“Dean!” Sam exclaimed when he saw Dean sitting on the floor, his hands tied. He kneeled and freed his older brother.
“I’m going to kill him!” Dean snapped.
“What happened?” Sam asked frowning.
“Cas has gone crazy. He attacked me. He’s totally nuts” Dean explained furious. He tried to calm himself by taking a few deep breaths.
“Dean, we have to find him. He’s not himself” Sam said sharp. “I’m going to start calling people”
“You’re not calling that demon” Dean replied in a threatening way. Sam, who didn’t know who else to call, put his phone away. “I’m going to call the cops and tell him someone stole the Impala. If they can track down the car, we might be able to find Cas”
“Yeah, alright” Sam nodded.
Cas was injecting himself with heroin, while Isabel and Heather were downstairs.
Isabel got up and conjured her phone.
“What are you doing?” Heather asked nervous.
“I’m calling the cops” Isabel responded determined.
“No!” Heather yelled. Then, softer: “If they know I keep drugs in my house, they’ll put me in jail”
“You have a better idea, genius?” Isabel asked snarky.
“I know who we have to call” Heather nodded and she took her own phone, dialing Meg’s number. “You’re boyfriend’s here” she said before Meg could say anything. “He has a gun and he’s looking for drugs. I think he has a serious death wish, so unless you want to see him wither and die, I suggest you hurry the hell up”
Meg hung up and dialed Dean’s number, hoping Dean wouldn’t be so stubborn to ignore her. But of course he was. She cursed and dialed Sam’s number.
“Meg?” Sam asked, Dean shooting him an irritated glance. “What?...And where does Heather live?...Okay, thanks”
He ended the conversation and looked at Dean. “Cas is at Heather’s, looking for drugs. He has a gun and he’s keeping Heather hostage”
“Okay, let’s go” Dean replied and he ran downstairs, Sam following him. They walked outside and Dean walked to the first car they came across with. “Keep an eye on the street”
Sam obeyed and Dean forced the lock of the car. They got in the car and Dean pulled a few threads to get the car started. They drove away, when a man came out of his house, witnessing his car being stolen.
“I’m going to kill him!” Dean snapped.
“What happened?” Sam asked frowning.
“Cas has gone crazy. He attacked me. He’s totally nuts” Dean explained furious. He tried to calm himself by taking a few deep breaths.
“Dean, we have to find him. He’s not himself” Sam said sharp. “I’m going to start calling people”
“You’re not calling that demon” Dean replied in a threatening way. Sam, who didn’t know who else to call, put his phone away. “I’m going to call the cops and tell him someone stole the Impala. If they can track down the car, we might be able to find Cas”
“Yeah, alright” Sam nodded.
Cas was injecting himself with heroin, while Isabel and Heather were downstairs.
Isabel got up and conjured her phone.
“What are you doing?” Heather asked nervous.
“I’m calling the cops” Isabel responded determined.
“No!” Heather yelled. Then, softer: “If they know I keep drugs in my house, they’ll put me in jail”
“You have a better idea, genius?” Isabel asked snarky.
“I know who we have to call” Heather nodded and she took her own phone, dialing Meg’s number. “You’re boyfriend’s here” she said before Meg could say anything. “He has a gun and he’s looking for drugs. I think he has a serious death wish, so unless you want to see him wither and die, I suggest you hurry the hell up”
Meg hung up and dialed Dean’s number, hoping Dean wouldn’t be so stubborn to ignore her. But of course he was. She cursed and dialed Sam’s number.
“Meg?” Sam asked, Dean shooting him an irritated glance. “What?...And where does Heather live?...Okay, thanks”
He ended the conversation and looked at Dean. “Cas is at Heather’s, looking for drugs. He has a gun and he’s keeping Heather hostage”
“Okay, let’s go” Dean replied and he ran downstairs, Sam following him. They walked outside and Dean walked to the first car they came across with. “Keep an eye on the street”
Sam obeyed and Dean forced the lock of the car. They got in the car and Dean pulled a few threads to get the car started. They drove away, when a man came out of his house, witnessing his car being stolen.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got home from his work. He hung his coat on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.