Castiel was patient, silent as ever, as he waited for her to decide whether or not to continue and then while she spoke. Something in his stomach twisted at her words, trepidation and anger and sympathy at once, his eyes flickering with fire. It wasn't a surprise, really, now that he thought about it; it wasn't something Castiel would have considered, but it fit Crowley's character. It sounded like something Crowley would do.

But he hated the idea of being used as a weapon against someone he loved; it had happened to him far too often, especially as of late. And for it to be Crowley doing it added some additional level of disgust, though he wasn't entirely certain why.

He didn't bother to sign how sorry he was, as he was pretty sure Meg could see it in his eyes. He never wanted anything to happen to her, and if he hadn't been stuck in Purgatory and then under Naomi's control he would have gone after her himself. Still, he was there now, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her while he could do anything about it.

And if Crowley showed up in this place, Castiel was going to shank him the first chance he got.