked helplessly at Sam.
“Maybe it’s the organs” Sam suggested. “You know, his kidneys ou his liver. Maybe his body can’t adjust to them very well”
“Then why didn’t he get sick before?...
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Dean, Cas and Sam were standing in an open field. There was a low mur at the end of the field and Sam had placed some cans on it.
Dean showed Cas how to prepare a gun and then made a few shots at the cans. He didn’t miss one.
“You’re really good at this” Cas a dit admiring. Dean handed the weapon to him. “Your turn”, he said, when Sam had put the cans back and stepped away from the mur as far as possible. He didn’t really trust Cas with a gun.
Cas aimed the gun at the walls and fired and missed.
“I think toi just killed a tree” Sam joked. “If I were you, I’d hide for...
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The suivant morning.
Cas woke up on the canapé of Meg’s motel. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Light shone through the curtains and Cas stood up and walked to them to open them. Dean’s Impala was parked across the street.
Meg ticked on the side windows of Dean’s car and Dean jumped up. He frowned and blinked to remember where he was. When he did, he turned the window down.
“What are toi doing here so early?” Meg asked.
“What’s in the bag?” Dean nodded at the small paper bag Meg was holding in her right hand.
“Breakfast” Meg replied short.
“Thanks, toi shouldn’t have”...
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Dean entered the café Cas had left an heure ago. Cas had called him par using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back...
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Cas was sitting at a table, tableau in the corner of a café. He had sneaked out of the hospital shortly after Meg had left. Apparently Meg had donné Dean his number, because his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. But Cas didn’t want Dean’s company right now. He just wanted to be left alone.
Three men were lurking at him from the bar. Cas could feel their eyes on him and he looked up. They were mumbling to each other and if Cas had still been an Angel he would know what they were talking about. But now their whispered conversation remained a mystery to him.
He stood up and headed for the exit. He didn’t...
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Jo parked the car in front of a cheap looking motel. The lights flickered, the windows were no longer see through and above the entrance there was a damaged board that once spelled the word ‘WELCOME’, but due to age and neglect only the first three letters were still readable.
“This is the best I could find” Jo said. She had find it a better idea if she had been the one taking Meg away. Dean and Meg in the same l’espace was never a good idea, even if he did save her life.
“It’s good enough for me” Meg commented. She loosened her seatbelt and wanted to step out.
“Hang on” Jo said...
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Cas carried Meg to the lit and lay her down. He removed her sweater and held his breath. On the place Kevin had hit there was a big gap and Meg was losing blood on a rapid pace. Cas turned to Dean, begging for help.
Dean looked down at the badly injured ex-demon. Meg had done countless of evil things. She deserved to die like this. The wound would get infected, she’d get a fever, and then she would die.
“Dean, do something!” Cas yelled desperate.
Dean rotated his head to his best friend, who leaned forward.
“She’s not breathing” Cas panicked.
Another few crucial secondes passed by...
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Sam, Jo and Ellen were standing around Dean’s lit in the mortuary. There was a book where people could write down their condolences, but since Dean didn’t know that many people, the book would be as good as empty.
Jo took Dean’s hand and brought it to her lips. She kissed his fingers, while tears rolled over her face. Then something magnificent happened. Dean pinched Jo’s hand.
“Dean?” Jo a dit breathless. Sam and Ellen looked up at Dean. They saw his eyelids déplacer and slowly they opened.
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. Dean blinked his eyes and sat up. He looked around. “Where the hell...
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Cas took Ellen’s arm and disappeared. He landed in the ICU, suivant to Jo’s bed.
“Warn me if someone’s coming. I don’t know how long this will take” Cas a dit dispassionately. Ellen nodded and walked to the door. She opened it and walked outside.
Cas sank down on the lit and lay his hands on both Jo’s temples. He closed his eyes and prayed for Jo to open her eyes.
And she did. At first everything was a blur. She reached out her hand and touched Cas’ face. “Dean?” she mumbled weak. When Cas’ face became clearer she withdrew her hand. “I’m sorry”
Cas didn’t reply, but...
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Zoey knocked the door of the motel room. She had seen Dean leave a minute ago. He probably went to the blonde girl she just shot.
“Cas? Can toi open the door?” she asked sweet.
Cas rotated his head and looked at the door.
“Please, Cas? I just want to talk” Zoey a dit slow.
Cas looked at the lit suivant to him, but Meg had fallen asleep. Lucky her, Cas thought.
“Cas, I have Dean and I have a gun. Open the door now”
Cas’ eyes widened in fear and he slowly came out of bed.
“I’m…I’m coming” he stammered. “Don’t kill him” He held his stomach, his injuries were still not completely...
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Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her Angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are toi going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess toi should call him” Zoey a dit and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed par her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
Cas groaned from the pain. His injuries healed very slowly and he failed to stay strong.
“I’m sorry, Dean” Cas sobbed as tears rolled over his face. “I don’t want to be a baby, but it hurts so much”
“It’s okay” Dean said. “Just hang in there. It’ll all be over soon”
“Make it stop” Cas begged. He coughed and threw up blood again.
Dean frowned scared. “What can I do? Tell me what I should do, Cas”
But Cas closed his eyes.
“Don’t die, okay?” Dean a dit afraid. “You can’t. There’s still so much we have to do. I’m going to teach toi how to drive the Impala...
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“Daphne? It’s time to let me go” Martin a dit soft.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to déplacer on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would montrer up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let toi go? Aren’t toi supposed to walk into the light ou something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. toi have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin a dit bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.