The amount of alcohol she'd consumed was not lost on him. In fact, Castiel could smell it clearly and quietly wondered how much she'd been drinking. He couldn't claim he hadn't went looking for just the slightest amount of alcohol in the past week, because he had. He'd nearly contacted Sam and Dean, just to have someone to sit with him as he contemplated it, but he didn't. He couldn't drink a liquor store now that he was human and he also didn't wish to be inebriated when he did find Meg, because he wanted to be able to find a way to convince her to stop running away from him, although he wasn't sure how to do it. That was the frustrating thing about these feelings and not knowing how to truly work through and process them, because he had no idea how to convince Meg not to run away from him yet again.
"Meg, are you drunk?" He questioned her, although his heart thumped wildly against his chest when she told him that she missed him. He missed her, although he supposed missing her wasn't a strong enough word for that. He didn't hesitate in his approach, but did so slowly because he didn't want to alarm her while she was in this state. This was a reversal of their roles as of late, because he would take care of her, get her back to his apartment so she didn't sit in the sun whilst drunk. She may be a demon, but it was not a preferred method for most when it came to sobering up or even dealing with the possibility of a hangover.
A moment later, as his hand reached out, grasping her wrist gently, he studied her carefully. "I did miss you, yes." A beat, before he added, "Did you not return to your home this week?" It made him wonder where she'd been, if she hadn't. She didn't require sleep or food, so he didn't suppose it was too alarming, when he truly thought about it.