Anna opened the door of Cas’ room and let Meg in. She was wearing a hospital chemise and her eyes were red and swollen. Anna signed at Dean and he followed her outside.
“Has Meg told toi about her condition?” she asked careful. Dean frowned and shook his head. “She was pregnant”
“Pregnant?” Dean repeated as if he’d never heard of the word.
“Was” Anna said. “She just had a miscarriage”
“Did I kill Cas’ unborn child?” Dean asked, shocked par the fact that Meg could get pregnant.
“Yeah, looks like it” Anna replied merciless. She gave Dean one last reproaching look, before she vanished.
Dean entered the room and tried to avoid looking at Meg. He stayed par the door, giving Meg and Cas some space.
Cas looked at Meg as if he was seeing an angel. He lifted his hand and lay it on her cheek, catching her tears.
“I l’amour you” he whispered. His hand glided off her cheek and he closed his eyes.
“Cas?” Meg asked faint. He didn’t respond. “Cas! Cas, wake up!” Meg screamed, shaking Cas. Sam walked to her and pulled her away from the bed.
“He’s dead” he a dit sharp.
Meg shook her head. “No. He’s not dead” she sobbed.
Dean was still standing par the door, too upset par Cas’ death and too stunned par Meg’s emotional reaction, to react himself.
Then, suddenly, Cas sat up.
“What?” Dean a dit soft. Meg and Sam looked up.
Cas swung his legs off the lit and walked towards the door.
“Cas?” Meg asked uncertain.
Cas turned around.
“I’m not Cas” he a dit sinister. “I’m Jimmy. I’m calling the shots now”