Jimmy closed the door of the hospital behind him. He was lucky it was dark. His hospital tablier would’ve been very noticeable in broad daylight. Nevertheless he needed clothes. He couldn’t travel in hospital clothes. People might think he’s some nutcase who escaped. He started window shopping, staying in the shadows.
After a while he came across a clothing shop. He looked around to make sure no one was looking his direction. Then he grabbed a flowerpot from the window-ledge and threw it through the window. The glass shattered and Jimmy jumped inside, while the alarm was howling. He quickly checked the store to find the men’s clothes and as soon as he’d viewed them he ran to the section and searched for his size. When he’d found pants and a chemise he wanted to leave, but then he heard sirens; the cops had arrived.
Jimmy hurried to the customer’s restrooms, hoping they wouldn’t check there. He put the clothes on and then stared at the door, waiting agitated.
“All clear!” he heard a male cop shout.
“Have toi checked the bathroom?” another male cop responded.
Damn it, Jimmy cursed. He couldn’t close the door, because then the cops would know someone was in here.
Suddenly Jimmy found himself walking to the sink. He grasped the sink and bashed his head against the mirror.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” came out of Jimmy’s mouth, but it wasn’t Jimmy who was talking. It was Cas, fighting back already.
Jimmy fainted when the door opened and Luke walked in.
“Sir?” he called, carefully tapping Jimmy’s shoulder. “Sir, wake up”
Jimmy opened his eyes and looked feral around him.
“Is he gone? He attacked me” he mumbled breathless.
“Who attacked you?” Luke asked with accent.
Cas, the guy who’s trapped inside my body. No, he couldn’t say that.
“I saw the glass was broken and I wanted to catch the culprit. I know it was stupid” Jimmy said, jouer la comédie ashamed of himself.
“Did toi see him?” Luke kept asking.
“No, he was wearing a mask” Jimmy shook his head.
Disappointment overwhelmed the inspector. “Alright” he eventually sighed. “You need to clean that up” he pointed at the blood on Jimmy’s face.
“Sure” Jimmy mumbled and he took some toilet paper. He folded it and pressed it against the cuts.
“You should go outside, my partner can take toi to a hospital” Luke said.
Jimmy nodded obedient and left the restroom. He walked to the window and climbed outside. Inspector Williamson walked towards him.
“What the hell are toi doing here?” he asked rude thinking he was Cas.
“It’s okay, Carl” Luke said, walking out of the door. “He needs medical care”
“No” Jimmy refused quickly. “No hospital. I’m not insured. Besides it’s just a cut, it’s no big deal. I just want to go home”
The latter was true.
“Can toi give us your number, so we know how to reach you? You’re a witness, after all” Luke requested.
Jimmy quickly scribbled a number down, the wrong number, and gave it to Luke. Luke put it in his pocket and when he looked up he saw Jimmy staring at him.
“You need a ride?” Luke asked.
“Actually, I was hoping I could use your phone” Jimmy answered careful.
Luke conjured his phone and handed it to Jimmy. Jimmy dialed his accueil number and waited with pounding cœur, coeur for his wife to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” Amelia a dit when she picked up the phone.
Jimmy tried to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He swallowed.
“Amelia?” he a dit hoarse and weak.
Silence followed. This wasn’t her husband. It was probably that angel, playing a sick joke with them.
“Amelia, it’s me, Jimmy” Jimmy appealed. “I fought the Angel and now I’m back”
Amelia remained speechless.
“I want to come home” Jimmy said.
After a while he came across a clothing shop. He looked around to make sure no one was looking his direction. Then he grabbed a flowerpot from the window-ledge and threw it through the window. The glass shattered and Jimmy jumped inside, while the alarm was howling. He quickly checked the store to find the men’s clothes and as soon as he’d viewed them he ran to the section and searched for his size. When he’d found pants and a chemise he wanted to leave, but then he heard sirens; the cops had arrived.
Jimmy hurried to the customer’s restrooms, hoping they wouldn’t check there. He put the clothes on and then stared at the door, waiting agitated.
“All clear!” he heard a male cop shout.
“Have toi checked the bathroom?” another male cop responded.
Damn it, Jimmy cursed. He couldn’t close the door, because then the cops would know someone was in here.
Suddenly Jimmy found himself walking to the sink. He grasped the sink and bashed his head against the mirror.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” came out of Jimmy’s mouth, but it wasn’t Jimmy who was talking. It was Cas, fighting back already.
Jimmy fainted when the door opened and Luke walked in.
“Sir?” he called, carefully tapping Jimmy’s shoulder. “Sir, wake up”
Jimmy opened his eyes and looked feral around him.
“Is he gone? He attacked me” he mumbled breathless.
“Who attacked you?” Luke asked with accent.
Cas, the guy who’s trapped inside my body. No, he couldn’t say that.
“I saw the glass was broken and I wanted to catch the culprit. I know it was stupid” Jimmy said, jouer la comédie ashamed of himself.
“Did toi see him?” Luke kept asking.
“No, he was wearing a mask” Jimmy shook his head.
Disappointment overwhelmed the inspector. “Alright” he eventually sighed. “You need to clean that up” he pointed at the blood on Jimmy’s face.
“Sure” Jimmy mumbled and he took some toilet paper. He folded it and pressed it against the cuts.
“You should go outside, my partner can take toi to a hospital” Luke said.
Jimmy nodded obedient and left the restroom. He walked to the window and climbed outside. Inspector Williamson walked towards him.
“What the hell are toi doing here?” he asked rude thinking he was Cas.
“It’s okay, Carl” Luke said, walking out of the door. “He needs medical care”
“No” Jimmy refused quickly. “No hospital. I’m not insured. Besides it’s just a cut, it’s no big deal. I just want to go home”
The latter was true.
“Can toi give us your number, so we know how to reach you? You’re a witness, after all” Luke requested.
Jimmy quickly scribbled a number down, the wrong number, and gave it to Luke. Luke put it in his pocket and when he looked up he saw Jimmy staring at him.
“You need a ride?” Luke asked.
“Actually, I was hoping I could use your phone” Jimmy answered careful.
Luke conjured his phone and handed it to Jimmy. Jimmy dialed his accueil number and waited with pounding cœur, coeur for his wife to pick up the phone.
“Hello?” Amelia a dit when she picked up the phone.
Jimmy tried to say something, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat. He swallowed.
“Amelia?” he a dit hoarse and weak.
Silence followed. This wasn’t her husband. It was probably that angel, playing a sick joke with them.
“Amelia, it’s me, Jimmy” Jimmy appealed. “I fought the Angel and now I’m back”
Amelia remained speechless.
“I want to come home” Jimmy said.
Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her Angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are toi going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess toi should call him” Zoey a dit and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed par her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are toi going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess toi should call him” Zoey a dit and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed par her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
“Daphne? It’s time to let me go” Martin a dit soft.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to déplacer on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would montrer up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let toi go? Aren’t toi supposed to walk into the light ou something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. toi have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin a dit bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to déplacer on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would montrer up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let toi go? Aren’t toi supposed to walk into the light ou something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. toi have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin a dit bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the feu out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let toi go”
“He’ll kill toi either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t l’amour me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he a dit hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If toi really l’amour him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the feu out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let toi go”
“He’ll kill toi either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t l’amour me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he a dit hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If toi really l’amour him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
Gerard got accueil from his work. He hung his manteau on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, écriture something.
“Eh, what are toi doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m écriture a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are toi doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m écriture a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a seconde later she heard a snap.
The first witness was the mother of the seven an old boy Cas had healed from a life threatening fever.
“I went to the cuisine and when I came back Mr. Allen, as he presented himself, had his hands all over my son. I…I think he was taking advantage of my son’s weakness”
“Objection!” Craig said. “I think everyone in château Rock knows about my client’s special abilities? Castiel can heal people with his bare hands, which is why Mrs. Jones had him come over in the first place. But to do his job he needs to touch his patient. He doesn’t even charge them”
“Of course he wouldn’t” Evan Trumble, Daphne’s attorney, said. “That’s because he knows that what he’s doing is wrong”
While Craig and Evan where quibbling, Cas looked sharp at Mrs. Jones.
“I never touched your son and toi know it. I saved your son and this is not the right way to thank me”
Mrs. Jones seemed to cringe and looked around to find support ou a way out.
“I went to the cuisine and when I came back Mr. Allen, as he presented himself, had his hands all over my son. I…I think he was taking advantage of my son’s weakness”
“Objection!” Craig said. “I think everyone in château Rock knows about my client’s special abilities? Castiel can heal people with his bare hands, which is why Mrs. Jones had him come over in the first place. But to do his job he needs to touch his patient. He doesn’t even charge them”
“Of course he wouldn’t” Evan Trumble, Daphne’s attorney, said. “That’s because he knows that what he’s doing is wrong”
While Craig and Evan where quibbling, Cas looked sharp at Mrs. Jones.
“I never touched your son and toi know it. I saved your son and this is not the right way to thank me”
Mrs. Jones seemed to cringe and looked around to find support ou a way out.