Mrs. Jones tried to get up, but Cas pushed her back down on the chair. “Meg, why don’t you go check the car? I’m sure there’s some useful stuff in there”
“Be right back” Meg smiled and she went away.
“You don’t have to do this” Mrs. Jones insisted. “You can take your girl and leave and we can all pretend you were never here”
“You like to pretend, don’t you?” Cas noted. He heard the door close and Meg running back into the kitchen, holding up ropes.
“Is this useful?” she smirked. Cas nodded with his head and Meg walked to him.
“Tie her hands to the arm-rests” Cas ordered and Meg did what he said. When Mrs. Jones was tied onto her chair Cas pulled two chairs, one for Meg, one for himself and they both sat down. “When is your son coming home, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked polite.
Mrs. Jones pressed her lips tightly. Whatever these two psycho’s were going to do with her, she was not putting Jerrick in any jeopardy.
“Mrs. Jones, it’s really the best if you just answer the question” Meg advised the woman. Mrs. Jones looked up, hate burning in her eyes and she spat in Meg’s face. As Meg wiped the spit off her face, Cas jumped up and slapped Mrs. Jones in the face, making her head turn sideward.
“That wasn’t nice, was it? What happened to your hospitality, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked in a calm voice, though it took him some effort. “Maybe we should set up a few rules. When we ask you a question, you answer it. No insulting actions. Am I clear?”
Mrs. Jones nodded and Cas smiled.
“I knew you were a smart woman” he said. “Now, when does your son get home? See, I realize you don’t mind me beating you black and blue, but if you don’t give me the answer Meg is going to be really pissed and she will feel obligated to elaborate on your son”
Mrs. Jones looked up scared. “No. Leave him out of this. He’s got nothing to do with this” she begged, her eyes getting wet.
“He has everything to do with this” Cas replied soft. “ You involved him by testifying that I-how was it again? Oh, I remember-had my hands all over him. Look, Mrs. Jones, I would never hurt a child. So you just tell us when and where to pick up Jerrick and that’s that. We won’t hurt him. It’s not his fault his mother is a lying bitch, now is it?”
“Do you promise my son will be left unharmed?” she asked putting accent to every word.
“Mrs. Jones, unlike you I’m very well capable of keeping my word” Cas responded. He looked at Meg. “Could you find me a piece of paper and a pen?”
Meg stood up and searched the drawers, until she found the utensils Cas required. She gave them to Cas who put the pen in Mrs. Jones right hand.
“You’re going to write a note, giving Meg permission to pick up Jerrick”
“Be right back” Meg smiled and she went away.
“You don’t have to do this” Mrs. Jones insisted. “You can take your girl and leave and we can all pretend you were never here”
“You like to pretend, don’t you?” Cas noted. He heard the door close and Meg running back into the kitchen, holding up ropes.
“Is this useful?” she smirked. Cas nodded with his head and Meg walked to him.
“Tie her hands to the arm-rests” Cas ordered and Meg did what he said. When Mrs. Jones was tied onto her chair Cas pulled two chairs, one for Meg, one for himself and they both sat down. “When is your son coming home, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked polite.
Mrs. Jones pressed her lips tightly. Whatever these two psycho’s were going to do with her, she was not putting Jerrick in any jeopardy.
“Mrs. Jones, it’s really the best if you just answer the question” Meg advised the woman. Mrs. Jones looked up, hate burning in her eyes and she spat in Meg’s face. As Meg wiped the spit off her face, Cas jumped up and slapped Mrs. Jones in the face, making her head turn sideward.
“That wasn’t nice, was it? What happened to your hospitality, Mrs. Jones?” Cas asked in a calm voice, though it took him some effort. “Maybe we should set up a few rules. When we ask you a question, you answer it. No insulting actions. Am I clear?”
Mrs. Jones nodded and Cas smiled.
“I knew you were a smart woman” he said. “Now, when does your son get home? See, I realize you don’t mind me beating you black and blue, but if you don’t give me the answer Meg is going to be really pissed and she will feel obligated to elaborate on your son”
Mrs. Jones looked up scared. “No. Leave him out of this. He’s got nothing to do with this” she begged, her eyes getting wet.
“He has everything to do with this” Cas replied soft. “ You involved him by testifying that I-how was it again? Oh, I remember-had my hands all over him. Look, Mrs. Jones, I would never hurt a child. So you just tell us when and where to pick up Jerrick and that’s that. We won’t hurt him. It’s not his fault his mother is a lying bitch, now is it?”
“Do you promise my son will be left unharmed?” she asked putting accent to every word.
“Mrs. Jones, unlike you I’m very well capable of keeping my word” Cas responded. He looked at Meg. “Could you find me a piece of paper and a pen?”
Meg stood up and searched the drawers, until she found the utensils Cas required. She gave them to Cas who put the pen in Mrs. Jones right hand.
“You’re going to write a note, giving Meg permission to pick up Jerrick”
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
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.
Zoey woke up in a hospital bed. She wasn’t happy to be there. Crowley had taken away her angel powers and she was completely human again.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are you going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess you should call him” Zoey said and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed by her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
She walked to the door and opened it. She came face to face with a guardian.
“Miss Allen, where are you going?” the guardian asked.
“What is this?” Zoey frowned. “Why is there police guarding my room?”
“I’m just following orders, Miss Allen” the guardian answered. “My boss has a few questions for you”
“Then I guess you should call him” Zoey said and she walked back into her room.
She walked to the window and opened it. Her room was on ground floor, so she didn’t have to climb that deep. She swung her leg over the edge, followed by her other leg. She jumped and landed on the pavers. She turned around and ran away.
“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.
