Castiel

With cold, bare, bloodied and dirty feet Cas slowly moved forward. He waited a few segundos before each step as if he wasn’t sure how to put his feet down. A cold breeze blew in his face and he wrapped his arms around his body. It began to snow. He looked up as he heard noises. It sounded like humans. A woman was screaming. Cas followed the sound hesitantly. It led him to a yellow Fiat. He walked closer and saw to people. A man and a woman. They were half naked and they were moving. The woman had closed her eyes and screamed, but not from pain. She opened her eyes and screamed again, staring...

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
Meg looked up. There was a man standing outside her cell and he had a big smile on his face. He examined the ceiling.
“Who are you?” Meg demanded to know.
The man, who spoke with a British accent, raised one eyebrow. “Let me give tu a little hint. I saved the two of tu from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg dicho dry.
“You’re welcome” the ángel said.
“Are tu going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are tu here to mock me?” Meg asked a little annoyed.
“No” the ángel said, seeming to enjoy the situation. “Why don’t...

Meg was hiding in the guest rest room of the hospital. She should be resting, but first she needed to calm down. Who the hell did Cas think he was to lash out on her like that. He had begged her to get help. What was she supposed to do? Let him suffer? Thinking of it now, she realized she should’ve done exactly that.
“Have tu heard anything I dicho last night?”
Meg looked up in the mirror and saw the reflection of the young girl that had practically saved Cas’ life.
“I told tu he’s sick” the girl said.
“In his head, right” Meg snapped, without turning around.
“Exactly”...