Meg blinked, and raised one of her brows, before tilting her head and made a very "Dean-like" nod-shrug. "Well...alright." That had taken much less persuasion than she had assumed it would, and she truly had feared he'd just walk off. What he was feeling, she had no idea. She looked over his face but couldn't tell a thing.
Just like that dick, Castiel.
Er, now what? Meg glanced about before holding out an arm. "Wanna go back to my place and I'll mix you a drink?"