D sat on her bad, and Samantha sat at the table, working at her computer. "Find anything?" asked D. She opened the pizza box and bit off the end of a slice of pepperoni.
Samantha scrolled down the lijst of files she'd hacked into. "About Samuel and Dean Winchester? No, nothing. No record of anyone door either name."
D nodded. "Okay, then." She opened her duffel bag and checked the shotgun to be sure it was loaded.
Samantha gave her a puzzled look. "Rock salt?"
"Yep."
Samantha turned sideways in her chair, resting her elbow on the back of it. "D, I think they're human. Shoot 'em with rock salt, you'll just piss 'em off."
D shook her head. "They're not human. They can't be."
"Well, what do u think they are?" wondered Samantha. "We invited them in to talk, they walked right over the devil's trap under the rug, and Sam even used a silver-plated ink pen to write down his cell phone number- which is identical to mine, door the way."
D looked up at Samantha. "Where'd he get a pen like that, anyway?"
"I gave it to him," Samantha said.
Now D was really curious. "Where'd you get it?"
"Um..." Samantha looked sheepish. "About a jaar and a half ago, that thing when Zachariah turned us into a couple of geeks for that company and we didn't know who we were... after I got my memory back, before we left, I took it off your desk. Thought it might come in handy volgende time we meet a shapeshifter."
D raised her eyebrows. "You stal my pen?"
Samantha argued, "It wasn't really your pen, D."
"Don't get defensive," D zei calmly. "I'm not upset. It was actually a good move, Sammy."
Samantha looked disturbed door D's approval.
D set the gun down and reached for the rest of her slice of pizza. "Even if they are human, they're still dangerous. I mean, they claim to have the same history we do: sons of John and Mary Winchester, have a friend named Bobby Singer, mother died in a fire, and they're hunters." She bit into her pizza and added, her mouth full, "The only difference is that they got a brother named Adam."
"Yeah, but we've got a sister named Eve," Samantha reminded her. "So the only real difference is that they're men and we're women. I mean, everything about them is exactly the same."
D frowned. "Not exactly the same."
"Oh, no? Their clothes, their car, their mannerisms, thier vocabulary and word choices, their names... even the height proportions. Sam looked to be about 6'4", and Dean was, I guess, around 6'1". I'm 5'10" and you're 5'7"." Samantha shrugged. "It's the same, basically. I'm pretty sure Dean even eats the way u do."
D held a seconde slice of pizza aloft in the air. "Got a problem with the way I eat?"
Samantha grimaced as D tilted her head back and shoved half the slice in her mouth. Samantha shook her head disapprovingly. "So, uh... I was thinking, maybe we should vraag them some more, privately."
D looked puzzled. "What do u mean, 'privately'?"
"You can talk to Dean, and I'll talk to Sam, one-on-one."
"One-on-one?" D raised her eyebrows. "You got a thing for that sasquatch?"
"What?" Samantha rolled her eyes. "Would u get your mind out of the gutter, please? For just one second?"
"Okay," D agreed, shoving the pizza crust in her mouth. "Time's up."
Samantha pressed her lips together, forming her notorious "bitchface." A little frustrated, she said, "Look, would you... just go with me on this one, okay?"
Samantha scrolled down the lijst of files she'd hacked into. "About Samuel and Dean Winchester? No, nothing. No record of anyone door either name."
D nodded. "Okay, then." She opened her duffel bag and checked the shotgun to be sure it was loaded.
Samantha gave her a puzzled look. "Rock salt?"
"Yep."
Samantha turned sideways in her chair, resting her elbow on the back of it. "D, I think they're human. Shoot 'em with rock salt, you'll just piss 'em off."
D shook her head. "They're not human. They can't be."
"Well, what do u think they are?" wondered Samantha. "We invited them in to talk, they walked right over the devil's trap under the rug, and Sam even used a silver-plated ink pen to write down his cell phone number- which is identical to mine, door the way."
D looked up at Samantha. "Where'd he get a pen like that, anyway?"
"I gave it to him," Samantha said.
Now D was really curious. "Where'd you get it?"
"Um..." Samantha looked sheepish. "About a jaar and a half ago, that thing when Zachariah turned us into a couple of geeks for that company and we didn't know who we were... after I got my memory back, before we left, I took it off your desk. Thought it might come in handy volgende time we meet a shapeshifter."
D raised her eyebrows. "You stal my pen?"
Samantha argued, "It wasn't really your pen, D."
"Don't get defensive," D zei calmly. "I'm not upset. It was actually a good move, Sammy."
Samantha looked disturbed door D's approval.
D set the gun down and reached for the rest of her slice of pizza. "Even if they are human, they're still dangerous. I mean, they claim to have the same history we do: sons of John and Mary Winchester, have a friend named Bobby Singer, mother died in a fire, and they're hunters." She bit into her pizza and added, her mouth full, "The only difference is that they got a brother named Adam."
"Yeah, but we've got a sister named Eve," Samantha reminded her. "So the only real difference is that they're men and we're women. I mean, everything about them is exactly the same."
D frowned. "Not exactly the same."
"Oh, no? Their clothes, their car, their mannerisms, thier vocabulary and word choices, their names... even the height proportions. Sam looked to be about 6'4", and Dean was, I guess, around 6'1". I'm 5'10" and you're 5'7"." Samantha shrugged. "It's the same, basically. I'm pretty sure Dean even eats the way u do."
D held a seconde slice of pizza aloft in the air. "Got a problem with the way I eat?"
Samantha grimaced as D tilted her head back and shoved half the slice in her mouth. Samantha shook her head disapprovingly. "So, uh... I was thinking, maybe we should vraag them some more, privately."
D looked puzzled. "What do u mean, 'privately'?"
"You can talk to Dean, and I'll talk to Sam, one-on-one."
"One-on-one?" D raised her eyebrows. "You got a thing for that sasquatch?"
"What?" Samantha rolled her eyes. "Would u get your mind out of the gutter, please? For just one second?"
"Okay," D agreed, shoving the pizza crust in her mouth. "Time's up."
Samantha pressed her lips together, forming her notorious "bitchface." A little frustrated, she said, "Look, would you... just go with me on this one, okay?"
Daphne took his hand. “I don’t want to lose you. u have to stay with me forever” she insisted.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want u to make me your wife” Daphne zei breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad u came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do u want me to do?”
“I want u to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen zei careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
Cas nodded, not really considering what she was saying.
“Emmanuel, I want u to make me your wife” Daphne zei breathless.
Zoey and Shannen were sitting at the keuken-, keuken tafel, tabel in Zoey’s house. “I’m glad u came” Zoey said.“
Yeah, sure” Shannen said. “I meant what I said. I’ll do what I can to help you”
“Thank you” Zoey said. “I really don’t trust Emmanuel, but I promised Daphne I’d give him the benefit of the doubt”
“I get it” Shannen said. “What do u want me to do?”
“I want u to follow him, take pictures of him, maybe even film him” Zoey said.
“I don’t think that’s legal”” Shannen zei careful.
“If he hurts my daughter it won’t be legal, either” Zoey snapped and Shannen cringed.
“All right, I’ll do it” Shannen agreed reluctantly.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me u were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could u get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a veilig distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless u do something. Personally, I don’t care if u killed that man of not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If u do the right thing, then I guarantee u Dean and I will never try to kill u again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do u want me to do?” she asked.
The jury had made a decision and woman walked to the judge and gave him a piece of paper.
“To the vraag if Castiel abused Alexia Moore the jury finds him not guilty” the judge said.
“Yes!” Dean triumphed. He jumped up and walked quickly towards Cas.
Zoey took Alexia door the hand and walked down the aisle.
“Zoey, wait!” Daphne shouted desperate.
Zoey turned around.”Do u have any idea what u put me through? What u put Alex through? After everything I’ve done for you. Gerard killed himself, because of you! How many lives do u have to destroy, before u realize you’re the one who needs to be put away in a cell?”
Daphne grabbed Zoey’s arm. “Please, listen to me. I never meant to hurt u of Alex. I thought I was helping. Tell me how I can make it up”
Zoey jerked her arm. “Stay away from me and Alex. And if u even care a little about Cas, u stay away from him, too”
She turned around and walked away.
“To the vraag if Castiel abused Alexia Moore the jury finds him not guilty” the judge said.
“Yes!” Dean triumphed. He jumped up and walked quickly towards Cas.
Zoey took Alexia door the hand and walked down the aisle.
“Zoey, wait!” Daphne shouted desperate.
Zoey turned around.”Do u have any idea what u put me through? What u put Alex through? After everything I’ve done for you. Gerard killed himself, because of you! How many lives do u have to destroy, before u realize you’re the one who needs to be put away in a cell?”
Daphne grabbed Zoey’s arm. “Please, listen to me. I never meant to hurt u of Alex. I thought I was helping. Tell me how I can make it up”
Zoey jerked her arm. “Stay away from me and Alex. And if u even care a little about Cas, u stay away from him, too”
She turned around and walked away.
