Calm Before the Storm
You knew the situation was dire when a demon — a former Lucifer loyalist, of all things — was among the trusted to keep people away from accidentally stumbling into something and dying.
No one else wanted to be anywhere near her. Jo Harvelle was particularly adamant about not even being within earshot of Meg (for reasons that she totally needed to get over, like Christ, that was years ago), but they needed bodies to make a perimeter and stop random people from interrupting the war of the worlds over there, so Meg was still up to bat.
And then there was Crowley, hanging around, waiting for something, close enough to Meg to talk and basically acting as another sentry, even if he was pretending he wasn't. What a dumbass. Meg tapped her stolen angel blade against her thigh and thought about stabbing Crowley in the eye. She could get away with it, too. She could blame Lucifer.
Sigh. No. Some other day.
"What are you still doing here, Crowley? Are you so hung up on Dean Winchester that you'll sit around just because he might actually appreciate you afterward?" Meg snorted.