Dean walked inside a diner. He was hungry, so he’d have some hamburgers and a beer. He walked to a meza, jedwali and signaled at the waitress. She froze when she saw him, but walked to him anyway.
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss ametoa maoni softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten dakika later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean alisema flirty. “Why don’t wewe sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace alisema with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few zaidi minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the kiti, kiti cha opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to onyesha any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a ngumi, punch at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two zaidi officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if wewe try to escape” one of them alisema loud and clear. “Think very hard about your inayofuata move”
“What can I get you?” she asked, trying to keep a straight face.
Dean gave his order and she walked away again. She leaned towards her boss. “That’s Castiel Novak” she mumbled.
“I know” her boss ametoa maoni softly and he took his phone. His eyes on Dean he dialed 911.
Ten dakika later the waitress brought Dean his meal.
“Thank you, sweetheart” Dean alisema flirty. “Why don’t wewe sit down?”
“Thank you, but I can’t” the waitress refused.
“Why not? It’s quiet” Dean looked around.
The waitress looked helplessly at her boss, who nodded encouragingly. She sank down opposite Dean and watched him eating with those hands that had killed dozens of people.
“Hey…” he stared at her name card. “Grace” he read. Then he looked up and smiled. “You wouldn’t happen to have any pie around, would you?”
“Sure, I’ll go check” Grace alisema with a slightly trembling voice. She stood up and staggered to the bar. “He wants pie” she mumbled terrified as if Dean had required her soul. “How long until they’re here? I can’t do this much longer”
Her boss put a plate with a piece of cake in her hands. “Just a few zaidi minutes”
Grace frowned angry and scared as she walked back to Dean’s table.
“Thank you, sweetie” Dean smiled as she put the plate down. He waved at the kiti, kiti cha opposite him, telling her to sit down again. “Wow, this…this is the best pie I’ve ever eaten”
“I’ll make sure our chef’s hears about it” Grace promised weak. She heard a car stop and peeked through the window. She tried not to onyesha any sign of relief as she saw the police van parked on the driveway.
The door opened and two police officers walked in. They first looked at the bar who nodded in Dean’s direction. The officers headed there and stopped at Dean’s table.
“Castiel Novak?”
Dean looked up, confused. “What? No, I’m not Cas-Oh, crap, I totally forgot about that” he mumbled in himself.
Grace looked up at him, completely dismayed. How did one forget about the dozens of murders they’ve committed?
“I suppose I have to come with you, right?” Dean guessed. “Oh, well” he added as he stood. At first it appeared he was going to surrender willingly, but then he threw a ngumi, punch at one of the officers. He pushed him against the other officer making them both lose their balance and he ran to the exit.
Once outside two zaidi officers aimed their gun at him.
“Mr. Novak, we’re allowed to shoot you, if wewe try to escape” one of them alisema loud and clear. “Think very hard about your inayofuata move”
“It was me” Meg said. Sam had freed her from her prison and now she was going to free Cas of his. She had to promise Sam she wouldn’t try to get out until they were far gone. Because as soon as soon as Cas was out they were going to hit the road an drive as far away as possible.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many maswali and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would swali her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
“I killed Jack and I killed Paul Morgan. Cas has nothing to do with it. I was trying to protect him. Jack was asking too many maswali and Paul knew too much already. There were people trying to hurt Cas and I tried to give him a low profile. But it didn’t really work out. I don’t want a lawyer. I don’t want a trial. Just give me the maximum penalty and I’ll accept it”
Isabel stared at her, a little puzzled, but also thrilled. She got Jack and Paul’s killer. Now no one would swali her competence as an inspector again. She cuffed Meg’s hand and brought her to a cell.
The inayofuata morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of kitanda and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, inaonyesha her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. wewe have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of kitanda and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, inaonyesha her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. wewe have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
