Cas parked the stolen car in front of their house.
“Home sweet home” he a dit softly and smiled at Meg, who smiled back nervously. He got out of the car and walked to the front door.
After a few secondes Meg followed him, but still kept her distance. Cas opened the door and stopped Meg from going in.
“There’s someone here. I can feel it” he whispered baleful. He grabbed Meg’s wrist and pulled her along. “Hello?” he called, but no one answered. Then he heard someone strike a match and he pushed Meg away.
The suivant moment he was surrounded par a holy cercle and the feu illuminated the room.
“Welcome home, Cas” Dean a dit dark.
“What are toi doing?” Cas asked confused, looking from Dean to Sam. Sam turned to Meg.
“Thanks for the tip” he said. Meg felt Cas’ eyes on her, but she didn’t dare looking up.
“You sold me out” he realized disgusted. “Why would toi do that?”
“I had no choice. You’re not jouer la comédie like yourself” Meg replied trembling.
“What makes toi think that? The fact that I killed a bunch of useless people?”
“No” Meg said, looking up. “The fact that toi called me sweetie tonight”
“What’s wrong with that? I give toi a nickname and toi call the fun police?”
“Cas never calls me sweetie” Meg explained.