Dean was wandering through the aisles of the police station. He had no idea where to find Cas, but fortunately a helpful police officer walked his direction.
“What are Du doing here? Du can’t just walk around here” he sagte a little mad.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Castiel Novak. They sagte it was okay, but now I’m kind of lost” Dean explained.
The officer sighed. “Actually Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to have prisoners” he started. “But since he’s being transferred tomorrow morning, I suppose it can’t hurt”
The officer explained where Cas’ cell was. “Usually we bring the prisoner to the visiting room, but in Novak’s case, we’d prefer to keep him behind bars as long as possible” He walked Dean around a few corners and then finally stopped at an aisle.
“Go ahead” he nodded. “I’ll be staying here. Please, make it quick. I’m breaking a lot of rules here” Dean promised he’d hurry and he ran through the aisle until he found the cell Cas was locked in. Cas was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his legs stretched and his head hanging sideward. He looked really pale and he sweated.
“Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas didn’t react.
“Cas!” Dean called. When Cas maintained his lifeless position Dean turned to the police officer. “I think something’s wrong”
The officer walked to the cell and opened it.
“Get up, Novak. You’re friend’s here” he sagte and he kicked Cas’ leg softly. Cas still didn’t Zeigen any sign of life and so the officer kneeled. “Novak, stop playing games” he sagte sharp and threatening.
Cas slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked weak.
“That’s what I’d like to know” Dean replied obvious.
“Dean” Cas smiled breathless. “You came” He frowned and he touched his belly. When he withdrew his hands they were covered in blood.
“What the hell?” Dean slightly panicked.
The officer lifted up Cas’ hemd, shirt and revealed an image one doesn’t get to see every day. Cas’ entire upper body was pierced with razor blades.
“What are Du doing here? Du can’t just walk around here” he sagte a little mad.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Castiel Novak. They sagte it was okay, but now I’m kind of lost” Dean explained.
The officer sighed. “Actually Castiel Novak isn’t allowed to have prisoners” he started. “But since he’s being transferred tomorrow morning, I suppose it can’t hurt”
The officer explained where Cas’ cell was. “Usually we bring the prisoner to the visiting room, but in Novak’s case, we’d prefer to keep him behind bars as long as possible” He walked Dean around a few corners and then finally stopped at an aisle.
“Go ahead” he nodded. “I’ll be staying here. Please, make it quick. I’m breaking a lot of rules here” Dean promised he’d hurry and he ran through the aisle until he found the cell Cas was locked in. Cas was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his legs stretched and his head hanging sideward. He looked really pale and he sweated.
“Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas didn’t react.
“Cas!” Dean called. When Cas maintained his lifeless position Dean turned to the police officer. “I think something’s wrong”
The officer walked to the cell and opened it.
“Get up, Novak. You’re friend’s here” he sagte and he kicked Cas’ leg softly. Cas still didn’t Zeigen any sign of life and so the officer kneeled. “Novak, stop playing games” he sagte sharp and threatening.
Cas slowly opened his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked weak.
“That’s what I’d like to know” Dean replied obvious.
“Dean” Cas smiled breathless. “You came” He frowned and he touched his belly. When he withdrew his hands they were covered in blood.
“What the hell?” Dean slightly panicked.
The officer lifted up Cas’ hemd, shirt and revealed an image one doesn’t get to see every day. Cas’ entire upper body was pierced with razor blades.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t Du hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t Du recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he sagte breathless. “How did Du find me? What are Du doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need Du to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t Du hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t Du recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he sagte breathless. “How did Du find me? What are Du doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need Du to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
