Dean was wandering through the aisles of the police station. He had no idea where to find Cas, but fortunately a helpful police officer walked his direction.
“What are toi doing here? toi can’t just walk around here” he a dit a little mad.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Castiel Novak. They a dit it was okay, but now I’m kind of lost” Dean explained.
The officer sighed. “Actually Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to have prisoners” he started. “But since he’s being transferred tomorrow morning, I suppose it can’t hurt”
The officer explained where Cas’ cell was. “Usually we bring the prisoner to the visiting room, but in Novak’s case, we’d prefer to keep him behind bars as long as possible” He walked Dean around a few corners and then finally stopped at an aisle.
“Go ahead” he nodded. “I’ll be staying here. Please, make it quick. I’m breaking a lot of rules here” Dean promised he’d hurry and he ran through the aisle until he found the cell Cas was locked in. Cas was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his legs stretched and his head hanging sideward. He looked really pale and he sweated.
“Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas didn’t react.
“Cas!” Dean called. When Cas maintained his lifeless position Dean turned to the police officer. “I think something’s wrong”
The officer walked to the cell and opened it.
“Get up, Novak. You’re friend’s here” he a dit and he kicked Cas’ leg softly. Cas still didn’t montrer any sign of life and so the officer kneeled. “Novak, stop playing games” he a dit sharp and threatening.
Cas slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked weak.
“That’s what I’d like to know” Dean replied obvious.
“Dean” Cas smiled breathless. “You came” He frowned and he touched his belly. When he withdrew his hands they were covered in blood.
“What the hell?” Dean slightly panicked.
The officer lifted up Cas’ chemise and revealed an image one doesn’t get to see every day. Cas’ entire upper body was pierced with razor blades.
“What are toi doing here? toi can’t just walk around here” he a dit a little mad.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Castiel Novak. They a dit it was okay, but now I’m kind of lost” Dean explained.
The officer sighed. “Actually Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to have prisoners” he started. “But since he’s being transferred tomorrow morning, I suppose it can’t hurt”
The officer explained where Cas’ cell was. “Usually we bring the prisoner to the visiting room, but in Novak’s case, we’d prefer to keep him behind bars as long as possible” He walked Dean around a few corners and then finally stopped at an aisle.
“Go ahead” he nodded. “I’ll be staying here. Please, make it quick. I’m breaking a lot of rules here” Dean promised he’d hurry and he ran through the aisle until he found the cell Cas was locked in. Cas was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his legs stretched and his head hanging sideward. He looked really pale and he sweated.
“Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas didn’t react.
“Cas!” Dean called. When Cas maintained his lifeless position Dean turned to the police officer. “I think something’s wrong”
The officer walked to the cell and opened it.
“Get up, Novak. You’re friend’s here” he a dit and he kicked Cas’ leg softly. Cas still didn’t montrer any sign of life and so the officer kneeled. “Novak, stop playing games” he a dit sharp and threatening.
Cas slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked weak.
“That’s what I’d like to know” Dean replied obvious.
“Dean” Cas smiled breathless. “You came” He frowned and he touched his belly. When he withdrew his hands they were covered in blood.
“What the hell?” Dean slightly panicked.
The officer lifted up Cas’ chemise and revealed an image one doesn’t get to see every day. Cas’ entire upper body was pierced with razor blades.
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.