Castiel Фан Art*

With cold, bare, bloodied and dirty feet Cas slowly moved forward. He waited a few секунды before each step as if he wasn’t sure how to put his feet down. A cold breeze blew in his face and he wrapped his arms around his body. It began to snow. He looked up as he heard noises. It sounded like humans. A woman was screaming. Cas followed the sound hesitantly. It led him to a yellow Fiat. He walked closer and saw to people. A man and a woman. They were half naked and they were moving. The woman had closed her eyes and screamed, but not from pain. She opened her eyes and screamed again, staring...

“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...