Sam parked the car in front of their motel. Dean was in no state to drive and even if he was he’d be capable of crashing into a wall. He helped Dean walk to the porch, while he tried to find his key with his free hand.
He could’ve saved himself the trouble, though. The door opened and Jo appeared. She moved aside and let Sam carry Dean inside. He brought him to the dipan, sofa and put him down. Dean fell down and closed his eyes.
Sam walked towards Jo.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jo asked with a concerned nod at Dean.
“Physically, sure” Sam replied. “Emotionally, I don’t think so. Not without our help”
“I’m really sorry I didn’t make it to the funeral” Jo said. “How was it?”
“Short” Sam responded. He didn’t tell her about the troublemakers. Instead, he told her what Dean had tried to do. “We need to keep an eye on him, Jo. I’m afraid that if he realizes that he can’t bring Cas back, he’ll kill himself”
A couple of hours later, Dean woke up. Jo was staring down at him in such way it reminded him of Cas. “Don’t do that” he berkata grumpy and he sat up.
“How are anda feeling?” Jo asked compassionate.
“Like my head’s going to explode” Dean muttered.
“You know that’s not what I mean” Jo returned. “You tried to make a deal with a demon”
Dean stood and walked away.
“Selling your soul won’t fix it. If anything, it’s only going to make things worse” Jo reasoned while she followed Dean to the kitchen. “I know anda want Cas to return, but that doesn’t make it okay”
Dean turned around to face her. His eyes were wet. “Of course it’s not okay! It’s never going to be okay! Cas is dead and he’s never coming back and that’s my fault!”
Jo and Sam looked at each other confused.
“How is this your fault?” Sam asked.
“I should’ve never left him alone with that psycho” Dean sobbed. He sat down and buried his head in his hands.
“Dean, anda can’t pin this on Meg” Sam komentar carefully.
“I’m not talking about Meg!” Dean exclaimed while he lifted his head. “I’m talking about Zoey Allen. She’s the reason all of this happened. I should’ve made sure he was really dead, when he walked into the lake. I should’ve killed Zoey when we were in that building. She fucking deserved it”
“You cinta him, don’t you?” Jo said. Dean looked at her and then at Sam, trying to figure out how he’d react if he’d fess up.
He could’ve saved himself the trouble, though. The door opened and Jo appeared. She moved aside and let Sam carry Dean inside. He brought him to the dipan, sofa and put him down. Dean fell down and closed his eyes.
Sam walked towards Jo.
“Is he going to be okay?” Jo asked with a concerned nod at Dean.
“Physically, sure” Sam replied. “Emotionally, I don’t think so. Not without our help”
“I’m really sorry I didn’t make it to the funeral” Jo said. “How was it?”
“Short” Sam responded. He didn’t tell her about the troublemakers. Instead, he told her what Dean had tried to do. “We need to keep an eye on him, Jo. I’m afraid that if he realizes that he can’t bring Cas back, he’ll kill himself”
A couple of hours later, Dean woke up. Jo was staring down at him in such way it reminded him of Cas. “Don’t do that” he berkata grumpy and he sat up.
“How are anda feeling?” Jo asked compassionate.
“Like my head’s going to explode” Dean muttered.
“You know that’s not what I mean” Jo returned. “You tried to make a deal with a demon”
Dean stood and walked away.
“Selling your soul won’t fix it. If anything, it’s only going to make things worse” Jo reasoned while she followed Dean to the kitchen. “I know anda want Cas to return, but that doesn’t make it okay”
Dean turned around to face her. His eyes were wet. “Of course it’s not okay! It’s never going to be okay! Cas is dead and he’s never coming back and that’s my fault!”
Jo and Sam looked at each other confused.
“How is this your fault?” Sam asked.
“I should’ve never left him alone with that psycho” Dean sobbed. He sat down and buried his head in his hands.
“Dean, anda can’t pin this on Meg” Sam komentar carefully.
“I’m not talking about Meg!” Dean exclaimed while he lifted his head. “I’m talking about Zoey Allen. She’s the reason all of this happened. I should’ve made sure he was really dead, when he walked into the lake. I should’ve killed Zoey when we were in that building. She fucking deserved it”
“You cinta him, don’t you?” Jo said. Dean looked at her and then at Sam, trying to figure out how he’d react if he’d fess up.
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.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one oleh one.
He leaned against the cold, marble dinding and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one oleh one.
He leaned against the cold, marble dinding and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.