Cas scribbled up and walked to the kitanda where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she alisema soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shati over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the kitanda and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen dakika later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the kitanda and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If wewe hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at nyumbani while you’re…screwing around with some bila mpangilio guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the kitanda and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to wewe about that. I told wewe I don’t upendo you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shati over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the kitanda and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen dakika later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the kitanda and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If wewe hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at nyumbani while you’re…screwing around with some bila mpangilio guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the kitanda and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to wewe about that. I told wewe I don’t upendo you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me wewe were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could wewe get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a salama distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless wewe do something. Personally, I don’t care if wewe killed that man au not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If wewe do the right thing, then I guarantee wewe Dean and I will never try to kill wewe again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do wewe want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me wewe were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could wewe get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a salama distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless wewe do something. Personally, I don’t care if wewe killed that man au not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If wewe do the right thing, then I guarantee wewe Dean and I will never try to kill wewe again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do wewe want me to do?” she asked.
Sam was waiting in line in a local snack bar. While he was waiting he watched the news, airing on a flat screen television, hanging on the ceiling.
“The thirty-five mwaka old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of ngome Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam alisema fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean alisema disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean alisema and Sam heard him lock the door.
“The thirty-five mwaka old Zoey Allen has escaped the local hospital of ngome Rock, Colorado. Allen was brought into the hospital after she got stuck in a fire. Allen is extremely dangerous and wanted for several murders. She might be armed”
The news reader gave a number people could call if they had any kind of information.
Sam walked out of the snack bar and conjured his phone. He quickly dialed Dean’s number.
“Hello?”
“Dean, Zoey escaped” Sam alisema fast.
“What? I thought she was dead” Dean alisema disbelieving.
“Apparently not” Sam said. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in”
“I wasn’t going to” Dean alisema and Sam heard him lock the door.