Dean opened the door of the house, wondering if Jo was there, too, ou if she had returned home.
“Sammy?” he called, assuming Cas would be asleep. He walked to the cuisine and saw Sam sitting with his head in his hands.
“What happened?” Dean asked sharp, already regretting the fact that he left.
“We asked Anna to read Cas, to see if he was being possessed” Sam started tired.
“We?” Dean asked, though he had an idea.
“Meg and I” Sam confirmed Dean’s suspicion. “She’s not here anymore” he added quick when he saw Dean’s face change. “He’s not being possessed. But that’s not all. He swallowed the painkillers the doctor gave you. All of them. Meg- Dean, wait!”
When Sam had told him about the painkillers, he had turned around and ran upstairs to Cas’ room. Cas was sitting on the ground, his hands tied to the bed.
“Dean” Cas a dit relieved. He pulled a hurt face and showed him his damaged hands. “Can toi take these off. Meg did this”
“Why would she do that?” Dean asked, slightly surprised.
“I don’t know. I guess toi were right about her. I can’t trust her” Cas replied. Dean hesitated. “Dean, please, my hands really hurt”
“I’m sorry” Dean a dit and he kneeled suivant to Cas. He took the bandage off and helped Cas stand up. Cas lifted his hand and punched Dean in the face.
“What the hell?” Dean exclaimed, but before he could recover himself, Cas tied his hands onto the bed. He searched his pockets and found the key of the Impala.
He left the room and raced downstairs. He opened the door and walked outside.
“Sam!” Dean yelled. “Sammy!”