Supernatural

It was visiting heure in prison and a guard told Cas someone wanted to see him. Cas expected to see Dean ou Sam, but when he entered the visitors room it was Zoey who waved at him discreetly.
The guard brought him to the table, tableau and then withdrew himself. Cas sat down.
“Hi, Emmanuel” Zoey a dit full of compassion. “I’m sorry. Castiel, right? Daphne told me toi found out who toi are. How do toi like your new old life?”
Cas looked around him, then back at Zoey and let his shoulders hang.
“I’m sorry. That was a stupid question” Zoey said.
“What are toi doing here?” Cas wondered. “Why...

It was night and visiting hours were long over, but that didn’t stop Dean from checking on his best friend.
Cas was sitting on the cold floor, his head buried in his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Dean, always armed with a lighter, made some light, because it was pitchdark.
“Hello, in there” he a dit a little nervous.
“Go away” Cas a dit hoarse.
“Sure, I’ll wait for toi outside” Dean a dit confident.
“Then toi can wait for a very long time” Cas said. “Because I’m not coming”
“Why not?” Dean asked a bit frustrated. “This isn’t about Meg, is it?”...

The slam of the door echoed in my mind, even though it had been a few minutes, while I just lay there, on the floor. I could feel a piece of jagged glass digging slightly into my back and rolled slightly to release the pressure. My head was banging harder than it had done in a long time; I had driven for hours and then been beaten up par mo own brother. Well worth the journey, a dit the sarcastic, amer voice in my head. I knew I should get up, should get out of the room before room service called and I had to think of an excuse of why not to pay, ou find a phony credit card...but I couldn’t....

"Anyone got a breath mint? Some guts splashed in my mouth while I was killing my way in here..."
I'm not talking about witches...witches are whores
Its called Witchcraft Shortbus!
Sam: But your a demon!
Ruby: Dont be such a racist!
Well.... they killed your precious little virgin to! suivant time... we do MY plan
I'll be there with toi that little fallen Angel on your shoulder
I'm sorry, I must have blood in my ears.I thought I just heard toi say that toi were stupid enough to let the poulain, colt get grabbed out of your thick clumsy idiotic hands.
Ruby: I'm interested in you
Sam: Why?
Ruby: Because your tall I...