“Goodnight, Castiel” the nurse said before closing the door. When the door was closed Cas sat upright. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. He took the knife that was lying on the pedestal cupboard, without wondering who put it there.
He walked towards the wall and cut horizontal line in his stomach. He drove the knife deeper into his skin, causing blood to flow over his white clothes. He put the knife down and buried his fingers in his stomach. When they were covered in blood he placed them on the wall and started drawing signals.
He kept drawing until the winter sun peaked through the curtains.
Cas looked at the walls to find each and every one of them full of symbols, written in some red substance. Then he felt the stabbing pain in his stomach. He looked down and when he saw the blood he started panicking.
He ran towards the door and tried to open it, but found it locked. He bashed the door with his fists, wishing he could scream for help.
“Castiel, what’s going on?”
Castiel turned around and saw Naomi standing by the bed. She furrowed her eyebrows by seeing Cas’ injury. “You’re hurt. Come here. I will help you”
Cas reluctantly shuffled towards the angel. Naomi pushed him down on the bed and placed her hands on his stomach. Cas felt his stomach foam and a few minutes later the pain was gone.
“Goodnight, Castiel” Naomi said softly, before disappearing.
Alarmed by Cas’ screams Dean kicked the door in. He covered his mouth and swallowed by seeing the blood. He hurried to Cas who was lying still on the bed, his eyes closed. His hand lay on his stomach, covered in blood. Dean removed them and revealed a gaping wound, which was bleeding heavy.
He walked towards the wall and cut horizontal line in his stomach. He drove the knife deeper into his skin, causing blood to flow over his white clothes. He put the knife down and buried his fingers in his stomach. When they were covered in blood he placed them on the wall and started drawing signals.
He kept drawing until the winter sun peaked through the curtains.
Cas looked at the walls to find each and every one of them full of symbols, written in some red substance. Then he felt the stabbing pain in his stomach. He looked down and when he saw the blood he started panicking.
He ran towards the door and tried to open it, but found it locked. He bashed the door with his fists, wishing he could scream for help.
“Castiel, what’s going on?”
Castiel turned around and saw Naomi standing by the bed. She furrowed her eyebrows by seeing Cas’ injury. “You’re hurt. Come here. I will help you”
Cas reluctantly shuffled towards the angel. Naomi pushed him down on the bed and placed her hands on his stomach. Cas felt his stomach foam and a few minutes later the pain was gone.
“Goodnight, Castiel” Naomi said softly, before disappearing.
Alarmed by Cas’ screams Dean kicked the door in. He covered his mouth and swallowed by seeing the blood. He hurried to Cas who was lying still on the bed, his eyes closed. His hand lay on his stomach, covered in blood. Dean removed them and revealed a gaping wound, which was bleeding heavy.
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat next to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.