Meg slid into the passenger side gratefully. Even if this was a set up, she felt better being in a familiar environment and the car provided its own variety of protection. It was mobile, it was sturdy, and it was comforting. She’d take it. On a normal day, she’d have stayed resolutely on her side, leaned against the door, relaxed. But today? Today she moved closer to the center without really meaning to. Without being entirely conscious of the fact that she was doing it. She would never admit out loud that she felt safer when they were close together, but it was rather unfortunately true. Unfortunate in her opinion, anyway. She’d spent the past several decades running solo and it felt more than a little strange to be relying on someone else after so long. But she couldn’t deny, much as she wanted to, that having him close, in a situation like this, made her feel a lot less anxious.
As the car pulled to a stop in front of the abandoned house, Meg smirked. This, she could work with. It was obviously abandoned, so they’d be left alone. The houses around were equally stark and the general air of emptiness seemed promising.
“Oh, you take me to the nicest places,” she teased with a sideways smile before sliding back into business mode. “I can work with this. We ward the fuck out of the lower level, should keep out any unwanted visitors.” She nodded once. “Yeah. Let’s get the car round back.” Meg drummed her fingers on the back of the seat as Dean pulled the car around. She caught sight of the cross facing the property and smirked. Yeah. It was almost like they knew who the knew neighbors were going to be, though the state of the building made it clear that no one lived there either. As the rolled to a stop, Meg threw open the door before the engine had truly died and made for the front door.
The whole place stank of water damage and rot. It stank of home. While she much preferred comfortable living, she wasn’t a fool. She hadn’t been able to really be “comfortable” since Lucifer had fallen, and places like this had become all too common for her. Still, at least she wasn’t alone.
“Home sweet home,” she called over her shoulder with a smile as she reached out and broke the lock on the front door. “Dibs on the master bedroom.” Without looking back at him, she stepped inside, grateful for a bolt hole to run to.