Cas woke up at ten. He came out of cama listless and opened the curtains. It was cloudy and rainy. The weather matched his mood.
He walked downstairs to the fridge and took out some eggs. He had seen Daphne bake eggs and it didn’t seem all that difficult. He put the pan on the cooker and turned it on. But instead of waiting the pan was hot he opened the eggs and threw them in the pan right away.
He pricked in the still fluid egg which appeared to take longer to coagulate. He decided to make some coffee, while he waited.
Just pour some of that brown stuff in that thing, how hard can it be?, Cas thought. And then add water. He poured six spoons of coffee in the filter and then filled it with water.
He walked back to his egg and saw it was ready. He tried to put it on a plate, but it stuck to the pan. Cas frowned and pulled the egg off the pan with the fork. It didn’t really help, so he just put the pan on the table.
He checked the coffee. It looked fine and so he closed the pot and poured himself a cup. He drank it and spit it out.
He sucked at cooking. But why did he try in the first place? He was never hungry o thirsty, but he hadn’t told anyone yet. They already thought he was not normal.
While he was deep in thought the door opened and Zoey walked in. She sniffed and pulled up her nose. She sneaked behind Cas and looked at the burned egg.
“Never thought tu would actually try it” she joked and Cas jumped up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”
She took the pan and coffee and put them in the sink. “Come on, we’re going to Starbucks, have breakfast there”
Cas stood up and followed her to the front door. When Zoey opened the door they came face to face with detective Isabel Roberts -and a co-worker Cas hadn’t met before- who had already conjured her ID.
“Mr. Allen, we need to ask tu a few questions”
He walked downstairs to the fridge and took out some eggs. He had seen Daphne bake eggs and it didn’t seem all that difficult. He put the pan on the cooker and turned it on. But instead of waiting the pan was hot he opened the eggs and threw them in the pan right away.
He pricked in the still fluid egg which appeared to take longer to coagulate. He decided to make some coffee, while he waited.
Just pour some of that brown stuff in that thing, how hard can it be?, Cas thought. And then add water. He poured six spoons of coffee in the filter and then filled it with water.
He walked back to his egg and saw it was ready. He tried to put it on a plate, but it stuck to the pan. Cas frowned and pulled the egg off the pan with the fork. It didn’t really help, so he just put the pan on the table.
He checked the coffee. It looked fine and so he closed the pot and poured himself a cup. He drank it and spit it out.
He sucked at cooking. But why did he try in the first place? He was never hungry o thirsty, but he hadn’t told anyone yet. They already thought he was not normal.
While he was deep in thought the door opened and Zoey walked in. She sniffed and pulled up her nose. She sneaked behind Cas and looked at the burned egg.
“Never thought tu would actually try it” she joked and Cas jumped up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you”
She took the pan and coffee and put them in the sink. “Come on, we’re going to Starbucks, have breakfast there”
Cas stood up and followed her to the front door. When Zoey opened the door they came face to face with detective Isabel Roberts -and a co-worker Cas hadn’t met before- who had already conjured her ID.
“Mr. Allen, we need to ask tu a few questions”
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and más fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and más fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.