The volgende morning.
Cas was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. The door opened and Dean walked in. The guard wanted to close the door again, when Cas called him.
“Sir, would u mind staying here? I’m worried about my safety” he said. “The intention is to keep me from going anywhere. Best way of doing that is to stay here, so I don’t climb a window of something”
The guard went standing volgende to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat volgende to the bed. “How are u feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can u tell me what happened?” Dean asked compassionate. Cas looked down and played with his fingers.
“It was inspector Anderson. When I told him I was responsible for Isabel’s death he lost it” Cas explained. “He came to me last night. I don’t understand why no one came. I was screaming, someone must’ve heard it. They probably believed I had it coming”
“I’m going to kill him” Dean swore furious.
“No, Dean” Cas shook his head and he lay his hand on Dean’s. “I understand why he did it. I killed his partner, they were close”
“Is it over now?” Dean asked careful. “I mean, are there still people u need to kill?”
“No” Cas answered hoarse. “I’m done…I’d like to come home pagina now. That is if you’ll still have me”
“What are u talking about? I will always have you” Dean responded.
“Thank you, Dean” Cas mumbled softly.