Meg had locked the door of her bedroom and sat down, leaning against it. Cas was sitting on the other side of the door.
“Meg, I’m really sorry for what just happened” Cas کہا remorseful. “I don’t know why I’m saying those things یا doing those things. آپ know I’d never hurt آپ deliberately”
Meg let her head rest on her knees. She was going to kill Dean Winchester. This was his fault. He should’ve taken Cas with him. Then Cas could’ve taken his anger out on all the evil sons of a bitches out there.
“It’s the pain” Cas tried to explain himself. “You don’t know what it’s like. It’s like my insides are trying to rip themselves apart and it’s like someone is constantly putting needles in my head”
That sure sounded painful. This could be the work of witches, Meg thought.
“Meg, you’re the only one that can help me. Don’t turn your back on me now” Cas begged. All of a sudden he gasped for air, gagged and vomited.
Meg opened the door and looked from the vomit to Cas. She bent through her knees, grabbed his shoulders and dragged him inside her room. She lay him on the بستر as gentle as possible and then cleaned his face with a napkin.
She stood and wanted to leave, when Cas grabbed her arm. She reluctantly turned around, expecting Cas to lash out on her again.
But there was no fury on his face, just…hurt.
“You have to help me” he begged weak.