Dastiel

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
Meg looked up. There was a man standing outside her cell and he had a big smile on his face. He examined the ceiling.
“Who are you?” Meg demanded to know.
The man, who spoke with a British accent, raised one eyebrow. “Let me give Ты a little hint. I saved the two of Ты from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg сказал(-а) dry.
“You’re welcome” the Энджел said.
“Are Ты going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are Ты here to mock me?” Meg asked a little annoyed.
“No” the Энджел said, seeming to enjoy the situation. “Why don’t...

Meg was hiding in the guest rest room of the hospital. She should be resting, but first she needed to calm down. Who the hell did Cas think he was to lash out on her like that. He had begged her to get help. What was she supposed to do? Let him suffer? Thinking of it now, she realized she should’ve done exactly that.
“Have Ты heard anything I сказал(-а) last night?”
Meg looked up in the mirror and saw the reflection of the young girl that had practically saved Cas’ life.
“I told Ты he’s sick” the girl said.
“In his head, right” Meg snapped, without turning around.
“Exactly”...