Meg was somewhere on the west coast when she was suddenly standing in a devils trap in an old house. Sam stood on the other side of the bowl used to summon her.

"You could have just called, Moosie," She said observing the room before looking at the trap she was in. "You going to let me out?" she asked looking at him.

"Yeah, but first things first, Castiel came to see me earlier. He said your 'deeply troubled', so he asked me to talk to you," he said.

Meg looked at him, "Really? That's what this is all about?" she asked and crossed her arms. "Castiel came over I was upset because I was looking for this bone and I lost it. My lead got beheaded," she said with a shrug "I was upset and didn't want to talk about it, and over reacted" she said. "Are you going to let me out now?" she asked.

Sam looked at her thoughtfully. "Not quite," he said and took a seat against a nearby table. "What I don't understand is this," Sam said "you lose an artifact, you find a new lead. You don't have nightmares," he said

Meg looked at him taken back a little, "Who said anything about night mares?" She asked.

"Castiel, he came back to see, he said you were drunk, talking in your sleep. Nothing that made sense, but he said you trembled."

Meg looked at him. She thought over what he said. She couldn't think of an excuse he would believe, "Here's the deal, I'll get out of this trap eventually, you know I will. You let me out now and I won't rip out your spleen," she said

"You're not going to kill me," Sam said.

"Don't be so sure, I am a demon after all,"

Sam nodded "Yeah, you are," he said, "but we are friends, and on some level that means something."

Meg sighed. He was right. They were friends, but this wasn't a conversation she wanted to have. "You have been to hell, or at least the equivalent. It takes time, once you're topside" she shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "Not my first rodeo, cowboy," she said with her typical cocky smirk.

Sam examined her trying to decide if he believed her. He didn't, she was a demon. she lies. It's what she was good at. "Here's the thing, I want to help, but you have to let me." He said with his normal human concern.

"I don't need your help," she said through her teeth.

Sam watched her turn defensive. "Meg, Let me help"

"No!" she snapped and looked at him "Now, I swear, let me out, now, or I will kill you, Bullwinkle" she said harshly.

Sam looked at her a moment and knelt at the edge of the trap breaking the line with his knife.

Meg disappeared before he could look up.

It was week since Meg's encounter with Sam. She hid from them ran as far and fast as she could. She couldn't let herself think about it, but she knew, even though she could run from the wonder twins, she could never run from herself.

Eventually she would stop. She would have to. She lost count of the ones who came home with her at night. Meg sat at the bar drinking when the bartender brought her a refill, "I didn't ask for this," she said.

"The man over there wanted to buy you a drink," The bartender told her pointing to the dark haired stranger at the end of the bar.

"Mm, I see, thanks" she said taking the drink and walked down to the guy.

"Hi," She said.

The man smiled, "Nice to see you again, Meg," he said.

Day 55,302, Meg felt Gage slide himself from between her legs. She kept her jaw locked against the holy water soaked rag he crammed down her throat trying to keep the screams he wanted from her locked inside.

Like always, she feels his lips press to her ear, his hand wrapped painfully around her throat "Nice to see you again, Meg." He said before yanking the rag from her mouth, and followed Wes out of the room leaving her in darkness.

Meg tried to step back and stumbled. "Gage," she said through her teeth as if the word tasted bad coming out. "What do you want?" she asked. She knew if she ran Wes wasn't far away. They were joined at the hip, where one was the other followed.

"Crowley is back, wondering where you got off to," he said.

"Well, I don't think you want to mess with me," she said and prayed to Castiel, Cas, please, I need your help. I'm out numbered.

"Oh Meg, messing with you is what I love to do," he said touching her leg.

Meg had to force herself not to recoil from him, "Just leave while you can," She said feeling her skin crawl.

"Oh what is that supposed to mean?" he said and as his hand slid up her leg his eyes burned. Meg turned her head and looked at Castiel as the man fell.

"We should go," he said seeing all the black eyes in the room. He grabbed her hand and within a blink they were standing in his office.

Meg ran her fingers through her hair trying to shake the revulsion rolling around inside her. She said in his chair behind his desk. "Thanks, Cas," she said.

"What was that about?" Castiel asked.

"Some demons, they work from Crowley," she said simply.

He could see the way her skin crawled, by how she tried to hide her eyes. "That's all?" he asked

"Of course," she said wrapping arms around herself feeling like she was about to fall apart. That wasn't who she was. She was a demon and she wasn't about to cry.

"Meg, I want to help you,"

Meg bit down on her lip hard she could feel it coming, "you can't." she said fidgeting looking at her feet. She shook her head and looked at him "I wish you could, but you really can't," she said eyes sparkling with the pains of her past.

Castiel reached out to touch her face and she turned "Don't… Just, Don't," she said standing and walking to the other side of her desk "I need to clean up," she said "I should go,"

"Unnecessary. There is a shower here and a bed. Those Demons are still looking for you," he said.

"Well that's mighty nice of you," she said.

"There's a room you can sleep in is down the hall to the right then to the last door on your left," he said.

Meg nodded and went to find the shower.