Cas opened his eyes and rolled them to left. Meg was sitting next to his bed. He looked down and noticed he was holding something in his hand. He rolled his eyes to the right and saw the machines and the perfusion leading some kind of fluid medication into his veins. He frowned and tried to pull all threads out of his body.
“No, Cas, don’t do that” Meg tried to stop him. “You have to get better”
Meg didn’t understand. Medication or drugs was what triggered it. He wasn’t himself when he took them.
Cas opened his mouth to explain, but something entirely different was said.
“Get out”
Wait, why did he say that? That’s not what he meant to tell.
“What?” Meg asked, to make she’d heard Cas correctly.
“Get out” Cas repeated unwillingly. “I don’t want to see you anymore. You are the reason I am here. You brought Heather to me. You’re the reason I almost died”
No! No, don’t listen to what I’m saying!, Cas thought desperately. If only Meg could read his mind.
“I should’ve gone with Dean and Sam and Jo” Cas continued heartless, but as he saw Meg’s eyes go wet, he felt tears coming up in his own.
Meg swallowed and forced the tears back. She was not going to cry. Not now, not when Cas was being so horrible to her.
“Fine, then I’ll go” she finally reacted. “The Winchesters are on their way back. You won’t see me again, but before I leave you, you should remember this. When those men attacked you, it was me who took care of you. When the pain was driving you insane, it was me who looked for a way to redeem you. And I’m the one who stayed here until you woke up. I don’t expect you to be thankful, but I won’t allow you to forget it either”
She stood and turned around. Cas took her hand, accidentally dropping the necklace. Meg was right, about everything. And he was grateful, more than grateful. He wanted to tell her that. Come on, Cas, just three little words, that’s all. You can do it.
“I…hate you” he mumbled resentful.
Meg jerked her hand and walked out of the room.
“No, Cas, don’t do that” Meg tried to stop him. “You have to get better”
Meg didn’t understand. Medication or drugs was what triggered it. He wasn’t himself when he took them.
Cas opened his mouth to explain, but something entirely different was said.
“Get out”
Wait, why did he say that? That’s not what he meant to tell.
“What?” Meg asked, to make she’d heard Cas correctly.
“Get out” Cas repeated unwillingly. “I don’t want to see you anymore. You are the reason I am here. You brought Heather to me. You’re the reason I almost died”
No! No, don’t listen to what I’m saying!, Cas thought desperately. If only Meg could read his mind.
“I should’ve gone with Dean and Sam and Jo” Cas continued heartless, but as he saw Meg’s eyes go wet, he felt tears coming up in his own.
Meg swallowed and forced the tears back. She was not going to cry. Not now, not when Cas was being so horrible to her.
“Fine, then I’ll go” she finally reacted. “The Winchesters are on their way back. You won’t see me again, but before I leave you, you should remember this. When those men attacked you, it was me who took care of you. When the pain was driving you insane, it was me who looked for a way to redeem you. And I’m the one who stayed here until you woke up. I don’t expect you to be thankful, but I won’t allow you to forget it either”
She stood and turned around. Cas took her hand, accidentally dropping the necklace. Meg was right, about everything. And he was grateful, more than grateful. He wanted to tell her that. Come on, Cas, just three little words, that’s all. You can do it.
“I…hate you” he mumbled resentful.
Meg jerked her hand and walked out of the room.
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat next to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. You didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
Meg looked around the police station. So that was why no one was answering her calls for help. They were all dead. There were bodies everywhere and their insides were torn out. The floor was covered in blood.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.
“Meg”
Meg looked up. Daphne had entered the building. She stared shocked at the bodies.
“You killed all those people” she said trembling. It wasn’t a question, but an observation. “You’re going to hurt more people. I can’t let you do that”
“You can’t handle me. I’m too strong for your” Meg said. She walked towards Daphne and passed her. If she was going to try something Meg could easily take her down.
However, as she passed by, Daphne jumped forward and stabbed Meg in her neck with a syringe, containing a red substance.
“Aaaahhh!” Meg gasped and she touched her neck. “What the hell are you doing?”
But Daphne had left the building and ran for her life.