Cas’ phone rang as he walked slowly towards the other two men. Without looking he picked up. “Meg”
“Where are you?” Meg asked a little hysterical. She was standing by the table, holding Cas’ note in her hand.
“I believe I left Ты a piece of paper with my whereabouts” Cas replied.
“Yeah. Dear Meg, I have some unfinished business I have to deal with. I’ll be back tomorrow” Meg read from the note. “What unfinished business? Where are you?” she repeated a little angry.
Cas didn’t answer immediately. He had spotted his targets and caught up with them. “Do Ты remember the night Dean came knocking on your door, asking Ты to provide me a place to stay?” he asked through the phone, looking sharp at one of the men, without blinking.
“Yeah, that’s the night when Ты were-”
“-ask Dean about the café. If Ты really want to know where I am, Ты should start there” he сказал(-а) and he hung up. He put his phone away and then grabbed the two men by their throat.
“Please…” the left one stammered hoarse and difficult. “Don’t…kill…me” he begged.
“Kill you?” Cas frowned and he looked from the left one to the right one and back. “What are Ты talking about? I’m just getting started”