Cas was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. There some pictures laying across the table.
“Do Ты recognize any of these people, Mr. Novak?” inspector Anderson asked. Cas glanced fleeting at the pictures.
“Nope, never saw any of those poor, poor dead people” he replied careless.
Inspector Anderson shoved a picture towards Cas. “You should take another look” Cas picked up the picture of Heather unwillingly. “According to your medical files Ты once had a serious overdose of heroin, which turned Ты extremely violent to yourself. Ты see those needles? Those are heroin syringes”
Cas moved on his seat.
“I didn’t kill her” he said.
Inspector Anderson pushed three other pictures вперед and Cas recognized the mutilated bodies of Gary, Marcus and Frederik.
“At least fifteen people saw Ты provoking these three men on the night they were murdered” he said.
Cas swallowed. “They deserved it” he replied trembling.
“Why? Why did they deserve it?” inspector Anderson asked calm.
“They all deserved to die” Cas mumbled, shutting inspector Anderson out. He stood and started ripping the pictures. The guard at the door hurried to Cas to make him stop, but Anderson stuck out his hand.
“Let him”
Cas threw the particles on the floor and sat down again, breathing heavy.
“Do Ты feel better now?”
Cas shook his head.
“Are Ты sure they all deserved to die?” Inspector Anderson asked careful. “Heather almost got Ты killed, Mrs. Jones gave the judge a false statement, which could’ve resulted in your conviction. But those people Ты killed tonight. What have they done wrong?”
“Nothing” Cas mumbled. “That’s just it. They didn’t do anything. I needed help, but they wouldn’t even flinch”
“And those three men? Why did Ты maim them like that?” inspector Anderson continued. “Why did they deserve to die?”
Cas pulled up his knees and started rocking.
“I had a few people answering some Вопросы and apparently Frederik Gyles has been boasting about how he made sure you’d get punished for what Ты did to Alexia Moore…They raped you, didn’t they?”
“If you’re trying to play good cop, where’s your bad cop?” Cas avoided the question.
“You killed her” Anderson replied.
“She shot my girlfriend” Cas commented.
“Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Meg Masters” Cas answered sad. “I killed Isabel for her and she stabs me in the back”
“Do Ты know where we can find Miss Masters?”
“She’s probably home, where I was arrested. Why?” Cas asked, еще curious than concerned.
“Because Meg Masters is our prime suspect in the murder on inspector Paul Morgan” inspector Anderson replied.
“I don’t know if that’s true, but I know for a fact that she did kill Heather. I saw it with my own eyes” Cas spilled.
“Do Ты recognize any of these people, Mr. Novak?” inspector Anderson asked. Cas glanced fleeting at the pictures.
“Nope, never saw any of those poor, poor dead people” he replied careless.
Inspector Anderson shoved a picture towards Cas. “You should take another look” Cas picked up the picture of Heather unwillingly. “According to your medical files Ты once had a serious overdose of heroin, which turned Ты extremely violent to yourself. Ты see those needles? Those are heroin syringes”
Cas moved on his seat.
“I didn’t kill her” he said.
Inspector Anderson pushed three other pictures вперед and Cas recognized the mutilated bodies of Gary, Marcus and Frederik.
“At least fifteen people saw Ты provoking these three men on the night they were murdered” he said.
Cas swallowed. “They deserved it” he replied trembling.
“Why? Why did they deserve it?” inspector Anderson asked calm.
“They all deserved to die” Cas mumbled, shutting inspector Anderson out. He stood and started ripping the pictures. The guard at the door hurried to Cas to make him stop, but Anderson stuck out his hand.
“Let him”
Cas threw the particles on the floor and sat down again, breathing heavy.
“Do Ты feel better now?”
Cas shook his head.
“Are Ты sure they all deserved to die?” Inspector Anderson asked careful. “Heather almost got Ты killed, Mrs. Jones gave the judge a false statement, which could’ve resulted in your conviction. But those people Ты killed tonight. What have they done wrong?”
“Nothing” Cas mumbled. “That’s just it. They didn’t do anything. I needed help, but they wouldn’t even flinch”
“And those three men? Why did Ты maim them like that?” inspector Anderson continued. “Why did they deserve to die?”
Cas pulled up his knees and started rocking.
“I had a few people answering some Вопросы and apparently Frederik Gyles has been boasting about how he made sure you’d get punished for what Ты did to Alexia Moore…They raped you, didn’t they?”
“If you’re trying to play good cop, where’s your bad cop?” Cas avoided the question.
“You killed her” Anderson replied.
“She shot my girlfriend” Cas commented.
“Who’s your girlfriend?”
“Meg Masters” Cas answered sad. “I killed Isabel for her and she stabs me in the back”
“Do Ты know where we can find Miss Masters?”
“She’s probably home, where I was arrested. Why?” Cas asked, еще curious than concerned.
“Because Meg Masters is our prime suspect in the murder on inspector Paul Morgan” inspector Anderson replied.
“I don’t know if that’s true, but I know for a fact that she did kill Heather. I saw it with my own eyes” Cas spilled.
Dean stared at his car, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.
“What?” he сказал(-а) shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw Ты two from the window” she explained.
“Why are Ты wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did Ты and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg сказал(-а) smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
“What?” he сказал(-а) shocked. “Baby, what have they done to you?”
“Dean” Sam said, elbowing him and pointing at the entrance of the hospital. Meg came outside and walked towards.
“I saw Ты two from the window” she explained.
“Why are Ты wearing Cas’ clothes?” Sam asked.
“Long story” Meg replied.
“And what the hell did Ты and Cas do with my car?” Dean demanded to know, though part of him wished she wouldn’t answer. Unfortunately she did.
“We fucked” Meg сказал(-а) smug. The look on Dean’s face was priceless. “And Cas bled on the front seat. Speaking of Cas, he’s fine. Thanks for asking”
Dean had the courtesy to look ashamed.
“Eh, yeah, I just wanted to ask” he mumbled.
“Follow me” Meg said. “I’ll explain everything inside”
One week later.
Heather was sitting by Meg’s bed. A week had gone by and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.
Heather was sitting by Meg’s bed. A week had gone by and Meg hadn’t opened her eyes once. The doctor had told her she was not in a coma, but just fast asleep. She would live. It was just a matter of time before she woke up.
Cas was less lucky. Someone had tried to kill him again, but fortunately there was a camera in the room and so the doctors could interfere just in time. Heather couldn’t help but wonder if keeping Cas alive wasn’t just extension of execution.
She felt something soft and cold on her arm and she looked down to see Meg’s finger moving.
“Meg?” she said.
Meg’s eyelids moved and slowly, but surely she opened them.
“Welcome back” Heather sighed relieved.
Meg tried to sit up, but Heather gently pushed her down again.
“Careful” she said. “I’ll go get a doctor” She hurried to the door and walked outside to call a doctor.