Meg debated to turn the radio on but decided not to, she didn't want to mess with anything else in the car that she didn't have to. A part of her wanted to just teleport herself and the car there but apparently doing so ruined the car in some way and then Dean would be pissed off at her.

But she also just saved his beloved little brothers life so she had some leeway at this point and she was owed a big favor from them.

She ignored the radio and just focused on driving, just wanting to get away from everything that was happening. While she had created some sort of diversion she still didn't want to have anything to do with the hunters.

She might snap and accidentally kill one of them and that would just make her nephews upset.

And besides, she has an inkling of what they were planning to do with all those souls she felt in the trunk and she wanted to watch and see if they succeeded.

She had a feeling that they would, they were powerful enough to do it.

Parking the car outside of the motel she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel before she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a picture, an old candid of when Mary had returned home and was pregnant, holding Dean close to her not looking at the camera. Staring at it for a moment she placed it between the seats and got out, going to the room she had left the boys in.

Her greatest attribute had always been her loyalty. It wasn't just blind loyalty to the throne and whoever's ass was sitting on it. It was more about family, don't get her wrong, she'd just as easily turn around and stab them just as fast as they would stab her, but ultimately, she was loyal to her family.

Entering the motel room she met Deans gaze easily, the elder had woken up to make sure who it was and when he saw it was her, he laid his head back down, closing his eyes.

Her little nephews were exhausted and still so drained. She eyed the iv lines in their arms, Dean had given Sam a few transfusions both to replenish Sams blood and to get rid of whatever magic remained from the Kurdish knife that was securely attached to the holder on her hip.

She thought back about Mary, remembering seeing her for the first time in hell, then later seeing her nephews. She had actually been a part of their lives in hell, she was one of the few that Mary semi trusted to look after them when she left.

She would deny it for the rest of her existence but she liked them, was fond of them. Nephews none withstanding she's known them for most of their lives and had a soft spot for them in her little black heart.

She had watched them grow up, had been there when Sammy was born, just watching. She had watched them learn and had watched them stumble over everything.

Had taught them spellwork and just how to properly grip a knife so that their wrists didn't get too tired.

And when Mary died and they found out about it? She'll admit it, she stayed away from them for the time being, only because she had felt even hell shake from their pain and anger. More than a few demons died from their outrages that day and she had no desire to be a part of that.

But they came to her eventually, seeking...what she still wasn't sure. Maybe they thought she'd bring them comfort or maybe she'd be soothing to them, she wasn't either of those things and they knew that.

But they came to her and clung to her, refused to leave her side and quite frankly, she didn't push them away.

She and Mary...had a complicated relationship. They were both reborn with a deal made with Azazel and he was their father in that sense, making them sisters. Mary was also the one she never really tried to kill or find a way to hurt.

She remembered being human and being with Mary and the kids made her remember those times a bit more.

She was also one of the few people that knew exactly how dangerous they were and were going to be. And if one day they chose to take the throne for themselves she also knew that no other demon would be able to stop them, not even Azazel. Maybe it was a dangerous thing to think of but she knew that it was the truth, their power grew every day and it was just a matter of time before they surpassed everyone.

Her loyalty was her greatest attribute. Right next to her being smarter than the average demon to know exactly who to choose who to help, and who to side with.

She knew where her cards laid and it was firmly with Sam and Dean.

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