Cas had traded the bathroom for the kitchen. His hands were bleeding and hurting, but he didn’t mind, because at least this time he knew why he was hurting.
His stomach felt like someone was trying to tear it apart and he was searching for the painkillers, praying Dean hadn’t taken them with him.
Fortunately, he hadn’t. Cas found them in the drawer, underneath some garbage. He took out all the pills and put them in a glass of water. He knew it wasn’t smart and that he would regret it, rather sooner than later, but this pain was unbearable.
“And do Ты Любовь him?” Sam asked careful.
Meg wanted to answer, when they heard a blow.
“Did Ты hear that?” she asked and Sam nodded. They jumped off the постель, кровати and ran downstairs.
Cas was lying on the floor, the empty glass Далее to him, shattered in pieces. Meg kneeled Далее to him and shook him.
“Cas, wake up!” she shouted. “What did Ты do?”
“Meg” Sam сказал(-а) soft, but urgent. Meg looked up and Sam showed her the empty painkiller box.