I don't give a crap about you or your personal business. If you're referring to our last little meeting, take it up with the rest of the people who wanted you to rot in a cell.

[When he brings out Cas beaten and bloody in a wheelbarrow, her jaw tightens and she instinctively lunges to rush to his side, only to be knocked back a few steps by the force of the devil's trap.

In a panic, she realizes she shouldn't react any more at all. This was what Crowley had done - used Cas against her. She had to calmly remind herself that this wasn't Crowley, this wasn't hell, and they would be fine.

She supposes Castiel was a fairly obvious target since they could more often than not be seen around the castle and town together. Meg steels herself. No way he is she gonna let this overconfident maggot get under her skin. Her tone is nonchalant.]

Accident, huh? Kinda like what happened to James?

[Her eyes widen a little when she sees the table. What the hell did he think he was doing?]