Cas had been transferred to intensive care and Dean was no longer allowed with him. He was standing outside, looking through the glass, ready to sound the alarm if anything out of the ordinary were to happen.
“Sir?”
Dean looked aside. A man in costume was standing beside him. His hand disappeared in his pocket and he conjured a small card. “I’m inspector Morris. I’d like to ask anda some pertanyaan about Castiel Novak”
Dean sighed tired, but nodded.
“Let’s go somewhere private” Morris suggested and he led Dean to an empty examination room.
“How long have anda known Castiel?” he started.
“Pretty long, a few years” Dean answered.
“Are anda guys close?” Morris continued.
“Yes” Dean replied hoarse.
“How did anda feel when anda found out Castiel was a murderer?” Morris provoked.
“He’s not a murderer!” Dean replied defensive.
“What about the fact that he faked his own death? Didn’t anda feel betrayed? Don’t anda feel the need to…punish him?” Morris continued unhesitating.
“I have no idea what you’re getting at” Dean replied furious.
“Strange things have happened to Castiel since he was diserahkan to the mental clinic. And all of those things happened when anda were around. How do anda explain that?” Morris now finally revealed the true reason for his visit.
Dean opened his mouth, but found no words to express his devastation.
“Are anda saying anda think I did this to him?” he managed to say.
“I’m saying that someone is out to get Castiel and so far anda are our only suspect” Morris answered cold. He stood from the tempat tidur where he’d been sitting on. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me, Mr. Winchester. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be”
“Sir?”
Dean looked aside. A man in costume was standing beside him. His hand disappeared in his pocket and he conjured a small card. “I’m inspector Morris. I’d like to ask anda some pertanyaan about Castiel Novak”
Dean sighed tired, but nodded.
“Let’s go somewhere private” Morris suggested and he led Dean to an empty examination room.
“How long have anda known Castiel?” he started.
“Pretty long, a few years” Dean answered.
“Are anda guys close?” Morris continued.
“Yes” Dean replied hoarse.
“How did anda feel when anda found out Castiel was a murderer?” Morris provoked.
“He’s not a murderer!” Dean replied defensive.
“What about the fact that he faked his own death? Didn’t anda feel betrayed? Don’t anda feel the need to…punish him?” Morris continued unhesitating.
“I have no idea what you’re getting at” Dean replied furious.
“Strange things have happened to Castiel since he was diserahkan to the mental clinic. And all of those things happened when anda were around. How do anda explain that?” Morris now finally revealed the true reason for his visit.
Dean opened his mouth, but found no words to express his devastation.
“Are anda saying anda think I did this to him?” he managed to say.
“I’m saying that someone is out to get Castiel and so far anda are our only suspect” Morris answered cold. He stood from the tempat tidur where he’d been sitting on. “I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me, Mr. Winchester. Don’t make this any harder than it has to be”
Since there was no way any of them was going to get any sleep, they packed their bags and loaded the Impala. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat selanjutnya to him and Meg on the backseat.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. anda didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.
“First stop: Pontiac, Illinois” Dean said, as he started the engines and drove ahead. As they drove Dean turned on the radio to break the silence.
Meg stared out of the window. She felt utterly powerless. Had she still been a demon she would’ve just zapped herself to him. But then maybe she wouldn’t have felt this way and she wouldn’t even bother to go find him.
Maybe this was a sign. Maybe she was supposed to let go and go back to her old life.
No!, she reproached herself. You’re not going back to killing for fun. anda didn’t get this far to throw it all away. You’re going to find Cas and get him back.
“Everything okay, there?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, I’m good” Meg replied with a mischievous smile.