[She glares at Crowley, but doesn't try to speak again, wanting to hear the answer herself, and only looking up to check for interruptions. Neither of them were going to. It's clear things hadn't gone as intended, considering both of them were alive, even just for the moment, but Meg was not looking forward to the future if things had gone completely off the rails. Which, it seems it has. Because if there is no clear answer from Cas, it means there are more Levis, and even injured, they are liable to wipe out the map. Fucking glorious.
When Cas catches her eye, Meg feel something in her sink, because she knows what he is going to ask, and she wants to say no. She does. She wants to leave Crowley, try to save her own hide and maybe see about cobbling together a back up plan.]
Cas...
[...Fuck. Fuck Castiel, and fuck him for making her want to help him. She is never going to forgive him for that, even if this version of Cas isn't even really the one to blame.]
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When Cas catches her eye, Meg feel something in her sink, because she knows what he is going to ask, and she wants to say no. She does. She wants to leave Crowley, try to save her own hide and maybe see about cobbling together a back up plan.]
Cas...
[...Fuck. Fuck Castiel, and fuck him for making her want to help him. She is never going to forgive him for that, even if this version of Cas isn't even really the one to blame.]
You owe me.