Half an heure passed par where Cas stared at the ceiling and Dean tried to talk to him. The door opened and Meg entered.
“It’s my turn” she a dit difficult. Dean pretended not to hear her and stayed where he was. But Cas had heard Meg’s voice and lifted up his head. He cast Dean a begging look and tried to free his hand again. But it was as if their hands were glued on to each other’s. Sam grabbed Dean’s wrist and separated the two.
“Come on, we’ll wait outside” he a dit and he dragged Dean out of the room.
Meg walked towards the lit and crawled suivant to Cas. Cas searched for her...
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