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Twilightsauce

I woke to an annoying beeping sound.
“Uhg,” I knew where I was. I was in Carlisle’s miniature ‘hospital’. “Jacob? Mum? Dad?” I questioned groggily.
“Were right here sweetie,” I heard mums wind chime voice tingle “um... toi passed out.” She mumbled, sounding nervous. That was strange, mum NEVER sounded nervous.
“How long have I been sleeping?” I groaned.
“17hours,” Dad a dit smiling when I gave him a puzzled look, “morphine.” He replied flatly.
“Oh.” I sighed as my eyelids fluttered open revealing mum, dad and Jacob sitting around my lit with the rest of the Cullen’s standing at the foot.
“Don’t worry love, you’ll be back to normal in no time,” Jacob reassured me, sounding hopeful.
“I know. What exactly happened?” I asked eagerly.
“It was the punch,” Carlisle a dit as he stepped vers l'avant, vers l’avant slowly, “your father told toi there was alcohol in there but neither toi nor Emmet knew what it would do to your body if toi drank it. toi are not human which means toi cannot tolerate some stronger human substances, alcohol being one of them. When toi drunk the coup de poing toi started screaming in agony and then toi had a fit; we managed to stabilize toi but your powers may not work for a while and toi will feel very weak so toi are NOT allowed to déplacer until I say so.”
“Yes sir,” I muttered sarcastically as everybody chuckled.
“Nessie, toi need rest,” mum a dit sounding concerned, “I think toi should try and sleep.”
“Muuuum; I was out for 17hours, I want to get up!” I wailed dramatically.
“Not a chance. toi heard what Carlisle a dit Nessie. Anyway if toi don’t behave we will just sedate toi again.” Dad a dit in a matter of fact tone.
“Grrrrrr toi are so annoying!” I muttered under my breath as dad and Jacob chuckled.
“Why don’t toi go and play X-box with Emmet, Rose, Jasper and Alice?” Esme suggested, “I’m sure if toi just sat on the sofa it wouldn’t do toi any harm? We can set your drip and cœur, coeur monitor up in the sitting room.”
“I don’t need any of that I feel fine, can I Dad, Mum pleeease?!” I squealed.
“Yes toi do young lady the drip is the thing that is making toi feel fine, but I am sure toi can play X-box if toi promise not to get to excited” Mum sighed raising her eyebrows knowing I was prone to hyperactivity.
“Thanks so much!” I giggled as Dad scooped me up while mum got all my equipment.

When I was finally wired up in the sitting room, Emmet handed me a controller while Alice played with my hair promising that she would give me a makeover when I was better.
“Hey Nessie, look I am so sorry about your party. I should have been plus responsible and not donné toi that drink.” He mumbled sounding unusually solemn.
“Emmet, I don’t blame toi at all. I tricked toi into giving me the punch; no one can resist my amazing charm and fabulous looks!” I joked with him, “I just hope dad hasn’t donné toi too much of a hard time.” I a dit suddenly serious.
“No he was really forgiving considering I had put your life at risk. Now let’s play some X-box!” he said.
As the game started I rested my head against the beautifully soft pillow, I wanted to play but I was starting to feel a little tired again; man I was never drinking alcohol again I was fed up of being ill. I heard Alice quietly leave the room. Could not hold my eyes open any longer and I let my mind sink into peaceful dreams.
Mrs. Jones tried to get up, but Cas pushed her back down on the chair. “Meg, why don’t toi go check the car? I’m sure there’s some useful stuff in there”
“Be right back” Meg smiled and she went away.
“You don’t have to do this” Mrs. Jones insisted. “You can take your girl and leave and we can all pretend toi were never here”
“You like to pretend, don’t you?” Cas noted. He heard the door close and Meg running back into the kitchen, holding up ropes.
“Is this useful?” she smirked. Cas nodded with his head and Meg walked to him.
“Tie her hands to the arm-rests”...
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Mrs. Jones was cleaning the breakfast table, tableau when someone rang the bell. She put the dishes on the dresser and walked to the front door. She opened and froze.
“You” she a dit weak when seeing Cas.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones” Cas a dit friendly. “Can I come in, please?”
“I…I don’t know, Mr…” Mrs. Jones stammered reluctant.
“Novak. Castiel Novak” Cas introduced himself. He nodded at Meg. “This is Meg Masters. She’s a close friend. Please, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk to you”
Mrs. Jones sighed. “Fine, then” she a dit and she let them in. She led them to the cuisine where...
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“You are amazing! toi totally ditched them!” Meg a dit full admiration. She was driving the Impala. She didn’t have the keys, but she didn’t need them. Just because she was human, didn’t mean she was a saint. “So, where do toi want to go?” she asked, looking at Cas.
Cas pulled a paper out of his veste and opened it. “I need to find these people, in the exact order” Cas a dit serious.
Meg took the paper out of his hand and studied it, while trying to keep an eye on the road. “Who are they?” she asked curious.
“People who’ve wronged me” Cas explained bitter. “People...
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“Can toi believe this?” Dean exclaimed furious. “That’s what? The third time he a volé, étole my baby? What is wrong with him?”
He and Sam were walking down the rue and while Dean kept ranting on about how Cas was abusing his car, Sam remained rather quiet.
“What’s up with you?” Dean asked when he paused his venting for a moment.
“You didn’t go into that basement” Sam a dit dark.
“Why? What was there?” Dean demanded to know.
“Two men. Dead. One of them tortured and eaten par rats” Sam answered. “The other one stabbed to death”
Dean sighed and looked around to make...
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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....
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Cas and Meg left the basement and walked back into the living room.
“You should get yourself cleaned up. If Sam and Dean see the blood on your clothes, they’re going to ask questions” Meg a dit wise.
“Then I shall use his bathroom” Cas said. “Care to rejoindre me?” he winked as he reached out his hand. Meg smiled back mischievous and accepted his hand. Cas pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. She jumped in his arms and he carried her upstairs to the bathroom. Their clothes still on Cas walked into the douche cabine and put Meg down.
Meg touched for the tap and opened it, letting...
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“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....
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Cas had finished cutting letters out of Frederik’s chest. He conjured a needle and thread and pushed it through the letters, combining them and making some sort of necklace. He walked to Frederik and hung the collier around his neck.
He noticed how Frederik was losing conscience. His head hung down, drool came out of his mouth and he was deathly pale.
“Hey, stay up! Don’t fall asleep. We’re not done yet” Cas snarled and he punched Frederik in the face. Frederik opened his eyes, forgot for a seconde where he was, then remembered par seeing Cas.
“What are toi still doing here? That...
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Meg was pacing up and down the motel room. Both Sam and Dean had turned off their phones, so she had no idea if they had found Cas yet ou not.
“Screw you, Dean” she growled and she walked to the door, forgetting it was locked. “Damn it!”
“I see toi could use some help” Anna a dit from behind Meg. Meg turned around in fear. She never felt comfortable around angels, even now that she was a human. Anna quickly walked towards Meg. “I hope you’re trying to get out so toi can go to Cas?” she a dit in an interrogating tone.
“You know where he is?” Meg asked agitated.
“You could...
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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...
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Dean slowed down in a rue near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do toi got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a...
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“What do toi mean, he left?” Sam asked, looking at Meg, requesting a reasonable explanation. Meg turned to Dean, whose expression told her he already understood what was going on. He read the note and said. “So he told toi to start at a café?” Meg nodded. “Unfinished business. Cas, toi idiot” Dean a dit in himself.
“Is someone going to explain me what’s going on?” Sam exclaimed. “What unfinished business? What is Cas up to?”
Dean and Meg glared at each other.
“Have a seat” Dean decided. Sam sat down on a chair, looking expectedly at his older brother. “You remember...
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Cas appeared inside a mansion, holding his two victims tightly. The owner of the house stood up from his siège and looked shocked at the intruder.
“What, in heaven’s name, do toi think you’re doing?” the older man asked furious.
Cas pushed the men on the floor and walked steady to the man. Before the man could do so much as blink, Cas grabbed his neck and snapped it. Then he walked back to the others, grabbed their collars and dragged them to the basement.
He chained them up on their wrists and a few secondes later they were hanging on the ceiling. He searched their pockets and conjured...
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Cas’ phone rang as he walked slowly towards the other two men. Without looking he picked up. “Meg”
“Where are you?” Meg asked a little hysterical. She was standing par the table, holding Cas’ note in her hand.
“I believe I left toi a piece of paper with my whereabouts” Cas replied.
“Yeah. Dear Meg, I have some unfinished business I have to deal with. I’ll be back tomorrow” Meg read from the note. “What unfinished business? Where are you?” she repeated a little angry.
Cas didn’t answer immediately. He had spotted his targets and caught up with them. “Do toi remember...
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Cas walked inside the same café he had been the night he found out Meg was human, too. He looked around and noticed to his great delight that the same three men were sitting at the same table, tableau as last time he had seen them there.
He stared at them, until they felt it and turned their heads to him. He smirked as if he wanted to say: ‘Come and get me’
He turned around and left the café. The three men looked at the bartender. “Come on, he’s asking for it” one of them a dit disbelieving. The bartender shot them a warning glance. He allowed it once, but not again.
“I will call the cops...
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Cas rubbed his eyes and looked at his friends. “I understand you’re a little overwhelmed” he started. “But I would really like to sleep now”
“Yeah, okay, we can talk tomorrow” Meg a dit with a warning look at Dean.
Cas walked to the single lit and started to undress. Then he realized the amount of eyes staring at him. “Are toi all going to watch me sleep?”
“No, of course not” Sam a dit quickly. He put a hand on Claire’s shoulder. “We’ll take this young lady back home. Come on” he a dit Claire, but Claire pushed his hand away. She walked towards Cas.
“You killed my...
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The door opened again and Sam and Claire walked in.
“Nice color” Sam mumbled, referring to Meg’s hair.
“Gee, thanks” Meg a dit monotone. She looked at Claire, who looked back provocative. With two Winchesters at her arm she felt a lot plus confident. “When’s your dad coming?”
“Meg!” Dean reproached her. Meg pulled her shoulders. Dean conjured his phone and handed it to Claire. “You should call your mom, tell her you’re fine”
Claire dialed her accueil number. Her mother sounded very agitated when she answered the phone.
“Who is this?” she asked a little snappy as she...
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Meg opened the door of her room and saw Dean sitting where she had expected Claire to sit. “What are toi doing here?” she asked, jouer la comédie calm. “And where’s Claire?”
“Oh, she’s with Sam” Dean replied. “She’s fine, par the way, no thanks to you” He got up and walked to Meg. “Seriously, Meg, what were toi thinking?”
“Hey, for the record, this was her idea” Meg defended herself. “She a dit I should tell her mother I’m keeping her hostage in exchange for Jimmy and I just figured it would be a lot plus convincing if I’d do it for real”
Dean shook his head, furious....
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The motel.
Claire was still tied onto her chair. She rubbed her hands, trying to free them, but all she managed to do was tighten the quick-release straps and cause her wrists to bleed. She went with her tongue against the tape to make it loose.
In the room suivant door Sam and Dean were trying to figure out the best way to approach Jimmy. Amelia might have a dit she hadn’t seen her husband, it was plus likely that she was hiding him from them. And even if she was speaking the truth, it would only be a matter of time before Jimmy would try and contact his family.
Claire managed to loosen the tape...
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“Claire, when toi get this, please call me back. I’m not angry with toi for taking the car without asking. I’m just really worried” Amelia said, trying to stay calm. Claire had pretended to be listening to her IPod, while those morons were questioning her about Jimmy’s whereabouts. Soon as they had left Amelia had heard the car and noticed Claire was gone.
She hung up and went to the cuisine to make some tea. When it was ready she took the thé upstairs and walked inside her bedroom.
Five minutes later the sound of breaking porcelaine was heard on the floor. Amelia opened the door,...
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