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 she offered them to sit down. Cas looked around and whistled admiring.
“I see you’ve made some changes” he noticed. “Did آپ win the lottery?”
Mrs. Jones’ cheeks turned pink. “No, someone gave me the money”
“Why would someone do that?” Meg asked, taking a chocolate بسکٹ from the plate Mrs. Jones had put on table.
“Because they wanted me to testify against you” Mrs. Jones confessed ashamed.
“So, basically, آپ didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as آپ had a good life?” Meg summarized.
“Not me, my son” Mrs. Jones defended herself. “I didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as my son had a good life”
“You realize that if it wasn’t for Cas, your son would have no life at all?” Meg reminded Mrs. Jones in a calm, yet sinister voice.
“I know that” Mrs. Jones replied slowly and careful. “But آپ don’t know what it’s like. I wanted to give my son the future he deserves and if that meant I had to do something really bad, then so be it. I’m not proud of that, but let’s face it. آپ were found innocent” she said, looking desperate at Cas, trying to find some understanding. “When آپ have children of your own, آپ will understand”
Meg looked at her flat tummy, wondering if she should tell Cas. She shook her head and came back to earth.
“Yeah, see, there’s been a little problem with that” she کہا sweet, yet baleful. “Some people believed your crap testimony and decided to penalize Cas anyway”
“I’m really sorry” Mrs. Jones کہا weak, not liking the way this conversation was going.
“Where’s little Jerrick?” Cas changed the subject.
“At school” Mrs. Jones answered careful.
“Good” Cas شدہ تبصرہ smiling. “We don’t want to traumatize him with the sight of his ripped open mother”
“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 she offered them to sit down. Cas looked around and whistled admiring.
“I see you’ve made some changes” he noticed. “Did آپ win the lottery?”
Mrs. Jones’ cheeks turned pink. “No, someone gave me the money”
“Why would someone do that?” Meg asked, taking a chocolate بسکٹ from the plate Mrs. Jones had put on table.
“Because they wanted me to testify against you” Mrs. Jones confessed ashamed.
“So, basically, آپ didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as آپ had a good life?” Meg summarized.
“Not me, my son” Mrs. Jones defended herself. “I didn’t mind putting an innocent man in jail as long as my son had a good life”
“You realize that if it wasn’t for Cas, your son would have no life at all?” Meg reminded Mrs. Jones in a calm, yet sinister voice.
“I know that” Mrs. Jones replied slowly and careful. “But آپ don’t know what it’s like. I wanted to give my son the future he deserves and if that meant I had to do something really bad, then so be it. I’m not proud of that, but let’s face it. آپ were found innocent” she said, looking desperate at Cas, trying to find some understanding. “When آپ have children of your own, آپ will understand”
Meg looked at her flat tummy, wondering if she should tell Cas. She shook her head and came back to earth.
“Yeah, see, there’s been a little problem with that” she کہا sweet, yet baleful. “Some people believed your crap testimony and decided to penalize Cas anyway”
“I’m really sorry” Mrs. Jones کہا weak, not liking the way this conversation was going.
“Where’s little Jerrick?” Cas changed the subject.
“At school” Mrs. Jones answered careful.
“Good” Cas شدہ تبصرہ smiling. “We don’t want to traumatize him with the sight of his ripped open mother”
Cas kicked the door of their bedroom open. Daphne was sitting on سب, سب سے اوپر of Mitch.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne کہا with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are آپ doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are آپ completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, آپ knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. آپ go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.
“Daphne” Mitch said, looking at Cas.
“Don’t worry” Daphne کہا with a heavy voice. “That’s my husband. He knows I have my needs. It’s not my fault he’s incompetent”
Mitch pushed her off of him and searched for his clothes. Cas turned around and ran downstairs.
“What are آپ doing?” Daphne asked grumpy. “Come back in bed”
“Are آپ completely out of your mind?” Mitch exclaimed.
“Oh, please, آپ knew I was married” Daphne said.
“That was really low” Mitch said. “Get dressed. I’m done here. آپ go find someone else to consider your needs”
“Come on, don’t be like that” Daphne said.
They heard an enormous crack and they jumped.
“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked.