Meg staggered to the mur and stuck out her hand to find support. She let herself fall against the mur and sank down.
“He’s just lying there. He’s not responding to anything I say” she mumbled breathless. “When I find out who did this to him- and I will find out- I’m going to torture that bastard to death” She looked aside at Heather. “I want to help inspector Roberts”
“Okay, I think I know how to find her” Heather replied.
“And…someone has to call the Winchesters” Meg continued. “They’re his…family…If he…” Meg couldn’t get herself to finish. “They need to know”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” Heather promised. “You have a phone number?”
“In my purse” Meg answered and she wanted to get up.
“I got it” Heather a dit quickly. She ran back to Meg’s room and found her bourse, sac à main on the chair suivant to the bed. She searched it and pulled out her phone. She turned it on and searched through her contacts. When she found Dean she dialed his number.
“Hello?” a male, husky voice said.
“Dean Winchester?” Heather checked.
“Yeah”
“This is Heather” Heather started. “I’m a friend of Meg’s. She asked me to call toi and your brother”
“What for?” Dean asked suspicious. Sam frowned, wanting to know who was calling and for what reason.
“It’s about Cas” Heather explained.
Silence.
“Sir, are toi still there?”
“Hang on, let me put toi on speaker” Dean eventually answered. He put his phone on speaker so Sam and Jo could listen along. “What did toi say about Cas?”
“He’s dying” Heather cut to the chase. “Someone made an extremely violent attempt to take his life and it looks like they’re getting their way”
“No, they’re not” Dean commented. “Tell Meg we’re on our way back” He hung up, spun the car around and drove in the opposite direction.