Sam opened the door to the men’s room and saw Cas sitting on the cold stony floor. Sam rolled his eyes, thinking Cas was being dramatic again, and he walked towards him. But when he’d reached him he noticed Cas’ eyes were closed.
Sam bent through his knees and touched Cas’ shoulder. “Cas? Wake up, dude” he said.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sam. “I passed out, I think”
“Yeah” Sam replied. He threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and helped him stand up. But the moment Sam let go of Cas, Cas grabbed his stomach and gasped for air. He bent through his knees and collapsed.
“Cas!” Sam exclaimed in panic. He ducked and slapped Cas’ face. As his hand came in contact with Cas’ skin he felt how Cas was burning up. He pulled out his phone and sent a tax to Dean. Dean came rushing into the men’s room as soon as he’d read the tax.
“What’s wrong?” he asked nervous.
“I don’t know” Sam replied. “He just…collapsed. He’s getting sick, Dean”
Dean looked from Sam to Cas, who was unconscious. He then searched his pockets and conjured his key, which he threw at Sam. “Go start the car. I’ll take care of Cas”
Sam ran outside of the men’s room, trying not to draw too many attention from the customers and the waitresses.
Dean threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and dragged him out of the men’s room. The customers all gazed at the pair, but none of them stood up to help.
After what seemed like an eternity Dean reached the entrance. Sam had parked the car right in front of it and he stepped out of the car to go help his brother.
They laid Cas on the backseat. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat inayofuata to him.
“Where are we taking him? The hospital?” Sam wanted to know.
“No. The hospital will ask questions” Dean said. “How are we going to explain he still doesn’t have any legal papers?”
“Dean” Sam objected. “He could be really sick. We don’t know what’s wrong with him”
“Going to a hospital is asking for trouble” Dean refused. He pushed the accelerating pedal and drove full speed ahead.
Sam bent through his knees and touched Cas’ shoulder. “Cas? Wake up, dude” he said.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sam. “I passed out, I think”
“Yeah” Sam replied. He threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and helped him stand up. But the moment Sam let go of Cas, Cas grabbed his stomach and gasped for air. He bent through his knees and collapsed.
“Cas!” Sam exclaimed in panic. He ducked and slapped Cas’ face. As his hand came in contact with Cas’ skin he felt how Cas was burning up. He pulled out his phone and sent a tax to Dean. Dean came rushing into the men’s room as soon as he’d read the tax.
“What’s wrong?” he asked nervous.
“I don’t know” Sam replied. “He just…collapsed. He’s getting sick, Dean”
Dean looked from Sam to Cas, who was unconscious. He then searched his pockets and conjured his key, which he threw at Sam. “Go start the car. I’ll take care of Cas”
Sam ran outside of the men’s room, trying not to draw too many attention from the customers and the waitresses.
Dean threw Cas’ arm over his shoulder and dragged him out of the men’s room. The customers all gazed at the pair, but none of them stood up to help.
After what seemed like an eternity Dean reached the entrance. Sam had parked the car right in front of it and he stepped out of the car to go help his brother.
They laid Cas on the backseat. Dean placed himself behind the wheel, Sam sat inayofuata to him.
“Where are we taking him? The hospital?” Sam wanted to know.
“No. The hospital will ask questions” Dean said. “How are we going to explain he still doesn’t have any legal papers?”
“Dean” Sam objected. “He could be really sick. We don’t know what’s wrong with him”
“Going to a hospital is asking for trouble” Dean refused. He pushed the accelerating pedal and drove full speed ahead.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the jikoni where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the sekunde drawer inayofuata to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
