"Only two!" Meredith replied, hoping Claire didn't think everyone at Seattle Grace just kind of got married because of sex and forgot to feel. "And only one of them never made it to the vows. The other one ended in a nasty six-month divorce settlement. That made us all want to drink."
At that admission, Meredith did exactly that. She was almost drunk enough to be talking about stuff that didn't actually happen for this Izzie and telling random people they were pretty. She'd have been worried about the whereabouts of her underwear if she wasn't already married and everyone here was strictly within friend territory. "Oh, I expect blood. But mostly from the shoes. Dunno about yours, but mine are killing me."
Then again, she didn't know much about hunters. Mostly there was booze and somewhere in there were demons, angels, and apparently credit fraud. If Cas got Claire involved with something like that, Meredith figured she would probably have to kill him. As a mercy killing, since Nathan and Peter were liable to do a lot worse. "I dunno about that, I get the feeling he's pretty much scoping me now for the lock combination to the hospital pharmacy," she said, staring at Abra. "He can do that, right?"