Somehow it felt right.
They were at an old town train station with several other travelers, the two of them cuddling in a corner of the station. She had to admit, Castiel looked ridiculous clustered on the floor beside her, his coat rippled and his tie almost undone. But how he was pressed against her was somewhat calming.
Castiel wasn't doing anything special but wait for the next train to New York, talking about flowers and birds and rambling on about the stars that peeked out of the station's skylight. To be honest she couldn't even hear him, she was too drunk to care and Castiel was too annoying to listen to. So instead she just fell back, letting the intoxication drag her down and listening to the 80's rock station they had the radio set to.
"Where do you want to go after this?" he asked her. They'd turned their escape into a sort of road trip, covering places Castiel hadn't seen before and where Meg had been too busy to notice.
"Someplace with a winery," she muttered, agitated that her whisky bottle had just run out. "We need more stuff."
"Perhaps we'll find one when we get to New York."
"Always the optimist, Cas."
He smiled at her; she had to admit he had a nice one. Not just the meastsuit's, but his actual face that she could see peeking out of Jimmy's was sincere and warm, and it sort of made her feel oddly soothed.
"Damn," she hissed as she felt the whiskey finally burn down her throat, a sort of fire that made her almost choke. "Shit didn't burn this bad before."
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"No, I'm sorry for not protecting you like I promised."
She blinked at him, trying to focus on at least one of the Cas' she was seeing in her double vision. "I told you, I don't care."
"But I do," he said softly as she balancing her head up to look at him. She grunted when he scooted her up and over him so that she could gain some sort of equilibrium. "You could have died."
She smirked up at his blue eyes, rubbing her elbow against the bandages he had wrapped around her stab wound. She was lucky, she guessed, that Cas snapped and came back for her.
She wasn't gonna die yet.
"You're adorable when you think you have to save everyone," she slurred. "You're not gonna be able to do it, as much as you wanna. It's gonna be the one thing you want to do and you can't because everything in the whole damn world is against you. You try and change and you still get stabbed in the end."
Castiel was silent for a few moments, before clearing his throat and saying "Perhaps we should skip the winery."
She laughed, snuggling back into him and reaching over him and grabbing his hand. "You're a dick."
"If it suits to refer to me to the male genitalia to keep you from stumbling intoxicated, than so be it."
When she didn't respond, he and he felt her breathing slow, he realized she was asleep. Or more passed out drunk, he didn't know. But the train wouldn't arrive for several more hours. And perhaps she needed it, the past few weeks had be rough with no rest.
Kissing her head, he repositioned her so that she was sitting in between his legs, leaning against his chest. She was comfortable and that was what seemed to matter to him.
"Goodnight, Meg," he whispered, tilting his head back to rest against the wall. And he sat there silently, unmoving, until their train arrived.