Dean slowed down in a mitaani, mtaa near the café. A few yards further a police van was parked. Yellow stripes marked a crime scene and people in white costumes were discussing with people in black costumes.
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do wewe got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a step back so Sam and Dean had a clear view on the body.
“Are those…hand prints?” Sam asked as he saw the imprint of a right hand on the man’s throat.
The coroner nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like this”
Dean felt someone poking him and turned around. It was the owner of the café, who had denied high and low that he’d seen Cas.
“Can I talk to wewe alone?” he asked accenting. Dean looked shortly at Sam, then back at the owner. “Yeah, sure” he responded and he walked away from the crowd. “What is it?”
“That friend of yours, the one wewe were looking for a while back, he was here tonight” the owner started nervous. “And there were three of my regular customers and well, they…they’re kind of out to get him. Do wewe know what I mean? Anyways, he came in and it’s like he wanted them to chase him. I threatened to call the police if they would do anything, but they didn’t listen”
“So, Cas lured them outside. Then what?” Dean wanted to know.
“I waited. I hoped they’d come back and that everything was okay” the owner continued.
“But they didn’t and it wasn’t?” Dean guessed.
The owner shook his head. “No. After I closed my café I went to take a look. That’s when I found Gary” he concluded horrified, looking over Dean’s shoulder.
“Gary was one of them” Dean realized. “Thank wewe for your information” He left the owner behind and walked back to Sam.
“And? What did wewe find out?” Sam insisted as they got in the car.
Dean buckled up, before he answered. “It’s definitely Cas”
“You think it’s Cas?” Sam asked, looking at Dean from the corner of his eye.
“If it’s not, I’m fairly certain he’s got something to do with it” Dean replied dark, before getting out of the car. He walked steady to the crime scene as he pulled out one of his fake ID’s. “FBI, what do wewe got?”
“Man, 43, looks like he’s strangled to death” the coroner said. He took a step back so Sam and Dean had a clear view on the body.
“Are those…hand prints?” Sam asked as he saw the imprint of a right hand on the man’s throat.
The coroner nodded. “I’ve never seen anything like this”
Dean felt someone poking him and turned around. It was the owner of the café, who had denied high and low that he’d seen Cas.
“Can I talk to wewe alone?” he asked accenting. Dean looked shortly at Sam, then back at the owner. “Yeah, sure” he responded and he walked away from the crowd. “What is it?”
“That friend of yours, the one wewe were looking for a while back, he was here tonight” the owner started nervous. “And there were three of my regular customers and well, they…they’re kind of out to get him. Do wewe know what I mean? Anyways, he came in and it’s like he wanted them to chase him. I threatened to call the police if they would do anything, but they didn’t listen”
“So, Cas lured them outside. Then what?” Dean wanted to know.
“I waited. I hoped they’d come back and that everything was okay” the owner continued.
“But they didn’t and it wasn’t?” Dean guessed.
The owner shook his head. “No. After I closed my café I went to take a look. That’s when I found Gary” he concluded horrified, looking over Dean’s shoulder.
“Gary was one of them” Dean realized. “Thank wewe for your information” He left the owner behind and walked back to Sam.
“And? What did wewe find out?” Sam insisted as they got in the car.
Dean buckled up, before he answered. “It’s definitely Cas”
Once upon a time... There was a girl. A very pretty girl. She grew up with very loving parents. But her father was sick. One day, he passed away. The girl was very sad. She, too, in fact, became bipolar, just like him. She struggled VERY MUCH She went to online Marafiki to find peace. But that was not always peaceful. Turmoil struck. But out of turmoil came a husband. A very kind, giving husband. And also out of turmoil, came you.
wewe all have been the light of my life. A nyota guiding me through the shadows. I met my best friend Ellen on here. And my teammates. :)
wewe made me realize what happiness and unity feel like. I was welcomed in with open arms. And wewe never did let go. And never will. I will always upendo it here, and upendo my team. I adore Piper, but team Phoebe is where it's at. And I will upendo each and every one of you, always, even after my last breath is gone.
I upendo YOU
wewe all have been the light of my life. A nyota guiding me through the shadows. I met my best friend Ellen on here. And my teammates. :)
wewe made me realize what happiness and unity feel like. I was welcomed in with open arms. And wewe never did let go. And never will. I will always upendo it here, and upendo my team. I adore Piper, but team Phoebe is where it's at. And I will upendo each and every one of you, always, even after my last breath is gone.
I upendo YOU
