LIGHT SEASON 13 SPOILER. IF YOU DON'T NOTICE IT THEN THAT'S OK.)

Chapter 13- Goodbye Stranger

Things got bad fast after the trials began… it started simple enough. After the first trial, Sam began to get sick. Very sick. So that was how Meg found herself caring for the Moose with the help of the others. Kevin had his head buried in the Demon Tablet, writing and writing all the time. And Garth was carrying the load of the sick Winchester, the paranoid prophet and the absent Castiel. Meg was very worried about her Clarence, it had been weeks since he last appeared. And it certainly didn't help that Talia missed her daddy.

Then the Winchesters found a hunt. Meg had no interest in it till she heard some of the words. Lucifer's Crypt being something that caught her attention real fast. So that was how Garth was left babysitting. Meg wasn't a very good Hunter. No, she was an amazing Hunter, ruthless but had zero compassion or tolerance. Sam and Dean loved sparing with her but, after her first salt and burn turned out with another body to burn, they ended up preferring to leave the ferocious demon at the Bunker. Now, Meg found herself beating on another demon. Sam was being whaled on and Dean wasn't much better off. Her powers weren't yet back to normal so she was helpless when the damn demon tackled her into the ground, her stomach rebelling when the demon punched her in her stomach. As the demon attacking Sam raised its arm in a killing blow, she felt the air shift. Then a swirling trench coat and stunning blue eyes appeared.

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To say Meg was pissed about Castiel's attitude was an understatement. He was still affectionate towards her mostly, maybe a tad too clingy, but something was off about him. The twitch in his shoulders and the lisp in his speech… his anger. His lips twitching into a snarl and he seemed to be disgusted by the Winchesters. He avoided Dean as much as he could. Meg didn't like Dean much but she could definitely tell that Castiel was screwed in the head. She wasn't too concerned… Dean was a big boy. After all… Meg had bigger things to worry herself over. Like the demon who was sweeping towards her and Sam.

Crowley had caught up with them. He stopped, a grin splitting his face, looking her up and down. "Ah look at that! Pussycat had her baby somewhere? Where'd you hide the little thing?"

"Like I'd tell you, Crowley." Meg hissed.

She turned to Sam, a knowing look in his eyes. "Go. Save your brother. And my unicorn." Sam looked like he was going to argue but Meg gave him a stern look. She refused to show her fear as she held her head high and rushed at the "King". They clashed together, her angel blade scrapping against his. Sam hesitated for only a moment more before rushing away. She could have easily taken him if she had been at full power... but here she was getting her ass handed to her. He tossed her head back, cracking her skull against the brick wall behind her. He kicked her hard, snapping her meat suits ribs. His hands tore at her hair, blood matting her brown strands together. She swung with her sword, catching him in the shoulder enough for him to back up. She tried getting to her feet but her meat suit's leg must be broken. Crowley dragged her to her feet and spat in her face.

"Oh, I could beat on you for an eternity." Crowley growls.

"Take all the time you want, you pig." She snarls back.

Meg knows she's weak. Too weak to fight anymore. A part of her wonders if God would listen to her prayers now. Just a prayer for her new family. A damn angel, Azazel's Chosen One, the Righteous Man, a prophet and a crazy werewolf… and of course her precious Talia, what a life for a demon. Her second chance. A car door slams and she watches as Dean hops into the Impala. A grim smile stretches across her lips, her eyes locking with Sam's. Sam's eyes are shining even in the low light. He's standing next to the Impala, looking like he wanted to go to her.

"No Cas in the back seat. Your stone is long gone." She gasps, raising her blade and stabbing him. He roars in pain, the blade had missed her intended target. Sam begins to rush forward, and with her last bit of power, she threw the hunter back towards the Impala. Crowley lifts her before running her through with the blade. Pain flared up inside of her and she cried out. Dean snatches at Sam, yanking his brother into the car. The Impala's engine revved and she closed her eyes. Sam's roaring her name is the last thing she hears.

Please dont kill me! Everything is ok!!!