"I knew you'd come for me."
He had waited for hours until they all left, Crowley, his demons, quietly sneaking up to where she was sprawled out on the concrete. She was bloody and scarred, but the relieved look on her face was enough to make Castiel smile.
"Of course. Noodle remembers."
"Son of a bitch, Clarence."
"Can you move?"
"Naw."
Pushing a dufflebag to his side, he scooped her up in his arms. She was light, which, to be honest, Castiel didn't expect her any other way.
"How about you zap us to a pizza parlor," she slurred, caked blood fusing her lips together. "I want some pizza that sounds nice. Cas…"
"No, we can't…'zap'…," he replied, hoisting her up. She was delusional, but overall alive. The wound Crowley had inflicted was still bleeding, but it didn't seem to bother her.
"Zapping's fast."
"I know, but they'll find me if I use any…of my mojo."
"Oh, okay," he liked that she didn't ask questions, even if she was too drained of blood do to so anyway.
"I'll get you safe."
Carrying her until sunrise, he didn't exactly know how far he'd walked or where he was. Meg was asleep, or unconscious, he didn't know, but she was breathing.
He finally stopped at a motel, paying for it with money he forced out of an ATM a few towns back.
It was then Meg woke, coughing slightly, and surprised to see Cas at the end of her bed watching TV.
He seemed distant, he face was in that perpetual frown and his dufflebag was crumpled in his lap.
He was on the run.
She had to laugh at the irony. They were so much more alike then they were different, Castiel's story merged over hers so well it was like they were the same person.
"Cas?"
He was watching some cartoon, probably something he didn't even care about, when he turned to face her with those damn blue eyes. "You're awake."
"Yeah."
"How are you feeling?"
"Like shit, but it'll pass," her eyes went to the duffle. "What's that?"
"Nothing important."
She didn't bother questioning it further, he wouldn't tell her even if he wanted to, and if she looked in it herself, he'd probably smite her ass.
And she'd been holding this ass for way too long.
"Funny, isn't it?"
"What?"
"Us, on the run. Together," she smiled. "I guess the fam upstairs ain't too happy about that."
"They don't know."
"Oh."
An awkward silence hung between them, one that Cas seemed used to causing and one Meg hated.
"So what do we do know?"
"What do you wanna do?"
Meg shrugged, watching as Castiel flicked through a few more channels, before pausing on a classic movie station.
"Is that It's a Wonderful Life?"
"I…Don't know?"
"Son of a bitch!" Meg exclaimed as she scooted next to Cas on the bed, her eyes glued to the screen. "That's it!"
"What?"
"Ever wonder what I got Clarence from?" She mused. "It's rare to see it on this time of year."
Castiel tilted his head as, what he gathered, the main character, was conversing with a wet man who insisted he was an angel, the two of them bantering back and forth in an amusing conversation.
"That…is why you call me Clarence?"
"Among other reasons," she scooted closer to him, her eyes never leaving the television set. "Fucking good movie."
He agreed to finish the movie with her before they set out again, Castiel breaking open the door of a convertible mustang Meg had picked out, watching her as she jumped started the car.
They decided their next run would be to Whitefish, Meg at the wheel and Castiel cautiously protecting the tablet he had hidden in his duffle.
He had no where to go, but at least it felt safer alone with her.
Everything, actually, felt better in the end.
It was perfect.