Mrs. Jones was cleaning the breakfast میز, جدول when someone rang the bell. She put the dishes on the dresser and walked to the front door. She opened and froze.
“You” she کہا weak when seeing Cas.
“Hello, Mrs. Jones” Cas کہا friendly. “Can I come in, please?”
“I…I don’t know, Mr…” Mrs. Jones stammered reluctant.
“Novak. Castiel Novak” Cas introduced himself. He nodded at Meg. “This is Meg Masters. She’s a close friend. Please, Mrs. Jones, I just want to talk to you”
Mrs. Jones sighed. “Fine, then” she کہا and she let them in. She led them to the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ where...
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