Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

Safety Part 2

So…we played his stupid game. I don’t know what was up with him but he was definitely not Cas…not our Cas anyway. He was just someone else completely. I moved my piece. “You know, we weren't sure at first which monkeys were gonna make it. No offense, but I was backing the Neanderthals because their poetry was…just amazing. It's in perfect tune…” Cas talked as he picked up a card.

“…with the spheres. But in the end, it was you…the homo sapiens sapiens. You guys ate the apple, invented pants”

He moved his piece to where I was. “Cas, where can we find this Metatron? Is he still alive?” I asked gently, trying to keep my calm.

“I'm sorry. I think you have to go back to start” he told me.

I angrily slammed my piece back to start. “This is important, Cas”

“It’s Dean’s turn” is what he said.

I sighed. So Dean picked up a card and moved. “I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. You understand that?” Dean tried.

Cas picked up another card. “We live in a "sorry" universe. It's engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from…your misfortune?” he questioned as he simply moved Dean back to start this time. Okay he was so cheating. “But these are the rules. I didn't make them”

“You made some of them. When you tried to become God, when you cut that hole into that wall” I stressed.

“Melissa…it's your move” he told me.

I let it get the best of me and as I pounded my fist on the table, all the energy inside me exerted out and flew the game across the room.

“Enough with the damn game, already, Cas!” I yelled at him and was trying not to cry. We lost him. We lost our best friend to a world of insanity and I just wasn’t sure if we could get him back.

“I’m sorry, Melissa…”

“No. You’re playing ‘Sorry’” I told him.

He stared down at his lap for a long moment and I couldn’t help but feel like my heart was being pulled at. It was like yelling at an innocent child for doing something wrong that he didn’t even know was wrong. He just doesn’t understand. And it’s our fault isn’t it? He felt like he owed us so he tried helping with Sam and Brit’s condition…but it just landed him a spot in the loony bin. And now when we need him more than ever…he’s just gone….

“Go on…pick it up…I know you want to” I sighed.

He nodded slightly and smiled ever so lightly as he got down on the floor to start picking up the pieces. My heart ached just watching him. The old Cas would have never even known what Sorry even was about forget about how to play. But suddenly he stopped and looked up.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Sam and Brittney. They’re talking to angels” he said and then vanished from the room. Dean and I looked at each other and then shot up from our spots, racing down the hallway, towards Cas’ room.

When we got there we could see the room was occupied and I could feel the two unwelcome visitors were angels. And one of them wasn’t very too happy with Cas…but before anything huge could go down, Dean used his blood to put an angel sigil on the wall and when we got their attention he placed his hand on it and we blew them away. I can’t remember the last time we needed to use one of those but they always do come in handy.

“Alright, all angels blown back to their corners. We got like three, four hours tops” Dean said.

“Meg, where did you get that?” Brit asked, pointing to the angel knife in her hand.