“Can toi believe this?” Dean exclaimed furious. “That’s what? The third time he a volé, étole my baby? What is wrong with him?”
He and Sam were walking down the rue and while Dean kept ranting on about how Cas was abusing his car, Sam remained rather quiet.
“What’s up with you?” Dean asked when he paused his venting for a moment.
“You didn’t go into that basement” Sam a dit dark.
“Why? What was there?” Dean demanded to know.
“Two men. Dead. One of them tortured and eaten par rats” Sam answered. “The other one stabbed to death”
Dean sighed and looked around to make sure no one was listening along.
“You think it’s Leviathan?” he asked Sam. Sam pulled his shoulders.
“I don’t know, Dean, but it sure as hell is something. Cas wouldn’t do that” he replied confident.
“Anna a dit she’d seen him cutting out letters from a man’s chest” Dean said. “What plus proof do toi need?”
“Then what do toi suggest? Hand him over to the police?” Sam asked.
“No. We’ll find him and lock him up, until we figure out what’s gotten into him” Dean responded.