Castiel had expected Meg to be relaxed up here, away from other people and the sense of tension and something brewing down on the streets, but one look at her told him she wasn't. He couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but it was enough for him to frown in concern and stretch a hand toward her shoulder, though he stopped before he touched her.

Touching might not be a problem between them, especially not now, but they could both be jumpy even with each other, and if she was actually shuddering from something then he wasn't going to add to her stress. Instead he tilted his head to the side, worried, expression questioning.