Meg nodded and softly clearing her throat she shrugged her shoulder down and away from his hand. She knew what he was trying to do but a dark part of her, that morbid part that was the majority of her personality, merely said 'He loved another You.'
Making a face, displeased, Meg didn't look at her "son."
"I died, Rory, in my universe." She suddenly couldn't remember if she had explained. Meg was sure she had, but she needed to remind him. Castiel didn't love her in her universe. Maybe he did, now she'd never know. There was certainly a spark and she knew it, because she didn't feel that kind of energy with just anyone.
"He doesn't know. The last I saw of him he was passed out in the back of that damned Impala."