Cas examined the rectangle he had found on the floor of his cell. There had been a note on it. ‘A present from Meg. Use it when tu need me’
A strange warmth filled Cas’ corazón as he read the note over and over again as if it were a amor letter. Somewhere behind all that tough actuación Meg cared for him. He knew that now and when he got out he would find her and convince her to give him another chance. He wouldn’t be so needy anymore, he wouldn’t…chase her like a lost puppy.
“I’m starting to think someone wrote a novel on that small piece of paper” a British voice said.
Cas looked up and saw Crowley. “What are tu doing here?” he asked amargo, amargos and shaking.
“In all honesty?” Crowley asked with raised eyebrows. “I’m just here to make fun of you. I won, tu know. If tu stay here, your life’s basically over. And if tu leave I’ll have tu executed. I never realized how useful women were until I met your pretty ex-wife”
“What?” Cas asked confused.
“I met a woman. She told me she was in amor with you, but tu left her and now she wants revenge. She seemed a little sociopathic” Crowley dicho cheerful.
Cas swallowed, Crowley laughed.
“Now, there’s something to think about” Crowley said, before vanishing.