Castiel

“Please tell me u didn’t kill them” Sam said, knowing better.
“I wish” Meg mumbled in reply. “I was still a demon when I killed Paul and he was working on Cas’ case, so I had to do something. And Heather had sex with Cas. Well, actually it’s the other way around”
“You killed Heather because Cas was banging her and u turned Cas in because he kissed Dean. I would say you’re jealous” Sam noted, with a whiff of guilty pleasure.
Someone banged the door. “Meg Masters, come outside of we will come in”
“You have to go” Sam zei quickly and he pulled Meg up. “Okay,...

Meg sat volgende to Cas while he was driving Isabel’s car, though she didn’t know that.
“How did u get in my room?” she asked slightly nervous.
“What do u mean?” Cas asked distracted.
“You appeared out of nowhere. I want to know how u did it” Meg insisted.
“Anna helped me” Cas shrugged, hoping that would explain it all to his partner in crime. However, it didn’t.
“Anna?” she frowned. “No. No, Anna wouldn’t have left u alone with me. She’s been tracking u down since u left Sam and Dean to go on a murder spree”
Cas cast her a furious glance and for a moment...

Meg pressed the klok, bell of a big, fancy house. Whoever owned the place was eager to meet her, because Meg had barely withdraw her finger when the door opened.
“Good evening, u must be April” the man said. “Come in” He stepped aside and Meg entered. She took of her jas and the man swallowed. She was wearing a little black dress with a deep décolleté and the dress barely covered her butt.
“Eh…can I offer u a drink?” the man suggested.
“No” Meg refused. She wanted this to get over with. “Can we just get to it?”
“Yeah, of course” the man agreed. “My name is Brad,...

Meg was standing in front of a modern looking building. She pressed the intercom volgende to the door.
“Yes?” a female voice answered and Meg recognized it.
“Good evening, …ma’am” Meg said. Politeness was something new to her. “We met this afternoon, outside the temp job office. u zei u might have work for me”
A short silence followed.
“Of course” the woman zei slowly. “Why don’t come in? Just up the stairs” The woman hung up and a buzzing sound was heard. Meg pushed the door open and walked up the white stairs which was right in front of her.
Upstairs the woman was...

Dean entered the café Cas had left an uur ago. Cas had called him door using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back...

Cas appeared inside a mansion, holding his two victims tightly. The owner of the house stood up from his zitplaats, stoel and looked shocked at the intruder.
“What, in heaven’s name, do u think you’re doing?” the older man asked furious.
Cas pushed the men on the floor and walked steady to the man. Before the man could do so much as blink, Cas grabbed his neck and snapped it. Then he walked back to the others, grabbed their collars and dragged them to the basement.
He chained them up on their wrists and a few seconden later they were hanging on the ceiling. He searched their pockets and conjured...

Meg staggered alongside the walls in the hospital. She held her left hand against her side and with her right hand she sought support. She had to find that idiot of an angel. She had listened to her voicemail and she figured he’d be here. It was at least worth a shot. She saw a door opening near the end of the aisle. Dean came out of the room and looked her way. Meg quickly rotated her head and Dean walked passed her. Meg accelerated her steps as much as possible, leaving a trail and entered the room Dean had just left.
“What the fuck did u do?” she exclaimed.
“Meg!” Cas jumped...