If Dean and Sam had hoped Cas would be in a better mood after putting some nourriture in his stomach, their hopes were now buried very deep into the ground. After finishing his lunch he threw his plastic plate on the floor.
“Why did toi do that?” Sam hissed, as he leaned to the floor to pick up the garbage. Cas shrugged. “You’re jouer la comédie really odd, Castiel. Has anyone told you?” Sam a dit a little annoyed. Cas shrugged again. “Stop…shrugging. If this is about Meg, then just tell me”
“I don’t have to tell toi anything” Cas replied with his gravelle voice. He stood and as Sam wanted...
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