Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need toi to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commenté offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the lit and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. toi can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather a dit hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did toi give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like toi asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the mallette, porte-documents and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the mallette, porte-documents out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather a dit sharp. “Go do something. Maybe toi can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need toi to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commenté offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the lit and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are toi doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. toi can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather a dit hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did toi give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like toi asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the mallette, porte-documents and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the mallette, porte-documents out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather a dit sharp. “Go do something. Maybe toi can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me toi were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could toi get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sûr, sans danger distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless toi do something. Personally, I don’t care if toi killed that man ou not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If toi do the right thing, then I guarantee toi Dean and I will never try to kill toi again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do toi want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me toi were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could toi get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a sûr, sans danger distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless toi do something. Personally, I don’t care if toi killed that man ou not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If toi do the right thing, then I guarantee toi Dean and I will never try to kill toi again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do toi want me to do?” she asked.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five an old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of château Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam a dit fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean a dit disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean a dit and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five an old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of château Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam a dit fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean a dit disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean a dit and Sam heard him lock the door.