CASTIEL

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CASTIEL

"On your knees!" The goon hoarsely spoke. Cas put both her hands out, showing no harm. "Listen. There has got to be some kind of mistake sir. My friend and I are nobodies. We just want to go home. Please. Let us go." Cas' plan was swirling through her mind. She needed him to drop the knife. She could work better if he wasn't threatening Bela. The goon grunted at her, "Now. Innocent isn't exactly what I'd call the Winchester clan. This bitch," He grabbed a fistful of Bela's hair and jerked it toward Cas, "and her older brother, the Ken doll, killed my brother and my cousin. Do you want to know why?! For a damn painting."

Cas felt her mouth go dry. She was feeling very woozy; Dean and Bela couldn't be murderers. Could they?

The goon threw Bela's unconscious head back onto the asphalt. Cas heard a crack and saw blood. Cas' Grace told her that Bela was almost dead. But she was fighting. Cas had to get over there and heal her. Dean needed to hurry up.

Almost as if he was hearing her thoughts, she saw the Impala swing around the corner and haphazardly parked on the wrong side of the road. Dean got out of the car with concern written all over his face.


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