Meg opened the door of her motel room and pushed Claire inside. They had introduced their selves to one another while shopping for hair products.
“Sit down” Claire ordered and Meg raised her eyebrows. “I can’t dye your hair while you’re standing”
“You know how to do it, then?” Meg asked careful. She wasn’t vain, but she didn’t want to look like an idiot either.
“Please, I’ve done it a thousand times” Claire insured Meg. “You can trust me”
Meg reluctantly sat down on a chair and Claire unpacked the hair dye shampoo. She prepared the shampoo and then went standing behind Meg. As she put the shampoo on Meg’s hair she started talking.
“So, tell me, why do anda need my father?” she asked.
“He has something that belongs to me” Meg replied, before realizing how possessive that sounded. “I mean…he has something that’s important to me and I would like to have it back. And so do Sam and Dean”
Claire looked down, then up again. “I know how anda feel. I Lost my dad two times” she said. “What is it that anda want back?”
“If anda don’t mind I’d rather discuss that with your father” Meg responded.
“I heard Dean mention a name. Cas atau something? Something about him being stuck in there?” Claire summed up.
Meg turned around. “Why do anda ask all these soalan when anda clearly already have the answers? Didn’t your mother teach anda eavesdropping is very rude?”
“I can find my dad” Claire said, avoiding Meg’s commentary. “I’ll call him and tell him that you’re keeping me hostage and that he has to surrender himself to you” She conjured her phone and dialed a number. Meg walked towards her, took her phone and smashed it on the floor.
“What are anda doing?” Claire frowned.
Meg grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the chair, where she pushed her down. She walked to the cupboard and found some quick-release straps. Claire, too shocked to act, stayed put. Meg walked back to her and tied Claire’s hands on her back, then walked back in front of her.
“Or I can really keep anda hostage” she smiled, before covering Claire’s mouth with tape.
“Sit down” Claire ordered and Meg raised her eyebrows. “I can’t dye your hair while you’re standing”
“You know how to do it, then?” Meg asked careful. She wasn’t vain, but she didn’t want to look like an idiot either.
“Please, I’ve done it a thousand times” Claire insured Meg. “You can trust me”
Meg reluctantly sat down on a chair and Claire unpacked the hair dye shampoo. She prepared the shampoo and then went standing behind Meg. As she put the shampoo on Meg’s hair she started talking.
“So, tell me, why do anda need my father?” she asked.
“He has something that belongs to me” Meg replied, before realizing how possessive that sounded. “I mean…he has something that’s important to me and I would like to have it back. And so do Sam and Dean”
Claire looked down, then up again. “I know how anda feel. I Lost my dad two times” she said. “What is it that anda want back?”
“If anda don’t mind I’d rather discuss that with your father” Meg responded.
“I heard Dean mention a name. Cas atau something? Something about him being stuck in there?” Claire summed up.
Meg turned around. “Why do anda ask all these soalan when anda clearly already have the answers? Didn’t your mother teach anda eavesdropping is very rude?”
“I can find my dad” Claire said, avoiding Meg’s commentary. “I’ll call him and tell him that you’re keeping me hostage and that he has to surrender himself to you” She conjured her phone and dialed a number. Meg walked towards her, took her phone and smashed it on the floor.
“What are anda doing?” Claire frowned.
Meg grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the chair, where she pushed her down. She walked to the cupboard and found some quick-release straps. Claire, too shocked to act, stayed put. Meg walked back to her and tied Claire’s hands on her back, then walked back in front of her.
“Or I can really keep anda hostage” she smiled, before covering Claire’s mouth with tape.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the hari and Tyler was still tied onto that chair.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t anda just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let anda go” Klaus said. “Not before anda had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now anda won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus berkata as he untied Tyler.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t anda just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let anda go” Klaus said. “Not before anda had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now anda won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus berkata as he untied Tyler.
