Dean entered the café Cas had left an hour ago. Cas had called him by using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back to Dean. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him”
Dean, who noticed the constant glares from the barkeeper to the three, nodded and turned around. Cas had been here, but Dean wouldn’t get any information out of the barkeeper or the customers. So he left the café and walked down the street. It didn’t take long before he found Cas’ phone. He bent through his knees and picked it.
“Cas?!” Dean called. He kept walking to the end of the street, which didn’t lead anywhere. He turned his head and then noticed the blood on the wall. He looked down and saw there was blood on the pavers as well. He followed the trail to a dark alley, where the trail stopped.
“Cas?!” Dean yelled again.
At the end of the alley something moved. A dark figure slowly scribbled up, as if every little movement he made hurt like hell. He closed his trench coat tightly around him, since that was all the clothing he had left.
The first Dean saw were bare, bloodied feet shuffling forward, followed by abraded legs. Dean hurried to his best friend.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, even though he had a suspicion. “Wait here, I’ll go get the car”
A few minutes later Dean positioned the Impala before the alley and stepped out. He walked back to Cas and supported him until they reached the car. Cas frowned when he sat down, which confirmed Dean’s suspicion.
Dean started the engines and wanted to drive to the motel he, Sam, Ellen and Jo were staying for the time being.
“Dean” Cas said difficult. He had to squeeze the words out. “Could you take me to Meg?”
“What? Why?” Dean asked a little offended. He was the one who’d been looking for Cas everywhere. Not Meg. Meg has dumped him.
“Please, Dean” Cas begged him. “It’s not you…I…I just…It’s difficult for me to be around you…or Sam” he ended ashamed.
“Alright, then” Dean sighed. “But first we need to get you some clothes”
He turned the car and back to their motel.
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back to Dean. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him”
Dean, who noticed the constant glares from the barkeeper to the three, nodded and turned around. Cas had been here, but Dean wouldn’t get any information out of the barkeeper or the customers. So he left the café and walked down the street. It didn’t take long before he found Cas’ phone. He bent through his knees and picked it.
“Cas?!” Dean called. He kept walking to the end of the street, which didn’t lead anywhere. He turned his head and then noticed the blood on the wall. He looked down and saw there was blood on the pavers as well. He followed the trail to a dark alley, where the trail stopped.
“Cas?!” Dean yelled again.
At the end of the alley something moved. A dark figure slowly scribbled up, as if every little movement he made hurt like hell. He closed his trench coat tightly around him, since that was all the clothing he had left.
The first Dean saw were bare, bloodied feet shuffling forward, followed by abraded legs. Dean hurried to his best friend.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, even though he had a suspicion. “Wait here, I’ll go get the car”
A few minutes later Dean positioned the Impala before the alley and stepped out. He walked back to Cas and supported him until they reached the car. Cas frowned when he sat down, which confirmed Dean’s suspicion.
Dean started the engines and wanted to drive to the motel he, Sam, Ellen and Jo were staying for the time being.
“Dean” Cas said difficult. He had to squeeze the words out. “Could you take me to Meg?”
“What? Why?” Dean asked a little offended. He was the one who’d been looking for Cas everywhere. Not Meg. Meg has dumped him.
“Please, Dean” Cas begged him. “It’s not you…I…I just…It’s difficult for me to be around you…or Sam” he ended ashamed.
“Alright, then” Dean sighed. “But first we need to get you some clothes”
He turned the car and back to their motel.
“Bonnie?” Damon shouted. “Bonnie, where are you? Get back here!” But when nothing happened he understood he had to do this himself. He looked up at the chains and started pulling with all his strength. It hurt immensely, but he couldn’t stop. If this pain was necessary to be with Elena, he would go through it.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
The next morning.
A buzzing sound, coming from Caroline’s pedestal cupboard woke her up and she opened her eyes. She took her phone and opened it. She had received a message from an unknown person.
“I know what you are and we will destroy you” she read aloud. She swung her legs off the bed and searched for her ring. When she had found it she put it on and walked to the window. She shoved the curtain and stared outside.
The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain.
Caroline opened the window and climbed over the edge.
“Game on, bitch” she mumbled, before she jumped and landed gracefully on the pavers.
A buzzing sound, coming from Caroline’s pedestal cupboard woke her up and she opened her eyes. She took her phone and opened it. She had received a message from an unknown person.
“I know what you are and we will destroy you” she read aloud. She swung her legs off the bed and searched for her ring. When she had found it she put it on and walked to the window. She shoved the curtain and stared outside.
The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain.
Caroline opened the window and climbed over the edge.
“Game on, bitch” she mumbled, before she jumped and landed gracefully on the pavers.