"I'll show you how to be a real bad boy, you won't even remember being an angel," she said before finishing her water and then putting away the glass on the coffee table.
"Or you can figure it out on your own. That's fun, too." Meg leaned back on the sofa, crossed her arms and one knee over the other. A large part of her wanted to breed the monstrous little boy, and yet a part of her also felt guilty for what might happen if Castiel were to ever show up. Should she care? It's not like they had a...thing or anything...