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.
The sun fell on Amber’s face and she woke up by the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting next to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was. “I bit you, that’s why you’re in pain” Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. “I’m here to help you” he said softly. Amber shook her head. “No, stay away from me!” she said terrified. Stefan didn’t move an inch. “You need help. You’re in transition, it’s not a nice feeling if you don’t feed anytime soon. I bet you’re starving” he said. Amber shook her head heavily as her stomach rattled. “I’m going home” she said with a breaking voice. “Leave me alone!” She scribbled up and staggered away from Stefan.
