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”
Cas was lying on the bed, his head on Meg’s lap. Anna was also in the room, after Sam had summoned her. There was only one thing left to do. Anna would have to read Cas to see if he was being possessed.
“Are toi sure toi want to do this?” Anna asked soft. Usually she wasn’t so reluctant, but this wasn’t just anyone. This was Cas, her brother. She didn’t want to hurt him.
Cas nodded and Anna came closer to him. She placed her hand on his belly and looked at Meg. “Distract him” she a dit and she stuck her hand inside Cas’ stomach.
Cas gasped and images of Zoey tearing his insides out flashed before his eyes. Meg took his hand and he clenched her fingers. It hurt, but Meg didn’t pull away.
After a minute Anna withdrew her hand.
“He’s not being possessed” she said.
“What? But that’s impossible” Meg replied astonished.
“He’s not being possessed, Meg” Anna repeated, almost apologizing. And without another word she left the room.
“Are toi sure toi want to do this?” Anna asked soft. Usually she wasn’t so reluctant, but this wasn’t just anyone. This was Cas, her brother. She didn’t want to hurt him.
Cas nodded and Anna came closer to him. She placed her hand on his belly and looked at Meg. “Distract him” she a dit and she stuck her hand inside Cas’ stomach.
Cas gasped and images of Zoey tearing his insides out flashed before his eyes. Meg took his hand and he clenched her fingers. It hurt, but Meg didn’t pull away.
After a minute Anna withdrew her hand.
“He’s not being possessed” she said.
“What? But that’s impossible” Meg replied astonished.
“He’s not being possessed, Meg” Anna repeated, almost apologizing. And without another word she left the room.
Dean stared at his car, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
“What?” he a dit shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw toi two from the window” she explained.
“Why are toi wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did toi and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg a dit smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
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.
