Castiel stared down into his empty glass. Staring into the middle distance was somewhat helpful, although Meg was going out of her way to arrange herself in an aesthetically pleasing manner. He sort of hated Dean for having left that pornography on. Had he not seen it, he would not be imagining Meg in such a way at the moment.
Although even Cas was not so naive as to not suspect something had passed between them that day in Carthage. Meg had tilted her head...she'd wanted something from him, though at the time he hadn't realized what.
"I believe that what I'm doing appears to be evident," he replied defensively.
When truthfully, all he'd been trying to do was get back to where he belonged, but to no avail.