The next morning.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. A door slammed and he startled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two hands grabbed his shoulders and he looked up.
“Meg?” he mumbled. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She left” Meg said nervous. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, so we have to hurry”
“I’m not sure what you mean” Cas said tired.
At that moment Meg really wanted to tell him the truth. About who he was, what he was, but she couldn’t. He would freak out and that was the last thing they wanted. Well, the second last thing right after Crowley finding him…and her.
“I’m not sure, but I think Daphne killed someone. That man, in her bed, I think she killed him” Meg said tensed.
Cas squeezed his eyes. “Why would you think that? Daphne doesn’t have a violent bone in her body” he said disbelieving.
Meg grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up. “Come, I want you to see something” She dragged Cas to the kitchen and pointed at a puddle of...
“Is that blood?” Cas asked, though he already knew the answer. He looked up at Meg. “I have no injuries, so it’s not my blood. Maybe Daphne is wounded and she went to the hospital”
“If she lost that much blood she wouldn’t be able to even go outside” Meg tried to talk some sense to Cas.
“Maybe it was me who hurt someone” Cas said slowly. “But I don’t remember anything about yesterday. Why can’t I remember anything?”
Meg had no chance to answer that question, because the door slammed a second time. Daphne was home.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. A door slammed and he startled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two hands grabbed his shoulders and he looked up.
“Meg?” he mumbled. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She left” Meg said nervous. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, so we have to hurry”
“I’m not sure what you mean” Cas said tired.
At that moment Meg really wanted to tell him the truth. About who he was, what he was, but she couldn’t. He would freak out and that was the last thing they wanted. Well, the second last thing right after Crowley finding him…and her.
“I’m not sure, but I think Daphne killed someone. That man, in her bed, I think she killed him” Meg said tensed.
Cas squeezed his eyes. “Why would you think that? Daphne doesn’t have a violent bone in her body” he said disbelieving.
Meg grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up. “Come, I want you to see something” She dragged Cas to the kitchen and pointed at a puddle of...
“Is that blood?” Cas asked, though he already knew the answer. He looked up at Meg. “I have no injuries, so it’s not my blood. Maybe Daphne is wounded and she went to the hospital”
“If she lost that much blood she wouldn’t be able to even go outside” Meg tried to talk some sense to Cas.
“Maybe it was me who hurt someone” Cas said slowly. “But I don’t remember anything about yesterday. Why can’t I remember anything?”
Meg had no chance to answer that question, because the door slammed a second time. Daphne was home.
''well it dont seem like nothin'' flame said '' well i like spyro but he already has a mate'' ''OMG shes lookin for a mate better play cool'' flame thought ''well im free'' ''but i got to know ya better b4 i look for a mate'' ''u went for spyro and u dont him yet ether'' true but hes so cute i cant resist'' well do ya wanna hang out'' okay'' lets go to the lake and fish'' ''sure'' at the lake spyro and cynder were already there fishin and ember saw them '' oh great spyro's with that nasty witch cynder again she's the evil one from the dark master wy wood he go out with her'' she thought ''lets go to this spot'' flame said snapping ember out of her trance-like state ''comin'' then cynder said ''woah spyro i caught i big one!'' ''good goin cynder'' ''thats good food for us'' ''tehtehtehteh'' cynder giggled ''u a good fisher too'' ''lets go back to the gardians with the food'' ''okay'' cynder said.
Sometime in our life, everyone must face the fear of rejection and being alone in the big, messed upn world.
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
Just what exactly do we know about love?
What insanity drives us to go through the whole heart-aching process that we dearly desire?
I, myself faced a type of rejection not long ago. There was a guy i liked in my year, who is very cute and therefor has lots of pretty fans of his own.
One day, i decided that i was getting too depressed about the whole thing and decided to tell him. or ecactly get my mate to tell him, and it turned out...not so greatly.
He knew that i like him-am i too obvious?-and does not, in any way at all, like me.
i tried not to be so damn depressed, but i cracked when i was walking home, i started crying. and he has no idea what an idiot i felt like, likig someone who doesn't like me. who doesn't know i exists...
