“Dean, wait!” Cas called agitated. “It’s not what آپ think. I can explain it”
Dean widened his eyes. “I’m waiting” he شدہ تبصرہ trembling.
“He کہا he was going to take me to prison” Cas started, shaking himself. “But I know he can’t do that. He has to follow strict orders from his superiors. So…I knew he was going to take me somewhere else and probably waste me…I had no choice, it was him یا me…Dean, آپ have to believe me”
Dean relaxed. “Of course I believe you” he sighed and walked back to Cas. He took his hands and saw the cuffs had cut Cas’ wrists....
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