Shrugging, Cas pulled one of the beers from the refrigerator and handed it to Steve. He popped the cap from his own and leaned against the counter, preferring to stand, free hand resting on it. He took a sip of the beer, choosing his words carefully. He had no intention of upsetting Steve. To do so would be to compromise what alliance they seemed to have formed and that was the last thing he wished to do. It was nice to have friends; having always had very few, he intended to keep as many as possible.
"You did everything correctly," Cas replied, shaking his head. "Though I'm told Meg healed you. When you fell. Is that true?"
His suspicion was less related to Steve himself than it was to Meg and her intentions. Everything a demon did came at a price and thus far, Steve and Severus Snape were the only two individuals he knew of that had received such treatment. He knew that Azazel had been capable of bestowing abilities upon those he chose as potential vessels for Lucifer. Though without ingesting her blood, he doubted she'd have been able to do such a thing to either Steve or Snape.
"This is not an interrogation," he pointed out. "I simply do not understand why she would do such a thing. Snape has reported a similar occurrence. I feel it would be best to find out exactly whom else was restored."
In his own reality, the last he'd seen of Meg, she'd been left burning on that ring of holy fire. He was not certain what she had expected of him that day. A kiss, perhaps. Though why a demon would wish to fraternize with a fully powered angel, he was uncertain. The thought made him...uncomfortable.