"Well that raises some questions, if they weren't together how'd they find me? Or was the angel after you?" Meg was confused, and starting to panic. If Crowley had sent that demon that meant he knew she was alive and wanted her back. Dropping the manacle on the counter she went back to her bedroom.

Cas followed Meg down the hallway curious to see what she was doing. When he reached the bedroom he found her throwing clothes into a worn leather duffel bag that was open on the bed. He couldn't help but notice the décor of her room.

It was the largest room in the apartment with a walk in closet and a door leading to what he assumed was a bathroom. There was nothing adorning the walls. She had a simple bookshelf along one wall and it was fully stocked, he smiled as read some of the titles. Harry Potter and the Prisoner Azkaban, The Da Vinci Code, and even a couple of sappy looking romance novels. He never considered that Meg liked to read.

He straightened up after assessing the bookcase and noticed that her bed was meticulously made. All the blankets straight and folded neatly, their corners tucked tightly under the mattress. The bed spread was a deep purple satin with matching pillows. It looked very comfortable. Next to the bed was a small nightstand with a lamp and a book with a marker sticking out. Eager to see what book Meg was currently engrossed in he casually made his way to the head of the bed and glanced down. He had to bite back the laugh the threatened to escape. It was a Supernatural novel written by none other than Carver Eldund, or Chuck to the angels. A former prophet that Castiel had the pleasure of meeting a few years back before the Archangels did only God knew what to the poor man for helping Dean avert the apocalypse.

"So you enjoy works of a fictional nature?" He asked her gesturing to her bookcase. Meg shrugged.

"It helps to pass the time. I don't have much of a social life Clarence."

"And what about this one?" he picked up the Carver Edlund novel, smiling knowingly at her.

"Hey, I'm in that one!"

Flipping the book over and reading the summary he found that she was right. It was indeed a story featuring Meg heavily. She was still packing the bag. Now going through the drawers of a dresser he hadn't noticed before. She was taking handfuls of different colored lace out of the drawers and putting in the bag. It took a second for Castiel to realize it was her underwear. Sadly, it was second too late, she had seen him staring.

"See anything you want to try on? Though I'm not sure that you father would approve." She scoffed holding up a pair of sky blue lace panties and shaking them at him. Cas turned red and looked at his shoes. He couldn't help the thoughts that started to stir in his mind. All he could see was Meg wearing nothing but those blue panties, her hazel eyes burning dark with desire for him. He shook himself a little to dislodge those thoughts. This wasn't the time or place for such things. She was clearly getting ready to run.

"Where will you go?" he asked already knowing what she would say.

"Far from here. If Crowley knows where I am than it's only a matter of time before he stops sending his stunt doubles and comes himself. I, intend to make it that much more difficult for him by doing the one thing I'm a good at, or rather one of the things I'm good at." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

This was the Meg Cas knew. Confident, strong, and a smart ass. Apparently almost getting her throat cut had awakened a part of herself she had forgotten or suppressed. Again the image of her naked flashed briefly in his mind's eye. He now knew why it was so hard for Dean and Sam to focus on a case sometimes when there was a woman around. They were distracting. Not that he wasn't attracted to April, the reaper he "gave it up to" as Dean so eloquently put it. But what he felt for Meg was different. If he let it, it would consume his every thought. Dictate his actions, and because of that he had to keep his feelings for her at arm's reach. He knew she knew how he felt, or at least some of it. The lust part he guessed.

"I can take you somewhere that you can stay and not have to worry about Crowley getting at you." Meg heard the words and processed them slowly. Crowley could get anywhere, he was the king of hell for Christ sake.

"What are you talking about?" But realizing that her bee keeper would never place her harm's way, especially now that she was human, she decided the back story could wait. Realizing he was about to answer she interrupted him before he could start.

"Actually, shut up, I don't care, just take me there and explain it when I don't have to worry about satanic bloodhounds chewing on my ass." She said grabbing her duffel bag. She'd had the essentials packed for months. A small bag for her hair products, toothbrush and paste, deodorant, perfume, and her makeup must haves. Not that she actually needed the makeup. However, it helped make her feel like a normal human woman. Castiel waked toward her and placed his pointer and middle finger on her forehead.

"Her name is Juliet." Everything went black for the former demoness.

When Meg opened her eyes it was still dark and she was standing on a metal platform next to a door that was encased in concrete on all sides. It looked like some sort of bunker. She turned to ask Cas where the hell they were when he put a finger to his lips to silence her. He banged his fist on the door three times then waited for a brief second and knocked four more times.

After a few minutes of waiting Meg turned around to see what else was around, she noticed a black car parked a ways down the hill the door sat on. It was a 67 Impala. Then she heard the thump of boots on metal. She whipped back around to face Castiel. Her face one of total and complete rage.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" she hissed at him. He backed away a step expecting to see her eyes turn black as the night around them. Meg heard the door open and turned towards the sound, and found herself nose to nose with none other than Sam Winchester.

He really brought me to the Winchesters? Oh… if I was still a demon I would tear his wings off and feed them to him! Meg was seething. All she wanted to do was run back up the stairs and get the hell out of here. She didn't need the Winchesters help. But they always seemed to need hers. Granted she had possessed Sam for a time but that was ages ago, but they would not let her forget it. She stood next to a table a little bit behind Cas she didn't want to be in full view in case Sam recognized her and decided to stab her. For the moment though it seemed like he had no idea who she was or why Castiel had brought a random girl into the Bat Cave. He was staring between Meg and Castiel clearly confused. But ever the polite guy that he was Sam reached out a hand to introduce himself to the pretty auburn haired girl standing awkwardly by the angel.

"Hi I'm Sam." He smiled at her. Meg had to literally bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She took his hand and shook it but didn't give him her name. Sam looked questioningly at Castiel as if asking him if Meg could speak at all.

"She knows who you are Sam. You two have met before." Castiel supplied clearly enjoying how awkward Sam was feeling.

Sam sat at the table looking at the girl, there was something familiar about her. He knew he knew her but he couldn't place it. He and Dean had met a lot of people over the years, Sam had met even more people when he was hunting with the Campbell's, maybe that's where he knew her from. That year was still a little hazy for him to this day.

"We have?"

"Oh, multiple times. We actually go way back Moose." She smiled at him. It clicked.

"Meg." Sam jumped up from the table and grabbed the demon killing knife from his waistband. He lunged toward the demon ready to sink the blade into her chest. Cas caught his arm and threw him back into the table.

"How can you react that way to her when all she has done is help you for the last 3 years? If anything she deserves a damn thank you, not a knife to the gut." Castiel was fuming at the younger Winchester. Sam was usually the level headed one, he had expected that Dean would react that way but not Sam.

Sam was taken aback. He rarely made Cas angry, that was more Deans department. He put the knife down and out his hands up in surrender.

"You're right Cas, Meg I'm sorry."

"It's alright Sammie, I know old habits die hard." Meg replied sweetly sitting down in the seat Cas had vacated. She propped her feet up on the table and waited patiently for the tension to break. It felt nice that Castiel had defended her. It wasn't something that happened to her, ever.

Sam relaxed and sat across from Meg, Castiel stood protectively over Meg even though he was sure Sam wasn't going to pounce again but that didn't mean Dean wouldn't pop out and try to shoot her. Almost as if Meg could hear his thoughts Meg asked where Dean was.

"Looking for Abbadon with Crowley." Sam answered somewhat reluctantly. Cas knew Sam didn't know Meg was human and he had always hated her ever since she possessed him and used his body to torture Jo. Thinking it would be better to get it over with he told Sam about Meg being human.

"What do you mean she's human? How does that even happen?" Sam demanded sure that Cas was just buying one of Megs many lies. The angel had always been slightly enamored by the psychopathic demon. Sam didn't have a clue why. Sure the bodies she possessed we always beautiful women but they weren't really Meg. Her real body was dust. And her personality was prickly to say the least.

"It's true Sam, she has a soul. That's her body. She doesn't have any scars on her. That's a brand new body made specifically for her." Castiel told him. He knew it was true, he could still sense some angelic grace inhabiting her blood. The powers above had done this for her. What they didn't know was why. Was it a game Metatron was playing? Did he do this to distract Castiel or was he going to use Meg to hurt the blue eyed angel? Or was it something else entirely that they had yet to imagine?

A/N- Hey y'all! Thanks for checking out my attempt at a story. Let me know what you think, if you have any questions or ideas you would like to see incorporated into this story. XoXo A.B.N