"I'm bored,"Dean complained, putting his feet up on the bed and tilting his chair back to balance on two legs. Sam gave him an incredulous look."Dude! Feet off the bed. I think you just kicked her."
Grumbling, the older brother obliged and put his feet back on the ground, but not before nudging the demon on the bed once more."Not like she cares."
He leaned closer to the bed."Meg. Hey, Meg. Just say so if I'm bothering you."
He pretended to wait for a reply even though they both knew he wasn't going to get one."See, Sammy? She doesn't mind."
"Very funny,"Sam deadpanned."You could be a bit nicer, you know. She saved our asses."
"Don't you think I know that?"replied Dean. He rubbed his temples, frowning."It's just – man, we're stuck babysitting a probably braindead demon. And I bet you she'd rip Cas's throat out if she could. Wouldn't let her die and now she's a freakin' vegetable."
"She might still come around,"the younger brother replied, not exactly sounding like he believed that. Dean snorted derisively."Cas used his mojo on her and you know how fast demons heal. Still – three days and what improvement? Nada. Zilch. Nothing."
"You never know,"Sam shrugged."Might just take a while. Crowely messed her up pretty badly. Plus, it's not like we can just ignore her. She was ready to die for us. Not to mention how Cas would react."
Dean scowled."Don't see why he can't take care of her."
His brother couldn't help but laugh at this."He's on the run with the angle tablet, Dean. He's in deep shit with his kind. You think him dragging along his comatose demon girlfriend is gonna improve things?"
Dean opened his mouth, probably to snap something about the 'demon girlfriend' comment when Sam's eyes suddenly widened in shock."Did she just move?"
Both brothers stared at the demon intently. Yes, her fingers were definitly twitching.
"Maybe it's just a muslce spasm?"Sam offered uncertainly. The next thing they knew, Meg sat bolt-upright, drawing in a shuddering breath. Dean reached out to carefully tap her on the shoulder."Meg? You okay?"
She turned to stare at them, seemingly confused. Hiking up her shirt, she ran her fingers over her stomach, checking that her wounds had actually healed. A small smile flashed across her face."Look at that. Clarence did it."
Then her hands flew to her head, clutching at it as if she needed to make sure it was still there. She shook her head violently as the two brothers exchanged a worried glance. They said nothing and let her continue, prodding at her own head and mumbling to herself. Finally, she looked at the Winchesters again."I think she's dead."
"Who's dead?"Sam asked cautiously, fighting the urge to back away from the strangely acting demon. Meg could be vicious enough, he really didn't need to see Meg, Interrupted. She gave him a look that clearly stated he was being stupid."The meatsuit's original resident. I don't think she's in here anymore."
Dean raised an eyebrow at her."You sure she's not just conked out? You know, like you were until five seconds ago?"
Instead of replying, Meg grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her in a lip bruising kiss. He froze for a second before kissing her back, his hands automatically grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer. Sam made a sound somewhere between laughing and gagging, not quite sure he wasn't hallucinating. Then he found his voice again."What the hell?"
The other two broke apart, Dean looking flustered, Meg with a smirk on her face. She shrugged, turning to Sam."Stupid little girl had a massive crush on numbnuts over here, if anything was gonna wake her that was it."
Her smirk grew wider, almost giddy."Seems like I've got a body all to myself. Awesome."