Dean opened the door of the mansion and he and Sam entered. Anna had told them where to find Cas.
Dean walked into the living room and saw the old man on the carpet, his eyes wide open. Sam pulled out his gun and so did Dean.
“Cas?” Dean called.
Meg’s eyes widened and Cas quickly covered her mouth. He pulled her behind the closet. “Hush” he whispered and he removed his hand.
Dean looked at Sam and signed he’d buscar upstairs and Sam would buscar downstairs. Dean sneaked upstairs and listened carefully.
Sam ran downstairs into the basement and became sick when he saw the two corpses.
“Are tu afraid of heights?” Cas whispered in Meg’s ear. Meg shook her head. “Okay” Cas ran quietly to the door and closed it carefully. “I amor people who keep a lock on their door” he whispered as he turned the key.
Dean entered the bathroom and saw the clothes in the ducha, ducha de cabin. He bent through his knees and picked some up. He recognized them and realized both Cas and Meg were here o had been here and it wasn’t hard to figure out what they had been doing. He left the bathroom and wanted to open the closest bedroom, which was locked.
“Cas?” Dean shouted and banged the door. “I know you’re in there. And I know Meg’s in there, too”
Cas opened the window and he and Meg climbed over the edge.
Dean aimed at the lock and shot. The door opened and he walked inside. There was no one, but the window stood wide open.
Sam walked back upstairs. Everyone in the basement was dead. Halfway the stairs he stopped as he heard the engines of the Impala running. There was no way Dean would leave without him, so he raced upstairs.
Dean ran towards the window, just in time to see his baby driving away.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed.
Dean walked into the living room and saw the old man on the carpet, his eyes wide open. Sam pulled out his gun and so did Dean.
“Cas?” Dean called.
Meg’s eyes widened and Cas quickly covered her mouth. He pulled her behind the closet. “Hush” he whispered and he removed his hand.
Dean looked at Sam and signed he’d buscar upstairs and Sam would buscar downstairs. Dean sneaked upstairs and listened carefully.
Sam ran downstairs into the basement and became sick when he saw the two corpses.
“Are tu afraid of heights?” Cas whispered in Meg’s ear. Meg shook her head. “Okay” Cas ran quietly to the door and closed it carefully. “I amor people who keep a lock on their door” he whispered as he turned the key.
Dean entered the bathroom and saw the clothes in the ducha, ducha de cabin. He bent through his knees and picked some up. He recognized them and realized both Cas and Meg were here o had been here and it wasn’t hard to figure out what they had been doing. He left the bathroom and wanted to open the closest bedroom, which was locked.
“Cas?” Dean shouted and banged the door. “I know you’re in there. And I know Meg’s in there, too”
Cas opened the window and he and Meg climbed over the edge.
Dean aimed at the lock and shot. The door opened and he walked inside. There was no one, but the window stood wide open.
Sam walked back upstairs. Everyone in the basement was dead. Halfway the stairs he stopped as he heard the engines of the Impala running. There was no way Dean would leave without him, so he raced upstairs.
Dean ran towards the window, just in time to see his baby driving away.
“Son of a bitch!” he cursed.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did tu get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did tu get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.