His hand hurt so much he couldn’t speak.
“Can I speak with you for a moment? Outside?” the female cop said. She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. As soon as the door closed she let him go.
“For God’s sake, it’s your first day back. You really going to ruin it now? Control yourself” she hissed. “Did you hear what he said? He’s basically telling us that the poor woman had it coming” he snapped.
“I heard him, okay?” she said. Her face got a little softer. “Look, I know it’s hard, given the circumstances, but you have to keep it together”
“I know”
“How’s your hand?”
“I believe it’s broken”
“Hey, you know, that man in there?” she nodded at the door. “Rumor has it he can do all kinds of tricks with hands”
“Isabel? Has anyone ever told you you need to get a boyfriend?”
Isabel shot him an annoyed glance. “That’s not what I mean. Word has it he can heal people”
He widened his eyes. “That’s him? Wow, a healer with a violent character. How ironic” He stepped back in the room and Isobel followed him inside. Cas was still standing against the wall and the male cop walked towards her. “I hear you can fix people. I want you to fix my hand”
Cas touched the hand and it was healed. “I’m sorry about your wife” he said.
The man started struggling again, but Isabel pulled him back. “It was all over the news, Paul”
“And I’m sorry the real culprit was never caught” Cas said.
The door swung open right at the moment Paul wanted to punch Cas again. Paul lowered his arm and turned around.
“Detective Morgan? We need you in hearing room 2”
Paul nodded and walked outside. While the door was open an officer walked by, while he was holding a woman by her arm. Cas looked up the same moment the woman did. Cas frowned, not knowing why she was here and Meg waved and winked as she passed by.
“Can I speak with you for a moment? Outside?” the female cop said. She grabbed his arm and pulled him outside. As soon as the door closed she let him go.
“For God’s sake, it’s your first day back. You really going to ruin it now? Control yourself” she hissed. “Did you hear what he said? He’s basically telling us that the poor woman had it coming” he snapped.
“I heard him, okay?” she said. Her face got a little softer. “Look, I know it’s hard, given the circumstances, but you have to keep it together”
“I know”
“How’s your hand?”
“I believe it’s broken”
“Hey, you know, that man in there?” she nodded at the door. “Rumor has it he can do all kinds of tricks with hands”
“Isabel? Has anyone ever told you you need to get a boyfriend?”
Isabel shot him an annoyed glance. “That’s not what I mean. Word has it he can heal people”
He widened his eyes. “That’s him? Wow, a healer with a violent character. How ironic” He stepped back in the room and Isobel followed him inside. Cas was still standing against the wall and the male cop walked towards her. “I hear you can fix people. I want you to fix my hand”
Cas touched the hand and it was healed. “I’m sorry about your wife” he said.
The man started struggling again, but Isabel pulled him back. “It was all over the news, Paul”
“And I’m sorry the real culprit was never caught” Cas said.
The door swung open right at the moment Paul wanted to punch Cas again. Paul lowered his arm and turned around.
“Detective Morgan? We need you in hearing room 2”
Paul nodded and walked outside. While the door was open an officer walked by, while he was holding a woman by her arm. Cas looked up the same moment the woman did. Cas frowned, not knowing why she was here and Meg waved and winked as she passed by.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five year old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of Castle Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five year old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of Castle Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam said fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean said disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean said and Sam heard him lock the door.
“Daphne? It’s time to let me go” Martin said soft.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to move on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would show up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let you go? Aren’t you supposed to walk into the light or something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. You have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin said bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.
Daphne lifted her head and stared at him with wet and bloodshot eyes. “How? I can’t”
“It’s time for me to move on” Martin said. “I’ve been wandering around for too long. I’m done here. If I stay much longer, I could turn into a vengeful spirit”
Daphne shook her head. “I don’t believe that”
“You didn’t believe I would show up in the first place, either” Martin pointed out.
Daphne pulled her shoulders. “How do I let you go? Aren’t you supposed to walk into the light or something?”
Martin laughed. “Not exactly. You have to salt and burn my bones”
“So I need to go to the cemetery?” Daphne asked.
“No. That grave is empty” Martin said bitter.
“Then where are your bones?” Daphne asked nervous.
“You’re standing on them” Martin answered.