"I already know you," Meg said, simply. "There's nothing you can tell me that I don't already know." She shrugged. "And if you want to know what Cas is up to, then you need to talk to him and not me. I'm not big on betrayal." Which was precisely what it felt like if she told Sam anything at all about what she or Cas had been up to.
Meg shook her head in response to the question about the booze. What she wanted to do to go find Cas and see how he'd dealt with his mirror!verse.
She knew that Cas hadn't contacted the Winchesters since they'd arrived here. She was also pretty sure she understood why. The fact was, he'd expected to die in that lake, and then if she understood correctly the Winchesters hadn't bothered to look for him after they'd learned he was alive. Because angels, demons and Leviathans HAD heard that he was alive. And she knew for a fact at least one demon had told Dean Winchester that he was still alive, because she'd stabbed the fucker in the throat after he'd told her that little tidbit.
It wasn't an easy thing to face your old friends and realize they didn't actually give a shit about you. Because what the Winchesters wanted or needed was more important than what anyone else wanted or needed. But demons were the selfish and evil ones.
So, yeah, it probably had been a bit of desperation that had made him cling to her when she'd found him. It hadn't been on purpose, but she hadn't exactly stopped him either. The fact was they'd needed each other. And it worked. For the most part. And it wasn't really anyone else's goddamned business.
She took a sharp breath she didn't need and let it out. "I need to go see if Cas has freaked out over having another of him," she said, standing up now. She wrinkled her nose. "And maybe find some fries if they exist in this world."