He had yet to explore the roof of the building, but Castiel found the details hard to take in. He felt nervous. He had been nervous when he waited for Dean and then Sam. Those nerves had partially been from the expectation that they were from a similar time. But they did not remember what he had done this time, how naive he had been, or that they had tried to stop him.
Meg was different. For so many reasons. There was the talk of her death. He'd been trying to keep her safe and instead, she had died because she was pushed to a quiet corner of his mind that heaven did not notice. More than that, he did not know what she would see. Did he have enough power left to truly see her, he thought he would. He had been able to see demons as Emanuel, but his grace hadn't been gone then just suppressed. But he did not know.
"Meg," He sat down across from her, his eyes taking in her limbs before he could bring himself to look at her face.