Sam knocked on Meg’s bedroom door and opened it slowly. Meg was sitting on the lit in Indian style, a blue bag of M&M’s in her lap.
“Can I come in?” Sam asked careful. Meg shrugged and Sam closed the door. “That was…pretty intense”
Meg swallowed a handful of colored Candy in response.
“I wouldn’t take it personal” Sam continued as he sat on the bed. “I think he’s freaking out, because we found out he has his powers back. Dean’s with him now. If there’s anyone who can talk some sense into Cas, it’s my big brother”
“Thank you, that makes me feel a lot better” Meg commenté sarcastically.
“That’s not what I meant” Sam sighed. “Look, Meg, toi a dit it yourself. Cas is not jouer la comédie like himself”
Downstairs Cas let go of Dean, but Dean pulled Cas back for a seconde lip lock. He closed his eyes, while his mind was screaming: “Stop! What the hell are toi doing? This is wrong!”
“You’re right” Meg a dit fierce. “There’s obviously something wrong with Cas and he needs our help and sitting here, stuffing myself with M&M’s that passed the expiration rendez-vous amoureux, date is not going to solve anything”
She jumped off the lit and walked outside her room, downstairs.
Cas and Dean separated from each other. Dean backed away, confused par what he’d just done. He rotated his head and saw Sam and Meg standing in the doorway. Judging par their shocked expressions they had seen too much to come up with excuses like ‘it’s not what toi think’