Calm Before the Storm
"Because I'm not actually a moron," she asserted, idly twirling the angel blade. Even after using it and shoving it in bags and generally scuffing it up, the thing shown as if it had been polished five minutes ago, as irritatingly bright and clean as the stupid things that were supposed to be wielding it.
"The Winchesters always win. We know it's true. If I didn't back them up, they'd think I was with Lucifer, and if I was on Lucifer's team, I'd definitely end up dead. He was onto me the second I showed up because you dickbags were so bad at playing double agent. He's been letting me live just to have someone who'll do what he says." Meg tipped her head and pursed her lips, mockingly critical. "If Lucifer does, you're just giving up your headstart by sticking around. So what's your real angle?"