The fire in his eyes warmed her heart. Crowley had made a point to share all the dirty details of his dealings with Castiel, and she had the distinct impression that he might even hate the guy more than she did. That was saying something.

She felt lighter somehow, as though sharing just that detail had lifted a weight off her shoulders. It was the closest she'd actually come to voicing her feelings, although she hadn't really thought about it. It hadn't seemed necessary... she'd been so thoroughly, genuinely, disgustingly smitten with him for so long, she kind of figured it went without saying.

With that on her mind, she leaned in and kissed him, sinking into him, one arm wrapped around his waist, the other cupping his face. The fact that he looked about ready to kill for her was a bit much for her to resist at the moment. Plus, it was comforting; his lips did a better job of chasing away the bad memories than she had even thought they would. How convenient.

She pulled back softly after a minute or so, her mind having wandered a bit. She knew about purgatory of course, but it struck her that she he hadn't really spoken more than a few words about losing his grace. She cared, of course, but as a demon, she mostly adopted a don't ask don't tell attitude. The humanity that had edged it's way back in had her all kinds of curious, though. She wanted to comfort him the way just his presence soothed her.

Meg stared into his eyes and stroked his cheek gently. She wouldn't push him if he wasn't ready to talk about it, but she would certainly leave the door open if he wanted to.

"I guess it was one hell of a year for both of us, wasn't it?"