Calm Before the Storm
She'd be damned if she ever admitted that Crowley made sense. So she scowled and tightened her grip on her knife as if she really would stab it through his brain.
"You know what," Meg said through gritted teeth. "If that's what gets you through the day, then fine, you keep telling yourself that." Fucking Crowley, goddamn Crowley, goddamn fucking belly-to-the-ground bean-counting asshole Crowley.