Dean entered the café Cas had left an saa ago. Cas had called him kwa using speed dial, but then his phone dropped and all he could hear was a struggle and someone saying ‘I know you’
Dean had looked almost everywhere. He had been asking for him in eat café’s, restaurants, coffee shops, while he tried getting him on the phone.
He walked to the bar and tapped on it.
“Good evening, I’m looking for someone. A man, tall, dark hair, wears a trench coat” Dean described Cas.
The barkeeper, who knew who Dean was talking about, peeked at the three men who had returned. Then he turned back to Dean. “Sorry, I haven’t seen him”
Dean, who noticed the constant glares from the barkeeper to the three, nodded and turned around. Cas had been here, but Dean wouldn’t get any information out of the barkeeper au the customers. So he left the café and walked down the street. It didn’t take long before he found Cas’ phone. He bent through his knees and picked it.
“Cas?!” Dean called. He kept walking to the end of the street, which didn’t lead anywhere. He turned his head and then noticed the blood on the wall. He looked down and saw there was blood on the pavers as well. He followed the trail to a dark alley, where the trail stopped.
“Cas?!” Dean yelled again.
At the end of the alley something moved. A dark figure slowly scribbled up, as if every little movement he made hurt like hell. He closed his trench kanzu, koti tightly around him, since that was all the clothing he had left.
The first Dean saw were bare, bloodied feet shuffling forward, followed kwa abraded legs. Dean hurried to his best friend.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, even though he had a suspicion. “Wait here, I’ll go get the car”
A few dakika later Dean positioned the Impala before the alley and stepped out. He walked back to Cas and supported him until they reached the car. Cas frowned when he sat down, which confirmed Dean’s suspicion.
Dean started the engines and wanted to drive to the motel he, Sam, Ellen and Jo were staying for the time being.
“Dean” Cas alisema difficult. He had to squeeze the words out. “Could wewe take me to Meg?”
“What? Why?” Dean asked a little offended. He was the one who’d been looking for Cas everywhere. Not Meg. Meg has dumped him.
“Please, Dean” Cas begged him. “It’s not you…I…I just…It’s difficult for me to be around you…or Sam” he ended ashamed.
“Alright, then” Dean sighed. “But first we need to get wewe some clothes”
He turned the car and back to their motel.