A spark flew from the ceiling light as the demon glanced up at it. She stared out into the abandoned shack, taking notes of all the possible exits and making note that the ceilings didn't have devil's traps on them. She made all but one light go out, making sure that she was in the shadows. Castiel, please come. I need help. It's me...It's Meg. I'm alive. Please, help. She thought, using the most desparate mental voice she could summon. She heard the flapping of wings and turned, smiling slightly as Castiel appeared behind her. He squinted confusedly when he saw her face against the light.

"Meg," He said, pausing as he stepped closer to her. "You- Crowley killed you. I don't understand. You're a demon, you don't pray. Why did you want me here? I'm supposed to be protecting the tablet." She reached forward, slowly tracing her fingers over his jawline, admiring his stubble.

"Where were you before you fluttered away, angel boy?" Meg said, smirking as she pulled her hand away.

"That doesn't seem relevant-"

"Just..Do me the honor. I did die for you and those Winchesters, you know." Cas paused and glanced away for a moment, a place that she couldn't quite place in the dark, but he stepped back.

"Get out of her body," The angel hissed lowly, clenching his fists. Meg stepped toward him, into the light that she hadn't shorted out. The hole in her stomach sat where it had been the night Crowley stabbed her with the angel blade. The hold gaped at Cas as he stared at it. Crusty, dried blood laced it. His face went slightly pale, but he didn't let his guard down. "She isn't your vessel, Crowley. She's Meg. She's.."

The Irish man suddenly stood before Castiel, Meg's dead-weighted body crumpling into Cas' arms. Castiel's deep blue eyes had a small trace of moisture, but he stared forward at Crowley with poison in his gaze.

"She's dead, angel boy." He smiled malaciously. Castiel tossed Meg's body to the side, not bothering to make sure her fall was gentle because he nkew she was gone and her vessel didn't matter. He grabbed Crowley by the collar of his neck, smashing his back against the wall. Fear didn't grab at Crowley's features like they once had, and suddenly he was laughing. Not a care in the world. Laughing freely. Castiel squinted and tipped his head to the side.

"You're damn lucky I didn't bring any of my thugs," Crowley laughed as he shoved Cas away. Castiel smirked and looked out behind Crowley. Two figures manuevered themselves behind crates in the shack, the glimmer of guns and daggers evident against the little light that traveled.

"I wish I could say the same." Cas said, and left, gone within seconds. In a moment, he was behind Crowley, hiding in the shadows.

"Have a taste of weakness, you son of a bitch!" Dean howled.

The two figures sauntered around Castiel, and on either side of Crowley, jabbed the angel blade straight into his biceps. Agitation and fear lit in his eyes, and within seconds he had disappeared also. Cas turned to his companions, Sam and Dean, who had somehow found him when he could've been anywhere.

"How did you track me?"

"We didn't, we tracked Crowley. One of his demons ratted on him, showed us the way. You're lucky we got here, too, or you would've been one shove away from death," Sam said, and something brightened in his eyes. He had seen Meg's body. "Did she...?"

"No," Cas murmured, looking away. "He used her as a way to get me here." Dean flashed a jealous look at the dead body.

"Well-uh-" Dean coughed awkwardly. "We'd better get a move on. Crowley's gonna be pissed."