She looked up as the door opened. It was Dean, Sam and Cas. She tried her hardest not to look as relieved as she felt. She wiped the blood off her lip but it threatened to spill over again. She was tired, she could pretend all she wanted but she was tired, tired of the endless torture, tired of the questions, tired to the point that if she had no reason, she could easily have given up, but she put on a brave face for Castiel. In her head she called him unicorn, as special and as unique as a unicorn. When Cas cleaned her wounds she tried to flirt, it worked for the most part, but it took him a little to understand it.
With her bandaged wrists she is taken to a basement where she points out Lucifer's crypt. Which they all soon arrive at. Dean assigns jobs to everyone and she is silently glad she gets to stay outside, even if it is with Sam. She has to admit though, even now, Sam wasn't too bad, she would call him an ally but she was still hurt over the fact that they didn't look for her. She spends most of the night with Sam, weaseling the last year out of him. Apparently even Sam had found a unicorn. They only thing she couldn't get was that he stopped when he hit a dog. She hated Dogs, it probably had something to do with the hellhounds.
She heard a noise behind her and turn to find Crowley standing in the shadows of a nearby building. Together with Sam, she walks over and this is the moment when she decides, Their mission is more important. She is going to distract Crowley.
As soon as Sam was gone, Crowley made a motion to her stomach which Meg almost misses, it gets her just below her right rib and the Angel blade sticks out the side. Crowley pulls the blade out and she tries to stop the hiss leaving her lips. He readies himself again for another blow but she blocks it. Surprising her, Crowley back-hands her across the face, once, twice, three times. He is going to make this slow. That can't be bad, gives Sam more time. Crowley points the blade a few more times, making holes in her shoulder and thighs. She turns around and through her bloodied face sees Dean and Sam in the Impala. Cas was gone, she was never going to see that beautiful face again. And they left her, She tried to pretend it didn't bother her, but it kind of did, only a little. With a final sigh, Crowley plunges the blade in her stomach, and the last thing she sees are the red tail lights of the Impala. They didn't even know her real name.