♦ Castiel ♦

Zoey parked her car on the Butterfield Park parking and got out of her car. She walked around her car and opened Alexia’s door.
“Why don’t tu go play on the field while I talk to aunty Daphne?” Zoey suggested.
“No, I want to come” Alexia pouted. “I want to ask herself”
“Okay” Zoey said, raising her hands. “As tu wish”
She took Alexia’s hand and walked to the restroom. She knocked. “Daphne, tu here?”
“Go away” Daphne said.
Zoey opened the door and walked in.
“I know tu got an invitation, but I would think you’d understand I don’t want tu here today”...

A few hours later Evan was back home. He was in his study working on his strategy to get Erin out of jail. He know he couldn’t defend her himself, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give Daniel a hand. His computer was on and a word document was opened. He’d already typed in a large text when suddenly it got deleted and a message in big letters appeared instead.
I AM DEAD!
Evan deleted the message and recovered his original article. Erin sighed frustrated, but Evan didn’t see nor hear her. She walked to the radio and played a song. Evan frowned when he recognized the song. It was the...

"I'm the one who gripped tu tight and raised tu from Perdition." (4x01)

"You should mostrar me some respect. I dragged tu out of hell. I can throw tu back in." (4x02)

"Uriel's the funniest ángel in the garrison. Ask anyone." (4x16)

"Do tu think the armies of heaven have nothing better to do but follow tu around?" (4x22)

(Into cell phone) "This isn't funny Dean, the voice says I'm almost out of minutes!" (5x04)

"I shouldn't be here, this is a guarida, den of iniquity!" (5x03)

Castiel's Voicemail Machine: "I... I don't understand... Why do tu want me to say my name?" (5x16)

"Hey, Ass-Butt!" (5x22)

"I suggest...

Dean parked his car in front of Evan’s house. Sam had convinced Dean to get over himself and help Evan with his ghost problem. They walked to the house and saw a body covered in bruises and blood. They forced the door open and entered the house. “Evan Trumble!” Dean called while he and Sam snuck through the hallway.
The cocina and living room were a wreckage. Sam kneeled and picked up a photograph. “Dean” he said. Dean turned around and looked at the picture. “Son of a bitch” he mumbled. They heard stumbling on the stairs and a couple of minutos later Evan appeared in the living...

The siguiente morning.
Cas was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. The door opened and Dean walked in. The guard wanted to close the door again, when Cas called him.
“Sir, would tu mind staying here? I’m worried about my safety” he said. “The intention is to keep me from going anywhere. Best way of doing that is to stay here, so I don’t climb a window o something”
The guard went standing siguiente to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat siguiente to the bed. “How are tu feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can tu tell me what happened?”...