"Yeah, I bet you have," she purred, but held her tongue instead of finishing the thought with the sentiment that she'd love to shoot him in the chest sometime, too. Cas probably wouldn't let her, anyway.
"Wow, really? Nothing to say? No 'thanks for putting your ass on the line for us, Meg,' no 'Sorry you got tortured because of us, Meg,' huh? Typical." She glared at him and downed the rest of the whiskey in a few gulps, a warm numbing sensation overtaking her. It would only last a little while, but it sure would take the edge off, and she could wish up more as soon as he was done and try to knock herself out, anyway. It wasn't unusual for her or Cas to spend the night together in one of their rooms, but the reason had yet to be traumatic wounds. First time for everything, she figured. Especially between the two of them.
Meg did have to admit Dean was probably right about Silva, but she wasn't worried for the time being. She nodded and replied in a more civil tone, "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I sincerely doubt Kate is going to leave him unattended, even if she can't be there 24/7, but you're not wrong about him."
Of course, with that last little dig, she was fuming again, but she didn't even want to dignify it with a response. He was a little too good at getting under her skin, and she was going to have to learn to ignore his little jabs if they were going to be stuck here together. Joy of joys.
"You gonna make jokes all night or you gonna get these bullets out?" She turned to Cas and looked at him expectantly, because seriously, he could step in and defend her any time now, voice or not.
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"Wow, really? Nothing to say? No 'thanks for putting your ass on the line for us, Meg,' no 'Sorry you got tortured because of us, Meg,' huh? Typical." She glared at him and downed the rest of the whiskey in a few gulps, a warm numbing sensation overtaking her. It would only last a little while, but it sure would take the edge off, and she could wish up more as soon as he was done and try to knock herself out, anyway. It wasn't unusual for her or Cas to spend the night together in one of their rooms, but the reason had yet to be traumatic wounds. First time for everything, she figured. Especially between the two of them.
Meg did have to admit Dean was probably right about Silva, but she wasn't worried for the time being. She nodded and replied in a more civil tone, "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I sincerely doubt Kate is going to leave him unattended, even if she can't be there 24/7, but you're not wrong about him."
Of course, with that last little dig, she was fuming again, but she didn't even want to dignify it with a response. He was a little too good at getting under her skin, and she was going to have to learn to ignore his little jabs if they were going to be stuck here together. Joy of joys.
"You gonna make jokes all night or you gonna get these bullets out?" She turned to Cas and looked at him expectantly, because seriously, he could step in and defend her any time now, voice or not.