Ten phút later the door opened and Meg appeared in the doorway. Cas’ tim, trái tim jumped up, but Dean walked to the door and pushed Meg outside.
“What are bạn doing here?” he hissed.
“Sam called me. He đã đưa ý kiến Cas wanted to see me before he died. Are bạn really going to deny him his last wish?” Meg asked disbelief.
“It’s for his own good” Dean đã đưa ý kiến heartless and he grabbed Meg’s arm, dragging her to the stairs, leading to the ground floor.
“For his own good? He’s dying!” Meg exclaimed.
“And who’s fault is that? You’re the one that introduced him to Heather. bạn left that crack whore alone with him” Dean yelled accusatory.
“And bạn let him escape. I tied him up for his own safety. bạn let him go and ran off to that crack whore! You’re just as guilty” Meg defended herself. She took a deep breath. “Look, it’s not about what we want. It’s about what Cas wants and he wants to see me. Just let me go in for five minutes. Then, I promise I’ll disappear forever”
She tried to di chuyển past Dean, but he grabbed her arms again.
“Dean, let me through!” Meg screamed and she struggled to free herself. She tried to hit him in the face. “Let go of me!”
Dean could barely keep a hold of her and his grip loosened.
For a một giây Meg stared him scared in the eye. Dean tried to grab her hand, but she fell down the stairs.
Dean stared upset at Meg, who groaned and held her stomach. He wanted to go to her, when Anna appeared tiếp theo to her.
She turned to Dean. “Go back to Cas, Dean” she commanded, before she helped Meg stand up. She supported Meg, looking for a doctor, leaving a trail of blood.
“What are bạn doing here?” he hissed.
“Sam called me. He đã đưa ý kiến Cas wanted to see me before he died. Are bạn really going to deny him his last wish?” Meg asked disbelief.
“It’s for his own good” Dean đã đưa ý kiến heartless and he grabbed Meg’s arm, dragging her to the stairs, leading to the ground floor.
“For his own good? He’s dying!” Meg exclaimed.
“And who’s fault is that? You’re the one that introduced him to Heather. bạn left that crack whore alone with him” Dean yelled accusatory.
“And bạn let him escape. I tied him up for his own safety. bạn let him go and ran off to that crack whore! You’re just as guilty” Meg defended herself. She took a deep breath. “Look, it’s not about what we want. It’s about what Cas wants and he wants to see me. Just let me go in for five minutes. Then, I promise I’ll disappear forever”
She tried to di chuyển past Dean, but he grabbed her arms again.
“Dean, let me through!” Meg screamed and she struggled to free herself. She tried to hit him in the face. “Let go of me!”
Dean could barely keep a hold of her and his grip loosened.
For a một giây Meg stared him scared in the eye. Dean tried to grab her hand, but she fell down the stairs.
Dean stared upset at Meg, who groaned and held her stomach. He wanted to go to her, when Anna appeared tiếp theo to her.
She turned to Dean. “Go back to Cas, Dean” she commanded, before she helped Meg stand up. She supported Meg, looking for a doctor, leaving a trail of blood.
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are bạn doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and bạn look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena đã bình luận sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are bạn doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and bạn look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena đã bình luận sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
The tiếp theo morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of giường and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, hiển thị her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. bạn have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of giường and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, hiển thị her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. bạn have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”