“Tell me tu amor me” Zoey dicho furious.
“I could never amor you. tu manipulating, lying, evil slut” Cas dicho bitter.
“Do tu want me to pull out some más organs?” Zoey threatened.
Cas’ eyes bulged and he heavily shook his head.
“No, please, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” he begged with tears in his eyes.
Zoey didn’t listen and forced her arm inside Cas for the third time.
“Stop doing that! It really hurts!” Cas now cried. “I’m sorry that I don’t amor you”
Zoey’s hand searched its way up, causing Cas to throw up some más blood.
“I think that’s your heart”...

It was visiting hora in prison and a guard told Cas someone wanted to see him. Cas expected to see Dean o Sam, but when he entered the visitors room it was Zoey who waved at him discreetly.
The guard brought him to the mesa, tabla and then withdrew himself. Cas sat down.
“Hi, Emmanuel” Zoey dicho full of compassion. “I’m sorry. Castiel, right? Daphne told me tu found out who tu are. How do tu like your new old life?”
Cas looked around him, then back at Zoey and let his shoulders hang.
“I’m sorry. That was a stupid question” Zoey said.
“What are tu doing here?” Cas wondered. “Why...

It was night and visiting hours were long over, but that didn’t stop Dean from checking on his best friend.
Cas was sitting on the cold floor, his head buried in his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Dean, always armed with a lighter, made some light, because it was pitchdark.
“Hello, in there” he dicho a little nervous.
“Go away” Cas dicho hoarse.
“Sure, I’ll wait for tu outside” Dean dicho confident.
“Then tu can wait for a very long time” Cas said. “Because I’m not coming”
“Why not?” Dean asked a bit frustrated. “This isn’t about Meg, is it?”...

The slam of the door echoed in my mind, even though it had been a few minutes, while I just lay there, on the floor. I could feel a piece of jagged glass digging slightly into my back and rolled slightly to release the pressure. My head was banging harder than it had done in a long time; I had driven for hours and then been beaten up por mo own brother. Well worth the journey, dicho the sarcastic, amargo, amargos voice in my head. I knew I should get up, should get out of the room before room service called and I had to think of an excuse of why not to pay, o find a phony credit card...but I couldn’t....