Daphne parked her car at 309 Jerry calle Suite 202. She and Zoey, who was carrying the box, stepped out of the car and walked towards a building with the name ‘Hope’s Promise’ on it. As they were walking an older woman came their way.
“Daphne, how lovely it is to see tu again. The children have missed you” she dicho and she lay her hand on Daphne’s cheek.
“Not as much as I missed them” Daphne smiled.
“Zoey, how are you, my dear?” the woman asked, taking Zoey’s hands in hers.
“Oh, well tu know, trying to save my soul from eternal doom” Zoey replied sarcastic.
“Keep praying, sweetheart” the woman smiled. “Someday God might save you, if tu just believe”
“You know me, believe is my middle name” Zoey dicho and Daphne shot her an angry glance.
“Mrs. Fueller? We baked some galletas and muffins for the children” Daphne said. Mrs. Fueller’s face changed. She sighed. “You know the rules, Daphne. No unhealthy snacks. I’m sorry”
Daphne blinked her eyes and swallowed. “Of course. Why didn’t I think about that?”
Zoey took Daphne’s arm. “Come on, let’s go home. Too bad for them” She tried to drag Daphne to the car.
“I mean, it’s not like I just drove all the way up here, wasting gasoline” Daphne continued and her voice was a little hysterical. “And it’s not like I spent two hours making these and it’s not like I left Emmanuel alone for it”
“I’m sorry, Daphne, but those are the rules” Mrs. Fueller said.
“Yeah? Well, if your parents had forced tu that rule tu may have been married to someone other than God” Daphne dicho rude.
“Daphne, please don’t make scene” Zoey dicho soft. “We’re going to drive inicial and eat all of these together. You, me and Emmanuel. And we’re going to watch a Ringer marathon and it’s going to be fun”
“You’re going to hell, Mrs. Fueller!” Daphne shouted. “You are an ungrateful, selfish, spoiled descendant of Satan! tu don’t care about anyone but yourself!”
Mrs. Fueller was too shocked to react, but Zoey gave her an apologizing look.
“Come on, D, get in the car” she dicho and she tightened her grip. Daphne freed herself and grabbed the box out of Zoey’s arm. “Gluttony is a sin, right?”
Zoey nodded. Daphne smiled.
“Mrs. Fueller, we have to go. We have a sin to commit” Daphne said. “Please pray that we might find redemption” she added.
“Daphne, how lovely it is to see tu again. The children have missed you” she dicho and she lay her hand on Daphne’s cheek.
“Not as much as I missed them” Daphne smiled.
“Zoey, how are you, my dear?” the woman asked, taking Zoey’s hands in hers.
“Oh, well tu know, trying to save my soul from eternal doom” Zoey replied sarcastic.
“Keep praying, sweetheart” the woman smiled. “Someday God might save you, if tu just believe”
“You know me, believe is my middle name” Zoey dicho and Daphne shot her an angry glance.
“Mrs. Fueller? We baked some galletas and muffins for the children” Daphne said. Mrs. Fueller’s face changed. She sighed. “You know the rules, Daphne. No unhealthy snacks. I’m sorry”
Daphne blinked her eyes and swallowed. “Of course. Why didn’t I think about that?”
Zoey took Daphne’s arm. “Come on, let’s go home. Too bad for them” She tried to drag Daphne to the car.
“I mean, it’s not like I just drove all the way up here, wasting gasoline” Daphne continued and her voice was a little hysterical. “And it’s not like I spent two hours making these and it’s not like I left Emmanuel alone for it”
“I’m sorry, Daphne, but those are the rules” Mrs. Fueller said.
“Yeah? Well, if your parents had forced tu that rule tu may have been married to someone other than God” Daphne dicho rude.
“Daphne, please don’t make scene” Zoey dicho soft. “We’re going to drive inicial and eat all of these together. You, me and Emmanuel. And we’re going to watch a Ringer marathon and it’s going to be fun”
“You’re going to hell, Mrs. Fueller!” Daphne shouted. “You are an ungrateful, selfish, spoiled descendant of Satan! tu don’t care about anyone but yourself!”
Mrs. Fueller was too shocked to react, but Zoey gave her an apologizing look.
“Come on, D, get in the car” she dicho and she tightened her grip. Daphne freed herself and grabbed the box out of Zoey’s arm. “Gluttony is a sin, right?”
Zoey nodded. Daphne smiled.
“Mrs. Fueller, we have to go. We have a sin to commit” Daphne said. “Please pray that we might find redemption” she added.
Dean and Sam were in the waiting room of the hospital, both drinking coffee. There was no way any of them could sleep now.
Kevin and Alexia entered the hospital. They had informed Anna about Cas’ disastrous actuación and she had directed them to Sam and Dean.
“Hey” Kevin said. Sam looked up.
“Kevin! What are tu doing here? I thought tu were hiding from Crowley” Sam exclaimed hoarse. He was getting tired.
“Yeah, I was, but something came up” Kevin explained. He sat down siguiente to Sam and Alexia siguiente to Dean. “We had a little visit from our old friend Cas”
“You know where he is?” Dean asked urgent.
“Not anymore” Kevin commented. “He destroyed the tablets”
“He what?” Sam exclaimed surprised.
“He destroyed the tablets” Alexia repeated. “And then he took off. Anna went out looking for him, but she needs tu two to get Meg to fess up. Get her to talk”
Kevin and Alexia entered the hospital. They had informed Anna about Cas’ disastrous actuación and she had directed them to Sam and Dean.
“Hey” Kevin said. Sam looked up.
“Kevin! What are tu doing here? I thought tu were hiding from Crowley” Sam exclaimed hoarse. He was getting tired.
“Yeah, I was, but something came up” Kevin explained. He sat down siguiente to Sam and Alexia siguiente to Dean. “We had a little visit from our old friend Cas”
“You know where he is?” Dean asked urgent.
“Not anymore” Kevin commented. “He destroyed the tablets”
“He what?” Sam exclaimed surprised.
“He destroyed the tablets” Alexia repeated. “And then he took off. Anna went out looking for him, but she needs tu two to get Meg to fess up. Get her to talk”
One week later.
Heather was sitting por Meg’s bed. A week had gone por and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Heather was sitting por Meg’s bed. A week had gone por and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
