[Sorry for the delay, dear. Meg said 'no, don't wanna talk about Clarence.']
There was very little chance Meg could keep either Dean from seeing either Sam, and some sort of chaos would break loose. Having already done her fair share of niceties by not telling Moose that his tiny self were here, by not tormenting the poor boy, Meg had nothing further to do. She was otherwise uninvolved and had more important things to deal with than the Winchester's in this place--such as her son, such as not being bored out of her skull alone in her apartment. Thus far, she'd done a decent job of making "friends" and was now pretty pally with Jay Gatsby--yes, The great one--and Hannibal the Cannibal Lecter. Not to mention she'd saved a boy's life when he got lost in New York City, so she had several gold stars on the score board.
It was going to be kept that way.
"I did. It was a mutual benefit. I wanted Crowley dead, so did they." Meg gave a nod, then smoked on her cigarette, giving another nod if not with a bit of a sneer. Sure, laugh it up girlie, but you weren't there. Had Meg had a better idea, likely she would have gone with it...
"Oh, Clarence? I suspect he's the same angel in your world that pulled out--you said Sam? Where I'm from, it's Dean. Castiel is his name, and he's not the brightest crayon in the box, but he gets by." Meg had a terrible little smirk on her lips as she look ahead at the pavement while taking another drag.