Purgatory.
Dean was all alone. ou at least he hoped so. Cas had told him that this was where all evil things go after they die, but so far Dean hadn’t seen any and he hoped that it would stay that way until he found a way out. ‘Cause that was one thing he was certain of. He was going to get out of here and then he would find Cas and kill him.
How could Cas do this to him? Dean had forgiven him for his betrayal, he had donné him a seconde chance and what did Cas do to thank him? He left him at some dark place where he most likely would be ‘ripped to shreds’, to say it with Cas’ words....

He grabbed Daphne’s arm and dragged her to the sitting room. He pushed her down on the siège and tied her up. He looked around.
“Where do toi keep your towels?” he asked. He needed something to cover her mouth. Daphne kept her mouth shut and the demon hit her. “Guess, I’ll have to go find them myself”
He walked through the house until he found the kitchen. He opened all drawers and found the towels. He picked out a dark blue one and walked back to the sitting room. He walked behind Daphne and tied the towel around her cheeks.
“Hey, I saw toi made breakfast. toi wouldn’t mind,...

Cas and Alexia were sitting at the living table, playing Don’t lose your head and Cas was losing, when the cloche, bell rang.
“I think that’s the babysitter” Cas a dit and he stood up and walked to the front door. When he opened the door he saw a teenage girl. She was wearing a blue tank haut, retour au début and jeans. Her clothes stuck on her body from the rain. She was holding a rugsack over her head to avoid getting any wetter.
“Are toi going to let me in?” she a dit shivering. Cas stepped aside and let the girl in, after which he closed the door.
“Are toi Shannen?” he asked.
“Uhu” Shannen confirmed....

Just like the first time he’d had a patient Cas just needed to close his eyes and concentrate. When he opened his eyes he and Alexia were standing in front of a poor looking house.
“I don’t think the people that live here will have the money to pay you, uncle Emmanuel” Alexia a dit sad.
“I won’t ask for money” Cas replied. “The mother and her son can offer me their gratitude. That will be enough”
That cheered Alexia up. “You really are a good person, uncle Emmanuel”
Cas frowned. It seemed like Alexia was trying to convince him of that, but he didn’t know why. He walked...

His hand hurt so much he couldn’t speak.
“Can I speak with toi for a moment? Outside?” the female cop said. She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. As soon as the door closed she let him go.
“For God’s sake, it’s your first jour back. toi really going to ruin it now? Control yourself” she hissed. “Did toi hear what he said? He’s basically telling us that the poor woman had it coming” he snapped.
“I heard him, okay?” she said. Her face got a little softer. “Look, I know it’s hard, donné the circumstances, but toi have to keep it together”
“I know”
“How’s...

Cas sank down on the bed. How was he supposed to find this Macky-person if he didn’t know where he lived ou how he looked? Why didn’t Daphne ask the address? She must’ve been really upset with him.
He walked downstairs, just in time to see Daphne throwing the gaufres in the garbage bin. “What are toi doing? Meg made those gaufres for me…and you”
Daphne looked up. “And we all know what happens when Meg starts handing out food. Have toi forgotten what happened to Zoey and me?” she snapped.
“I’m sorry” Cas a dit soft. “I’m going to find that man. Will toi be okay, here?”...

Daphne opened the wardrobe and picked out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. She gave it to Cas. “We already know toi have the same size as my brother, so why not wear his clothes”
“Shouldn’t I have my own clothes?” Cas asked careful.
“We’re not going to spend money if it’s not really necessary” Daphne a dit reproachful. “Besides, you’re really not in a position to make demands”
Cas looked down, ashamed of his behavior. Then he looked up again. “You’re right. I’m sorry” he a dit and he put on the clothes.
Daphne’s phone rang and as she picked up she said: “Make the...

Cas walked downstairs, his suit in his arms, when he bumped into someone. “Watch out where you’re going” a slow, familiar and female voice said.
“What are toi doing here?” Cas asked.
“Saving you” Meg a dit smug. “I saw toi walking into the house and well, I know a thing ou two about weddings. No celebration before the ceremony. No seeing the bride before the ceremony. I bet your Daphne Dearest is now going all crazy”
“You shouldn’t be here” Cas said, looking around, hoping no one would see them together.
“You’re absolutely right” Meg nodded. “But neither should you....

Cas was cleaning up the mess the guests had left behind when he saw Daphne’s reflection in the mirror. He looked down and put the glasses in the sink.
“Emmanuel” Daphne a dit soft. Cas didn’t respond. “Emmanuel, look at me” Cas reluctantly turned around, but still didn’t look at her.
Daphne cupped his face, forcing him to look up. “Emmanuel, honey, I am so sorry for yelling at you. Please believe me”
The look in his eyes made her step back. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” she asked slowly. Cas didn’t answer that question.
“You should consider your actions before...

Two weeks later

Daphne was in the shower, Zoey was out and Cas was sitting at the breakfast table, tableau when the cloche, bell rang. Still in his dressing-gown and bare feet he opened the door and stared at two older people. The man had grey hair, a big nose, brown eyes and chubby cheeks. The woman had châtaigne, châtaignier hair, but that wasn’t her natural color. She had green eyes, a sharp face and thin lips.
“Are toi going to let us in?” the man said. His wife was a little too shocked par the fact that Cas wasn’t dressed yet.
“I can’t let strangers in” Cas said.
“Those are my parents, moron” Zoey said....

“He’s a cop, Zoey!” Daphne exclaimed. “What else do toi need?”
“I’m sorry, D, I wasn’t thinking” Zoey said.
Cas was sitting at the cuisine table, tableau watching Daphne and Zoey arguing.
“Perhaps it might be better if I would find another place to stay” he suggested. Zoey rotated her head to him.
“Finally something smart coming out of your mouth” she said. “You know what? Get up, I’ll drive toi myself”
Cas stood up, but Daphne walked to him and pushed him on the chair again.
“You’re not going anywhere” she a dit sharp.
Zoey took a deep breath. “Maybe we should...

The nurse opened the door and pushed the wheelchair into the room. Daphne was sitting on the lit and at the table, tableau there was an officer standing.
“I would like to ask your patient a few questions” he cut to the chase.
“I’m not sure my patient is physically ou mentally strong enough to answer any” the doctor said, while entering the room.
“I feel fine” Cas mumbled.
“Well, toi heard him. He’s peachy. Please leave the room” the officer a dit with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not going anywhere” Daphne a dit stubborn.
“That’s okay” the officer a dit with a smug look. He rotated...

“Sir, can toi hear me?”
Cas slowly opened his eyes and blinked. He lifted his hand to shut the sharp light out. Someone was pointing a really small flash light at his eyes.
“Sir, I need to check your eyes. Could toi hold your hands down, please?”
It was a man and he was wearing a white coat. Cas vaguely remembered these people were called doctors.
“Looks all good” the doctor said. He looked up at Cas. “You are one very lucky man, Mister…?”
Cas shook his head. “I don’t know what my name is. I don’t know anything…about anything” He a dit it as if he was talking about not...

Elena was lying on her bed, her eyes red from the tears she had cried, when Stefan walked in.
“Okay, that wasn’t exactly the image I had in mind” he said. He walked to the lit and sank down. “You want to talk about it?”
Elena shrugged and dried her eyes. “You can tell your brother he can shove his ego as far up his cul, ass as possible” she a dit with a heavy voice.
Stefan naturally knew what she was talking about. After all he’d been there when Damon was dodging Elena’s calls.
“Try it again” he a dit kind.
“I can’t” Elena said. “My phone’s gone. Well, I can’t find it...

Jeremy walked back to Alaric and Elena. “Are we ready to go?”
They nodded and turned around. Damon was standing a few yards away from him. “I’ll be right back” Elena said. She walked his way, but then he turned around and walked away. Elena held her steps and let her arms hang alongside her body, trying to avaler, hirondelle the crop in her throat and fighting the tears.
Damon walked around the corner and bumped into Bonnie.
“I’m sorry” Bonnie said, but Damon ignored her and walked further. “Damon, wait!” she ran to him and walked in front of him, looking at him.
“What do toi want?”...

The Impala was still parked on the same spot. Meg walked around the car and opened the trunk. She opened one of Cas’ bags and pulled out the first chemise she got her hands on. “Get in the car” she told Cas. “No, passenger seat” she added, when Cas wanted to step inside the driver’s seat. “You can’t drive like that”
She put herself behind the wheel. “I’m surprised toi can drive at all” she mumbled.
“I can’t” Cas replied. He leaned backwards and closed his eyes.
“Keys?” Meg a dit to herself, looking at the connection. “Keys” she answered her own question as...

Dean opened the door of the mansion and he and Sam entered. Anna had told them where to find Cas.
Dean walked into the living room and saw the old man on the carpet, his eyes wide open. Sam pulled out his gun and so did Dean.
“Cas?” Dean called.
Meg’s eyes widened and Cas quickly covered her mouth. He pulled her behind the closet. “Hush” he whispered and he removed his hand.
Dean looked at Sam and signed he’d chercher upstairs and Sam would chercher downstairs. Dean sneaked upstairs and listened carefully.
Sam ran downstairs into the basement and became sick when he saw the two corpses....

“Cas?” Meg called from the living room in the mansion. She was standing suivant to the corpse of the owner of the mansion.
Cas stumbled upstairs and came into the living room. He fell backwards against the mur and sank down on the carpet.
Meg quickly ran towards him and bent through her knees. She took his hands and noticed the blood on his hands. “Are toi hurt?”
Cas shook his head. “No” he a dit out of breath. “It’s not my blood. It’s Frederik’s and Marcus’s” He looked at Meg, terrified.
Meg swallowed. “Did toi kill them?” she asked, though she already knew the answer....

Cas opened the buttons on Frederik’s shirt. He placed the sword against the right side of his chest.
“Let’s play a game” he whispered. “I’ll call it the pot calling the kettle black” He pierced the point of the sword into Frederik’s flesh and started forming a letter. “You thought I did something. I was found innocent. The so-called victim clearly stated I did not do what toi accuse me off. And yet toi believed I was guilty and so toi took matters in own hands. toi punished me for my crime” He put the letter on the cabinet and started a new letter. “And now I’ll punish...

Think, Frederik, think. Talk to him. Keep him from whatever it is he’s planning with you, Frederik thought.
“What we did was wrong, I know that” he a dit loud. “But toi have to understand. I have a daughter and I was afraid that toi would-”
“That I would what?” Cas interrupted furious, pointing the sword against Frederik’s throat. “That I would rape her? Just like I raped Alex? For the last time I didn’t do that!”
“Please, man, I have a wife and two kids. They need me” Frederik begged.
“You spent every evening in that café, don’t toi think they’re better off without...