Meg said nothing as she considered it. This was too much, but she'd handled weirder, worse. Just never her own kid. Sure, she'd seen plenty of children that shouldn't logically exist, or at least she knew about them. This was just her little demon-angel to deal with, she supposed.
"Yeah, you're right," she finally conceded. "I would have blown him to smithereens, otherwise."
Meg then looked over "her son" thoughtfully. She wondered at what point in time their stories all gave way. In her timeline had she met Castiel the same way as in their son's? Had things gone differently with Crowley that night, would she have been alive and (Oh, Lucifer) pregnant? They had made plans, after all, but she--as of this moment in time--had not come out on the other side.
"You look just like him. Kinda weird." she smirked.