Meg was getting sick of this, plain and simple. She'd just gotten herself cleaned up (mostly), wounds slowly starting to heal. Then that asshat Crowley had to go and make a mess of things. 'Things' being her face, her body in general. She was covered in blood, laying on the ground, slowly trying to push herself to her feet. Crowley was
kind-- meaning not kind at all-- to help her up by her lapel. "I could beat on you...for eternity," he growled out, a smile curling the corner of his mouth.
The pain was excruciating and Meg forced herself to smile as it took some effort to spit out, "Take all the time you want, you
pig." The sound of car doors opening and close was heard and Meg glanced to where Dean had parked the car. The brothers were in the front seat, looking back at Meg and Crowley, the back empty. Castiel was gone, good. Maybe this wouldn't all be for nothing.
"No Cas in the backseat. Your stone is long gone," Meg taunted him as she lifted her angel blade and plunged it into Crowley's bicep. Where she stabbed him sparked, and he made a sound of pain, and annoyance. He ripped the blade from his arm and twisted it in his grip, sending it into Meg's abdomen. The pain was white hot and Meg cried out from it, throwing her head back, looking to the stars.
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[The sky changed suddenly. It was no longer night. It was day, and she was indoors. In that damn station where she arrived in. Mandalus.] You gotta be shitting me,
[Meg muttered before falling to the floor. The blood leaked steadily from the stab wound, soaking into her shirt before sliding over her side to pool on the floor beneath her. A man hurried over to kneel beside her, pulling out his phone.]Just a moment, ma'am. I'll call you an ambulance. [he said in a rush, accidentally thumbing the video option, broadcasting a shot of a bloodied and bleeding out Meg on the floor.]No hospitals.
[Meg replied, eyes slipping shut for a long moment.]What? Why not? You're bleeding everywhere!Won't...help.
Then who do you want me to call?[As much pain as she was in, Meg tried to think of who she would have him call? The Winchesters? They just sat in their car, watching her get shanked. Jim Kirk? What could he do? His friend being in future medicine or not, she wasn't human. It wouldn't help her any.]Castiel.
[Meg whispered the name like a prayer before unconsciousness took her, dragging her under.]