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Amelia made sure Jimmy was fast asleep, before she snuck out of the room and tiptoed to her daughter’s bedroom. She turned the key and opened the door. Claire was sitting on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs.
Amelia walked into the room.
“Are tu okay?” she asked concerned.
Claire shook her head heavy. “No. Dad’s totally nuts. He’s been gone for years and now he thinks he can throw around insults like he owns the place”
Amelia sank down on the bed. “Your father has been through a lot. Castiel made him suffer and he couldn’t be with us, his family. I think it would...

The midday sun was shining high at the sky when Amelia drove into her street. Jimmy hadn’t dicho a word during the entire ride of fourteen hours. She parked the car on the driveway, swallowed and then turned to her long lost husband.
“Claire doesn’t know” she dicho with heavy and tired voice. “It all happened so fast and she was chatting with friends. I didn’t want to upset her”
“You don’t have to apologize” Jimmy comentó softly. “I know it must have been a shock to tu when I called tu last night, but I thought it would be better than to mostrar up on our doorstep”
Amelia...

Jimmy closed the door of the hospital behind him. He was lucky it was dark. His hospital delantal would’ve been very noticeable in broad daylight. Nevertheless he needed clothes. He couldn’t travel in hospital clothes. People might think he’s some nutcase who escaped. He started window shopping, staying in the shadows.
After a while he came across a clothing shop. He looked around to make sure no one was looking his direction. Then he grabbed a flowerpot from the window-ledge and threw it through the window. The glass shattered and Jimmy jumped inside, while the alarm was howling. He quickly...

Dean walked inside a diner. He was hungry, so he’d have some hamburgers and a beer. He walked to a mesa, tabla and signaled at the waitress. She froze when she saw him, but walked to him anyway.
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss comentó softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten minutos later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean dicho flirty. “Why don’t tu sit down?”...

Meg walked through an alley when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the screen.
“What?” she dicho hostile.
“Meg?”
She recognized Dean’s voice, but there was something about the way he dicho her name. There was only one person who dicho her name like that.
“What do tu want?” she asked, determined not to let het guard down.
“Can we meet?” Cas asked. “At Butterfield Park?”
“Sure” Meg gave in. “See tu there in ten minutes”
Ten minutos later Meg stood por the swimming pool in Butterfield Park when Cas walked her way. Before she knew what happened...