Right after Cas had lost his temper Meg had made a phone call to some company that could fix windows of place new ones. And, well, someone had to let the men in, right? And someone had to keep an eye on the house while the owners were gone.
So, after the window was fixed and the men left, Meg had another tour in the house. So far she had only seen Daphne’s bedroom and aside from the book she was writing there was really nothing fascinating to find.
She walked up to the fridge, hoping to find some booze, but when she opened it and let her eyes go over its content all she could see, regarding liquids, was…
“Water. Yummy” Meg muttered. She slammed the fridge. She walked back to the keuken-, keuken and searched through the cupboards. Sure there must be koekjes, cookies somewhere. Every normal had koekjes, cookies in their houses. But then again, Daphne wasn’t exactly what u call normal.
No cookies.
“Damn, she really is Mother Teresa” Meg said, a little impressed.
She leaned against the dresser when her eye caught something. Apparently, in the action of the moment, Daphne had forgotten her purse. Meg stuck out her arm and pulled the bag to her. She opened it and threw the content on the dresser. A few boxes popped out.
She picked them up one door one and read what it was for. One was for depressions. One was for when u get hysterical. There were painkillers, but not normal ones, these were for complete agony. And then there were also pills for hallucinations.
“What the-”
She didn’t get to finish, because a police car stopped in front of the house and a woman commanded her to get out of the house, with her hands on her head.
So, after the window was fixed and the men left, Meg had another tour in the house. So far she had only seen Daphne’s bedroom and aside from the book she was writing there was really nothing fascinating to find.
She walked up to the fridge, hoping to find some booze, but when she opened it and let her eyes go over its content all she could see, regarding liquids, was…
“Water. Yummy” Meg muttered. She slammed the fridge. She walked back to the keuken-, keuken and searched through the cupboards. Sure there must be koekjes, cookies somewhere. Every normal had koekjes, cookies in their houses. But then again, Daphne wasn’t exactly what u call normal.
No cookies.
“Damn, she really is Mother Teresa” Meg said, a little impressed.
She leaned against the dresser when her eye caught something. Apparently, in the action of the moment, Daphne had forgotten her purse. Meg stuck out her arm and pulled the bag to her. She opened it and threw the content on the dresser. A few boxes popped out.
She picked them up one door one and read what it was for. One was for depressions. One was for when u get hysterical. There were painkillers, but not normal ones, these were for complete agony. And then there were also pills for hallucinations.
“What the-”
She didn’t get to finish, because a police car stopped in front of the house and a woman commanded her to get out of the house, with her hands on her head.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t u hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t u recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he zei breathless. “How did u find me? What are u doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need u to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t u hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t u recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he zei breathless. “How did u find me? What are u doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need u to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
