Who: Meg Masters and you!
What: Meg searches for the rogue angel about town
Where: Errywhere, just put where you run into her in the subject line, please?
When: 05/19
Rating: Let's say PG-13 for safety. Will change if shit gets weird.
After speaking with Dean about Castiel's predicament, Meg knew she had to be proactive. Still dressed in her pajamas-- simply because she hadn't stolen herself a new wardrobe yet-- Meg exited the Winchester house, and used the map on her phone to guide her. She was going to search every inch of the city looking for Castiel. Her bare feet slapped against the sidewalk, the bottom hem of of her pajama pants brushing against the tops of her feet. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking at every face. There weren't that many people out, most of the locals were inside, avoiding the Nightmares that still ran around. Meg may not have been up to full strength just yet, but she was close. She didn't have to sleep hardly ever anymore, back to the way she was before. She had her angel blade in one hand, ready to swing at one of those damn sand horses if she had to.
Time stretched on and Meg kept walking. She went down every side street, every alley. She doubled back occasionally, just in case she missed him. Meg called his name sporadically, hoping against hope he'd hear her voice. But with him in God mode, there was no telling what he'd do. There was always the offchance that he'd appear to her, call her an abomination, and burn her out of her meatsuit. She wondered if she would really die then. Or if she would just come back again, to a ruined meatsuit. Meg shook her head, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind.
The most important thing right now was finding Castiel.