Meg pulled into the parking space at the baby store and got out. She glared up at the sign, not wanting to be there, but still drawn to the place every time she stepped into the nursery and saw how empty it was. Doug made to get out of the bed of the pickup, but Meg stopped him. Ordering him to stay, he laid down and huffed at her. No one except her could see him, but she could only imagine the trouble the hellhound would get into with all the new chew toys available. She'd only brought him along to keep her promise to Cas.

It had been a few days since she talked to him. She could only assume that no news was good news. Sam had checked in, but other than that, it was only her and Linda in the house. Meg was once again growing bored and restless. She had figured taking Doug out would be a welcome excuse.

Luckily, Meg wasn't in there long. She was trying to keep her trips there as short as possible, picking up little things each time she stopped. Rather pleased with herself, she patted Doug on the head and threw the bag in the cab of the truck. Before she could climb in, someone clearing their throat behind her stopped her cold. Doug started growling and she lifted a hand to try to send the message she was fine. Turning on the spot, she found herself once again face to face with the King of Hell.

"Crowley."

"Whore."

"Ok, the whore nickname is really starting to get old," Meg replied rolling her eyes.

"The truth hurts doesn't it," he grumbled back. "Nice dog."

"Thanks. Baby gift. Super bitey if I left him," Meg said patting him. "Want to test that theory? He so does love his chew toys."

Doug snapped his teeth as if trying to dare the other demon to come closer.

"Not why I'm here. Have you heard who the head honcho is?"

"Yes, I've heard you got your crown back threw trickery, deception, and the unfair advantage of using Winchesters to do your dirty work for you," Meg replied. Crowley snarled at her. "And like I told you, I am not at all interested in what happens down there anymore. So what is the reason for your visit?"

"A truce."

Meg closed the door of the truck and leaned back against it, crossing her arms in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at him, "A truce? You and me? You're kidding right?"

"Look, I don't want you messing around down there any more than you say you don't want anything to do with Hell. You leave my business alone and I won't bother yours. Is it a deal or not?"

"This doesn't sound like you, Crowley," Meg smirked.

"I'm a demon of my word."

Meg watched him, weighing the pros and cons in her head. She still didn't really trust the crossroad demon, too many bad experiences with him. She ran her hand through her hair, "That's all you're going to have from me then. I am not making any sort of deal with you. Who knows, ten years down the line you may treat me like one of those humans who sell their souls to you." He narrowed his eyes. "I know how you and red tape work. I sign anything or 'seal the deal' on something, you're bound to take it to a whole other level. I ain't stupid. I will leave you're precious Pit alone. Just don't bother any of us."

"Don't you want a little insurance?" he asked.

"Like you said, you're a demon of your word and at this point that's good enough for me," Meg said stepping away from the truck. "You break one word of that, and you'll see what I can really do to you. None of those little parlor tricks, I'll have angel juice on my side this time. Come after me, or the kid, and you'll be biting off far more than you can chew."

"Are you threatening me?" he scoffed.

"Not at all. Just letting you know where I stand," she smirked.

"What happens if I don't like where you're standing?" Crowley grinned back.

"Then take a step forward and see what happens."

A low rumble started behind her as Dog started snarling again. Crowley gave the hound a calculating look before shooting Meg once last glare and vanishing. Meg waited a few seconds before turning back to the truck. Doug was still on edge. She reached up and gave him a reassuring pat before opening the door and getting into the old pickup. After debating with herself, she figured she might as well let Cas know the demon had visited again. His visit had thrown her off a bit and she wasn't sure if there was some alterior motive for it or if it was what he said it was. She was pleasantly surprised when her phone started ringing and she saw it was Cas calling her.

"You do exist," she chuckled.

"Did he hurt you?"

"Miss you too. No he didn't. I had Doug with me and apparently Doug is a big mean intimidating hellhound," she answered as she looked in the rearview to see Doug with his nose in the air, jaw hanging wide open in a lazy grin and looking quite the opposite. "Nice to know you still know how to use your phone."

"I've been busy. There have been some recent issues that have arisen."

"Mmhmm, these issues have broken your fingers as well?"

"Meg-"

"It's whatever, Clarence," she said as she turned the truck on. "I know you have shit going on."

"We seem to be getting closer at least. Sam and I are on our way to Pray, Montana." She heard Sam say something in the background. "We may have discovered the mole."

"That's good. Need help getting any information out of the little sucker? I don't want my skills getting rusty."

"No."

"Well ok then. I see you are in such a lovely mood," Meg rolled her eyes as he gave an exasperated sigh into his end of the phone. "What, is your boyfriend giving you a hard time?"

"Dean isn't here."

Meg felt her eyebrow twitch, "Yea, and where is Seacrest? Sharpening that fancy new knife of his?"

"Sam said he left it at the bunker. He's back by operations checking into another situation," he answered. Meg could here the tension over the phone.

"Cas, what's going on? You sure you don't need my help?"

"This does not require a demon's assistance."

Meg's temper flared a bit and she was just about to hang up on him when she heard a rustling and what sounded like Cas arguing with Sam about something.

"Meg," she heard Sam say on the other end.

"Better be good Bullwinkle, I'm a button away from hanging up."

"Listen, there's these kamikaze angels going all suicide bomber and using Cas's name and taking out Metatron's supporters. Dean's checking that out while Cas and I are going after someone we think is either the mole or one of them."

"Ok," Meg replied. "What's the big deal? Metatron's losing troops, ain't that a good thing?"

"Sort of...but Cas isn't giving the orders here. They're doing it of their own volition and they aren't just taking out angels. They're taking out innocents."

"Ah, so someone is a bit grumpy because blood's getting spilled in his name."

"That's the gist of it, yea. So just sit tight a bit."

"That's all I've been doing. It's not like I can lend much assistance anyway what with the kid putting a damper on my powers." She took a breath, "Fine, he's off the hook. Tell him next time he starts snarking at me, I'll make the kid blink us over their and I'm kicking his ass."

"I'll pass it along," Sam chuckled. "Wanna talk to him yourself?"

"No, let him fester and think I'm pissed," Meg replied.

"Are you?"

"Yea, a bit, but not for why you think. I'm home. Have fun on your little man-date."

"You sure you don't want me to take out that little old lady when we leave?" Meg asked Linda quietly.

"Shh, I can't hear them calling the numbers."

Meg rolled her eyes and turned back to her bingo card. Why she had let Linda talk her in to leaving the house to go play bingo was the question she was currently asking herself. Some of the women were rather vicious and she could have sworn the one was either a demon or had made a deal. Or Meg was just making everything up because she was bored out of her mind. She couldn't particularly complain. It was either go out with Linda and play bingo of all things or sit at home with Netflix and popcorn and be bored out of her mind there.

Come to think of it, that probably would've been the better choice, she thought as she sat there listening mindlessly to numbers being called. Upon arrival, several women had approached her to ask her about her pregnancy, all too cheerful and upbeat for Meg's taste. After a stern look from Linda, she plastered a smile on her face and did her best to be pleasant to them.

'Next time,' she thought to herself, 'Definitely staying home.'

"You should be paying attention to your cards," Linda whispered at her. Someone had already called 'bingo' though, so it was a moot point Meg thought. "You seem very distracted tonight."

"Just bored," Meg shrugged as they called a twenty minute break.

One of the older ladies that was sitting across from them leaned forward just then, "When are you due again?"

"Three months," Meg answered when Linda nudged her under the table.

"What day?"

"Whenever she decides to make an appearance," Meg smirked as the lady stared at her.

"Are you married?" the next lady asked.

"No," Meg shook her head. "The sperm donor only comes around when he wants something."

"Meg," Linda snapped. Meg gave her an innocent smile. "Just because he's away working is no reason for you to be bitter about it."

Meg raised an eyebrow at her, "You do realize who you're talking to, correct?"

Linda gave her a calculating look. The women that had been badgering her had since gotten up and walked away to the baked goods table. Meg sighed and closed here eyes, planning on taking a nap until this was over. That was when the faint scent of blood reached her nose. She sat up and looked around, her gut telling her there was something weird going on. She noticed a thin figure walking in her direction, a determined look on her face.

Meg watched her from the corner of her eye and was surprised when Ryse let some of her powers slip through. She was able to tell that this wasn't human nor demon coming at her, but an angel. Remembering what Sam had said on the phone earlier that afternoon about Cas's situation, she could only imagine who it was that was sending these wingless freaks after her.

"Ya know," Meg said when the girl got close, "You really might want to rethink you're working relationship." The angel looked down at her. Linda looked confused, Meg noticed, but she didn't try to explain. She stood up and crossed her arms and glared, "As much as I could really care less about the lives of humans and all that, what say we take this outside?" The angel didn't answer, just stared with a grim determination. Meg rolled her eyes, "Listen here, I know what you're doing. Are we going outside or am I going to have to do something about the people here?"

"You know nothing," the angel finally said.

"Is that so?" Meg smirked. She put her feelers out and was even more surprised when Ryse gave her a bit more leeway. Meg snapped her fingers and heard the shout of fire behind her and the sprinklers come on. There was chaos as people grabbed their things and ran outside. Linda stayed by Meg as she continued to stare down the angel. She waited until the last person ran out the door. "Now, are we going to talk like big girls now?"

"Meg, what's going on?" Linda asked.

"Chickee here is one of those suicide bomber angels Sam told me about," Meg smirked as the angel twitched. "Aren't you sweetheart?"

"It's for the greater good," the angel replied.

Meg shook her head, "And who is it that's asking you to do this?"

"Castiel."

Meg rolled her eyes, "You sure about that?"

"What do you know? You're a deserter to the cause."

"Ha, you're funny. Who do you think you're talking to?" Meg chuckled. She let her eyes shift black which made the angel falter for a moment. "Did that dick, Metatron, tell you what he was sending you after? Or did you think it was just another one of his supporters you were taking out?"

"You're a demon."

"Cookie for you," Meg smirked.

"You're still the intended target," the angel said firmly. "How did you know about our orders?"

"Cas told me."

"Castiel is an angel, why would he consort with you?" she glared.

"Oh how little you know," Meg laughed. "Do yourself a favor, turn around and leave. You really don't want to mess with me."

"I'm not scared of you demon," she growled back. "It's you who should be running."

"Normally I would agree with you, but I've been cooped up lately and that makes me bored. Plus, you're threatening my family and I don't do well with that," she sneered. Linda tugged at her sleeve. Meg ignored her, mentally checking with Ryse to make sure they'd be covered if the angel tried anything. Ryse nudged her reassuringly. "Cas wouldn't appreciate it either."

"He would never-"

"Sweetheart, you have a lot to learn," Meg smiled, placing a hand on her stomach, "I think I know Clarence a little better than you all do."

"Castiel is an angel, he would ne-"

"Don't even talk like you think you know him. You know how many times you cloud hoppers have screwed him? And not in the good way either." The angel lifted a blade up like she was going to stab herself. Meg knew that was the case, but knew Ryse was adjusting their energy for whatever came their way. "Go ahead, make my day."

The angel glared at her before sinking the blade into herself. Meg felt Linda grab onto her and covered her own eyes as the bright white light filled the room, exploding everywhere. It faded after a few minutes and Meg straightened up to see the angel dead on the floor and the hall in ruins. She turned around to Linda who was still bent over.

"You ok?" Meg asked holding out a hand.

"How'd-"

"Ryse," Meg shrugged. "Though now I could really use a nap."

"What was all that about?" Linda asked looking at the angel.

"Metatron, it has to be," Meg said. "Cas said he couldn't do anything to affect Ryse or I, so that must've been his lame ass attempt."

"We should get home."

"Couldn't agree more," Meg nodded.

"You gotta call the guys-"

"The guys are busy. We handled it," Meg said as they walked out a side door and to the parking lot. They could hear sirens in the distance now. The first truck arrived as they got into the car. "Ain't someone going to notice we're missing?"

"Not really. There were a lot of people who left when we got outside. Are you sure you don't want to call them?"

"And worry him for no reason?"

"He's going to be mad when you finally do tell him," Linda warned.

"I don't really care right now," Meg sighed leaning back in the seat and just wanting to fall asleep. "Just get me home."