Meg held up the hand with her cigarette in a 'hold on' fashion, shaking her head again. "Oh, no," she began in response. "He isn't my Dean. He's still pissed at me for killing his now-wife a few years back," the other hand waved as she spoke. "That Dean, who isn't your Dean, isn't from my time, either. Neither are either of the Sam's. I'm pretty sure the Giant is from more recently than Dean, but not so recent that he knows I saved his sorry ass after he went off and found some chick." Meg made a face and huffed. "He's Lucifer crazy, this one. Up in his head--oooh, you missed out some crazy shit. Anyway, the other Sam is like...eleven."
Another face.
"I did not let him. Bastard only wishes he could have had such an easy go at it. I stabbed him, first. Winchester's got away. Clarence got away. While I'd rather not be dead, the situation could have gone worse." Meg shook her head and took a long smoke from her cigarette, tapping it out over the left end of the bench onto the sidewalk. The rest of the Crowley related conversation was left to the side. Really, she didn't need to let herself know the kind of awful things he had done.