Dean walked inside a diner. He was hungry, so he’d have some hamburgers and a beer. He walked to a table, tableau and signaled at the waitress. She froze when she saw him, but walked to him anyway.
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss commenté softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten minutes later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean a dit flirty. “Why don’t toi sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace a dit with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few plus minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the siège opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to montrer any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a coup de poing at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two plus officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if toi try to escape” one of them a dit loud and clear. “Think very hard about your suivant move”
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss commenté softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten minutes later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean a dit flirty. “Why don’t toi sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace a dit with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few plus minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the siège opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to montrer any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a coup de poing at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two plus officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if toi try to escape” one of them a dit loud and clear. “Think very hard about your suivant move”
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.