Troublemaker – Olly Murs

You had me hooked again from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip
Got my head spinning around
After a drink or two
I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I have the chance to stand

Trouble troublemaker
That's your middle name
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
My mind keeps saying
Run as fast as you can
I say I'm done but then pull me back
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker

Meg stared at a very quiet Castiel across the Mustang. The radio was playing loudly, she assumed so he wouldn't have to make conversation. Castiel was a normally quiet guy but Meg knew he was thinking. She could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. She'd heard much of the scene with the girl but she pretended to be asleep. It was easier to do that than get stuck in the middle of the girl's anger. Not that she blamed her. It was an uncomfortable situation to be in. Poor girl was hopelessly in love with Castiel from the look of her and here he was bringing Meg to stay there.

It was true. Castiel was deep in thought. He felt sad that he'd upset Danielle. She had been a great friend to him and helped him more than she could imagine but he knew she had feelings for him and that bringing Meg to her wasn't a good thing.

"Cas, are you angry with me?" Meg asked quietly.

Castiel looked at her and smiled "No Meg, I'm not angry…I'm just…" he sighed deeply "I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean Dean isn't going to be happy to see me. He never really is," she replied frowning slightly. Meg had never been afraid of Dean but she knew that Castiel valued his opinion over anyone's.

Castiel shrugged "He will get over it."

"I'm sure he will," Meg laughed "We should just wave something shiny in front of him and he'll forget I'm around."

Castiel chuckled a bit "That's not fair."

Meg lifted her purse from the backseat and pulled out a brush. She began to pull it through her hair, removing the tangles "C'mon, Clarence, we both know he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer."

"And you wonder why he dislikes you?" Castiel said giving her a side glance.

"He dislikes me because he's secretly in love with you and he doesn't like the competition so he insults me, "she proceeded to pull her dark wavy hair into a pony tail. "I'm trying not to be broken up about it."

"So do you want to talk about Crowley?" Castiel asked trying to sound nonchalant.

It was Meg's turn to shrug "Not really. Do you want to talk about Danielle?"

"There is nothing to talk about."

"Seriously, Clarence, she looks at you like she's been lost in the desert for 100 years and you're a tall drink of water."

Jealous? Castiel asked in his mind but didn't say it aloud "We're friends."

"She'd love to be more than friends. Why else would she let you bring your drunk ex-girlfriend to her apartment in the middle of the night?"

"I guess I haven't given that much thought," Castiel admitted "I guess I'm more interested in why my ex-girlfriend called me drunk in the middle of the night."

Meg laughed "Crowley ditched me in the middle of a deal. I didn't know who else to call. Who else would come get me?" Before Castiel could respond, she added "Where are we headed anyway?"

"I figured you'd want to drop your stuff at the apartment. I'm sure Jo is gone."

"Jo?" Meg asked in a surprise tone "Harvelle?"

Castiel took in her reaction "Uh yeah, she moved in with us when Sammy moved out."

Meg shook her head "Wow, first, if Dean hears you call Moose Sammy, he'll be pissed. That's like his pet name for him. And secondly, hasn't Harvelle gotten the picture yet? Dean is never going to give up his wily ways to settle down with her? Does she think moving in to the same apartment is going to change that?"

"I don't think it's like that for her," Castiel bristled.

Meg lifted her eyebrow "Sure it isn't."

Castiel pulled the car into his usual parking spot and shut off the engine. He turned to look at her. "Meg, why are you here? Are you in trouble?"

She laughed nervously "What? No. I just need a place to lay low for a while. You don't mind, do you?"

Castiel shifted to face her, as his deep blue eyes searched hers "What are you hiding from? From Crowley? He left you stranded, intoxicated in a party full of his drug dealing friends. Why don't you leave him? He doesn't love you…"

Meg tried to break eye contact by looking down at her fumbling hands. She was embarrassed. She knew Castiel was right but she loved Crowley and the adventure he brought to her life. When things were good, they were great but when they were bad, they were horrible. "I'm not hiding from anything. It's just….I…need…"

Castiel's breath hitched as he waited but she didn't continue.

"I won't be here long. I promise," she said hoarsely. To add to the effect and distract him, she reached down and took his hand in hers. She knew that would take his mind off any further questions. She hated doing that because she genuinely cared about Castiel, just not in the way he seemed to care about her.

Castiel closed his eyes at the sensation of her hand on his. Took in her natural scent. How he missed her. He knew he wouldn't send her away. "Meg, you can stay here as long as you'd like."