First and foremost I wanted to thank everyone for reading and for the awesome feedback. I omitted this chapter before but the more I wrote on the next events, I realized this one was missing. I just moved this one before the last and a new one is coming!

Tell Me A Lie – One Direction

Can't ever get it right
No matter how hard I try
And I've tried
Well, I put up a good fight
But your words cut like knives
And I'm tired
As you break my heart again this time

Tell me I'm a screwed up mess
That I never listen, listen
Tell me you don't want my kiss
That you need your distance, distance
Tell me anything but don't you say he's what you're missing, baby
If he's the reason that you're leaving me tonight
Spare me what you think and...
Tell me a lie

Meg closed the magazine she was reading abruptly, tossing it on the small table in the drab hospital waiting room. She hadn't been included in the Jo Harvelle love-fest that was going on right now.

Castiel had gently but persuasively asked her to stay here while they all waited for Jo to wake up from her medicated stupor. Apparently some big mouth had let him know that she was acquainted with Jo's date and had knowledge of his not so nice tactics, probably Ruby. Castiel was probably angry but not in the explosive Dean way..instead he was more like an disapproving parent and that bothered Meg more than anything. She knew now she probably should have mentioned what she knew about Rick before getting Jo's call, but who would have believed her?

Dean would have, her conscience told her. Not because he thinks your trust worthy but because he obviously cares enough about Jo to go to jail for her.

Yeah you probably should have said something but you got distracted with the fact that Castiel hadn't returned home and left you there in the apartment with his friends, alone.

She looked up at the waiting room television to see that it was infomercial time. Geez, she could not wait to get out of there.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, Castiel appears looking tired and more unshaven as he had before.

"You doing ok?" he asked quietly as he took the seat next to her.

"Not really," she admitted "How much longer am I going to have to wait out here? Is the princess awake finally? I assume that's why you're out here. I know you wouldn't leave her bedside until you finished watching over her for your best buddy. "

"Meg," Castiel scolded with his voice "Don't be that way. I'm sorry that you've had to wait…"

"Wait for your friends to all show up and wait out here like a leper that isn't allowed near Sleeping Beauty," she interrupted angrily. "What a joke!"

"Meg, come now. I'm very sorry that I left you out here. If you are ready, I can arrange to have you taken home."

Meg looked at him incredulously "What do you mean you can arrange? Aren't you coming back to the apartment with me?"

Castiel looked uncomfortable "No, I have to wait for Jo to be released. With Dean…otherwise engaged, I'm tasked with taking her home."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she huffed turning to look away from him.

"No, Meg, I am not fucking kidding you. She's my roommate and it's only logical that I be the one to take her home" he replied evenly. He used the curse word like it was part of his every day vocabulary but Meg could count on one hand the number of times she'd ever heard him utter the word.

She shook her head "Whatever, Cas. No big deal. I can find my own ride. No need for you to 'arrange' anything. I think I'm gonna puke anyway if I have to ride with one of your goody goody friends anyway."

She picked up her jacket and began to put it on as he stood "Where are you going?"

She began to walk down the hospital hallway "Away from you. Away from the Harvelle-Winchester love fest that you always seem to be tied into."

"That's not fair," he said following her as she looked for a hospital exit. "That's not what this is about."

"Oh really?" she asked sarcastically

"No," he replied his usually gravelly voice became angry "It's not. You're pissed because I wasn't home to be at your beck and call."

Meg gave him a sideways glance. The sound of his voice and expression on his face let her know she wasn't dealing with a teenaged Cas. Cute angelic Castiel had finally become a man. "Honestly, Cas, I was waiting for you all day. It's bad enough, I had to wait at the apartment while you and the wedding party went out for a picnic, but you didn't even call?"

"Meg, you didn't have to wait at the apartment for me," he protested angrily.

"I'm here to see you, Castiel, not hang out in your bedroom all day waiting for you while you were out with your girlfriend. And then you leave me out in the waiting room while you tend to Princess Jo. I've been reading the same magazine for over an hour because apparently I'm not worthy to enter the inner sanctum."

"That's not what it was," he reminded her "She was just assaulted and you, you knew the guy and didn't say anything."

No denial on the girlfriend accusation, Meg noticed."What does that have to do with anything? And where is the fucking exit in this place?" she said realizing she had just made a loop.

"You could have told someone that the guy was a scumbag," he added "Meg. Would you stop?"

"Whatever, Cas," she knew he was right but there was no way she was going to admit it. "I was wrong to come here, I'm leaving."

"Why?" he asked "Because my life doesn't revolve you around anymore. What was I supposed to do? Spend my life waiting for you to come around and want to be with me? Wait through the endless line of losers that you hook up and break up with?"

"Is that too much to ask?" she blurted as she stopped finally finding the exit.

"Yes, it is," he said hoarsely behind her. "Do you know what it did to me when you left last time?" He didn't wait for her response "It killed me. It tore me up. And I swore to myself I'd never let you do it again."

"I never wanted you to do that," she contradicted herself, miserably.

"Then what do you want from me?" he asked, his normally serene blue eyes pleading.

"I want …" she couldn't face him and she moved as quickly as her feet could carry her. "I want to get away from here."

"Meg, stop," he called chasing her. "Where are you going?"

"It doesn't matter. I just need to get away from here."

"You're always running, Meg, when are you going to stop running? When are you going to realize that I'm not going to chase you forever?"

Something in his voice stopped turned rapidly, her wavy hair whipping around her, some wild strands in her face. She pushed them aside. She turned so quickly that she was startled to find him following so close behind. They were close enough that she could see his clear blue eyes staring down at her. She could have kissed him if she wanted to. He would kiss her back. That much she knew. It would probably break the tension she felt..the anger of feeling rejection. She knew it would feel warm and safe.

"I gotta go," she said turning again and walking away as fast as her legs could carry her toward the waiting cab a man and his pregnant wife had just exited.

She pounded on the door to let the cab driver know she was getting in and slammed the door behind her.

She took a deep breath to keep the tears from starting.