The Secret mduara, duara

Isabel was sitting at the bar of the local pub, trying to get some information.
“Can I get the usual, Neil?” she asked casual. Neil prepared a koki zero and gave it to her. “Hey, I heard a few nasty things went down here. Could wewe tell me a little zaidi about it?”
“Not here” Neil corrected her. “Outside”
“I heard some of wewe regulars were murdered. Does the police have any suspects?” Isabel asked, pretending to be just curious.
“Yeah” Neil alisema obvious. “A lot of my customers saw him provoking them here. They went after him and didn’t return. Need I say more?”
“Who...

Meg opened the door to their new house and threw the keys on the table. Cas hadn’t alisema a word during the whole ride. inayofuata to the house they had also gotten the car and somehow both Cas and Meg received their driving license.
“I’ll see if I can make any dinner” Meg alisema tired.
“Why? Are wewe trying to poison me?” Cas asked accusatory. Meg didn’t even bother answering that, but went to the kitchen.
Cas followed her. “What are wewe going to cook?” he asked, being his normal self now.
“I don’t know” Meg shrugged. “I’ll just throw a few things together”
“Did wewe ask...

Sam opened the door to their motel room and then hurried back to Dean. They carried Cas inside and laid him on the bed.
“I’ll get something cold” Sam alisema and he ran into the kitchen. Dean opened the upper buttons of Cas’ shati as Sam came back with a cold and wet washcloth. He laid it on Cas’ forehead and Cas shivered.
“Cas?” Dean frowned scared, but Cas’ eyes remained shut. Dean looked helplessly at Sam.
“Maybe it’s the organs” Sam suggested. “You know, his kidneys au his liver. Maybe his body can’t adjust to them very well”
“Then why didn’t he get sick before?...