Cas kicked the door of Meg’s motel room open. On his way he had tried to call her, but she wouldn’t answer her phone and at first sight she wasn’t here either.
“Meg!” Cas called. He received no response, so he checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. Cas glanced at the clock. 10:03 pm. She would probably be on her way to her first customer, whoever that was. He needed an address. He walked to the table, hoping there would be a little note on it. But other than a dirty cup of coffee and a coffee stain, the table was empty. He walked to the dresser and opened all drawers. He searched and threw the content on the floor. Again nothing. He walked to the cupboard in the living room, opened it and looked.
When after looking through all closets, cupboard and drawers he still hadn’t find any clue on Meg’s whereabouts Cas looked up at the ceiling.
“Anna! I know you can hear me! I need your help!” he yelled frustrated.
“What?” Anna asked short and Cas turned around.
“I’m looking for Meg. You have to help me find her” he said agitated.
“No” Anna refused. And before Cas could require an explanation, she gave one herself. “I know what Meg is up to. You realize she’s going to have sex, right? She’s not on a suicide mission. Stop being so jealous”
“But…” Cas began to object.
“I have to go” Anna cut him off. “I don’t have time to deal with your human issues” She vanished and left Cas defeated.
Then he heard a sound and he turned in the direction of the sound. The garbage bin had capsized. Cas sighed and walked to it. He bent through his knees and picked up the garbage. There were lots of wrappers in it. Apparently Meg loved chocolate. He threw the wrappers back in the bin, when he noticed something matt between the shiny material. He took a closer look at it and pulled the green paper from between the wrapper. He examined it, his eyes grew big and he scribbled up. Leaving the garbage for what it was he stormed out of the motel room.
“Meg!” Cas called. He received no response, so he checked the bathroom. She wasn’t there. Cas glanced at the clock. 10:03 pm. She would probably be on her way to her first customer, whoever that was. He needed an address. He walked to the table, hoping there would be a little note on it. But other than a dirty cup of coffee and a coffee stain, the table was empty. He walked to the dresser and opened all drawers. He searched and threw the content on the floor. Again nothing. He walked to the cupboard in the living room, opened it and looked.
When after looking through all closets, cupboard and drawers he still hadn’t find any clue on Meg’s whereabouts Cas looked up at the ceiling.
“Anna! I know you can hear me! I need your help!” he yelled frustrated.
“What?” Anna asked short and Cas turned around.
“I’m looking for Meg. You have to help me find her” he said agitated.
“No” Anna refused. And before Cas could require an explanation, she gave one herself. “I know what Meg is up to. You realize she’s going to have sex, right? She’s not on a suicide mission. Stop being so jealous”
“But…” Cas began to object.
“I have to go” Anna cut him off. “I don’t have time to deal with your human issues” She vanished and left Cas defeated.
Then he heard a sound and he turned in the direction of the sound. The garbage bin had capsized. Cas sighed and walked to it. He bent through his knees and picked up the garbage. There were lots of wrappers in it. Apparently Meg loved chocolate. He threw the wrappers back in the bin, when he noticed something matt between the shiny material. He took a closer look at it and pulled the green paper from between the wrapper. He examined it, his eyes grew big and he scribbled up. Leaving the garbage for what it was he stormed out of the motel room.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
