Decoy- Paramore

Live your life inside a dream
Time is changing everything
Forgetting all the memories
And I'm forced into you just cause you're into me
Well hey, hey baby, it's never too late
When I'm gone you won't remember a thing
But I can't stay and you know I won't wait
I was gone from the very first day
You've never been so used as I'm using you, abusing you
My little decoy
Don't look so blue, you should've seen right through
I'm using you, my little decoy

Meg nervously fiddled with her keys before she finally got the courage to knock on the door. Her eyes darted around the porch waiting. She normally would just walk into her own house but she didn't know how Crowley would react.

It was her first time back since the night he stranded her after their fight.

Ringing the doorbell, it was only a few seconds before the door was opened. A very surprised young blond woman answered the door.

"Hi there," the young woman smiled brightly at her. "Can I help you?"

"No actually you can't," Meg frowned and she moved through the door.. Screw being mature. If Crowley was going to have another woman answer the door to her house, she sure as hell wasn't going to wait to be invited in.

The young woman followed closely behind her "I'm sorry, who are you? You just can't walk into my house."

Meg turned "YOUR house? Are you fucking kidding me? This is MY house."

The girl had enough sense to look embarrassed "Meg?"

"Yes, I'm Meg," she said moving down the hall "Where is Crowley?"

"This isn't a good idea," the girl babbled closely on her heels.

"You know what isn't a good idea? You following me down while I try to find my…"

"Megara." Crowley's British accent cut in.

"Don't fucking call me that. You know I hate it."

"Which is precisely the reason I did it."

"Crowley," the girl said, her voice clearly wavering.

"It's ok darling, why don't you go into the living room and wait for me there?" Crowley soothed.

The girl moved away, keeping her eye on Meg as she left. Meg half lunged at her as she came close and the girl scurried away faster.

"You have a lot of nerve," Meg began

"Why? Because I'm not sitting around waiting for you like your sappy angelic boyfriend. Sorry darling that was never an option."

Meg knew Crowley wasn't the faithful type but she had hope. "Where is Maisie?"

"You really think I'd let you see her? After you've run off and completely ignored her?"

"You left me stranded," she protested "You slapped me for getting in the middle of your deal? What was I supposed to do?"

"You were acting like a drunken fool. You could have gotten us both killed or at least arrested," he protested.

"And that gave you permission to hit me?" she argued "I'm your daughter's mother."

"Well you certainly haven't acted like a mother, so I'm not sure Margaret needs you in her life."

"And she needs you?" Meg retorted

"Of course she needs me, I'm her father."

"A father who happens to specialize in the trafficking of illegal substances."

Crowley scoffed "And her mother? Her mother can't seem to stay sober long enough to remember she exists?"

"That's not true," Meg replied. "I'm here for her.."

"And where exactly are you going to take her? To your angel's hovel? I don't think so..no daughter of mine…"

"You can't tell me I can't take my daughter."

"At this moment, you see I can…I can give Margaret stability, a home, family…."

"Family? Are you fucking kidding me? With that bimbo?"

"A fine upscale debutante my mother has been dying for me to meet and marry for years. I finally decided to take her up on the offer."

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'll let you keep me is she?" Meg asked getting closer to him, her voice lower.

"I can't say," he said not perturbed by her actions.

"Where is she?" she asked again as she began to move toward the bedrooms.

"She's not here," he announced.

"Then where is she?"

"She's with my mother for a few days."

Meg closed her eyes exasperated. His mother despised her and knew she would do her best to keep her away from her granddaughter.

"I'll be back for my daughter," she promised.

"Sure you will. I'll be here," he said smugly.

Meg held her tears at bay until she made it out of the door. It was a lost cause. She knew they'd keep Maisie hidden and there would be nothing they could do about it unless she decided to go to court. And to go to court against one of the richest families in Kansas, well Meg's entire past would be on trial. Unless she could prove she was sober…Unless she could prove she was settled down and stable…She could only thing of one way to do that.

Settle down with Castiel.