प्रशंसक कला

Dean parked his car in front of Evan’s house. Sam had convinced Dean to get over himself and help Evan with his ghost problem. They walked to the house and saw a body covered in bruises and blood. They forced the door open and entered the house. “Evan Trumble!” Dean called while he and Sam snuck through the hallway.
The रसोई, रसोईघर and living room were a wreckage. Sam kneeled and picked up a photograph. “Dean” he said. Dean turned around and looked at the picture. “Son of a bitch” he mumbled. They heard stumbling on the stairs and a couple of मिनटों later Evan appeared in the living...

The अगला morning.
Cas was sitting up, a bandage wrapped around his chest. The door opened and Dean walked in. The guard wanted to close the door again, when Cas called him.
“Sir, would आप mind staying here? I’m worried about my safety” he said. “The intention is to keep me from going anywhere. Best way of doing that is to stay here, so I don’t climb a window या something”
The guard went standing अगला to the door, his arms crossed.
Dean pulled a chair and sat अगला to the bed. “How are आप feeling?”
“I’m still hurting a little” Cas admitted.
“Can आप tell me what happened?”...