Backing away, Meg felt her smile grow wider. This was what she was good at, not the running away, not the backstabbing and torture, this. Smiling into the face of danger and maybe, just maybe, making it out on the other side alive.
"Yeah, funny ol' world, isn't it? Had Dean around to visit my place just a few weeks back. Met his little woman and everything." She eyed the girl closely. She knew the kind of appeal Dean probably had for a girl like her. "Tall, strong, just like him in a lot of ways. Good to see one of the boys finally settling down, don't you think?"
Meg glanced up and down the street. They were, rather unfortunately, alone. The few locals who had been out and about had scurried on their way, back towards their own lives in this pointless place. With a slight sigh of frustration, Meg decided it was time to bite the bullet.
"You have a plan here, Princess, or are you just going to shout me to death?"