Castiel pushed past her, aiming not to be deterred. What she said and moreover, what she thought of him were inconsequential. He was simply here by coincidence and he hadn't sought her out. He was neither naive nor so damaged that he saw her as a way out.
Or so he believed. To be honest, Cas didn't want to consider what he believed too much at the moment. Yet Meg seemed nonplussed. He probably should have left anyway.
Instead he took an empty bar stool and stared bitterly at the bar top. "What you think is of little import."