Meg didn't care really if she kept that gun trained on her the entire time. She leaned back and sipped her drink. "Oh relax Barbie, I'm not here to start any trouble. This place wreaks of it already. Too bad you humans have a limited sense of smell." She said that loud enough that people around them could hear and not one even batted an eye. "Well, that is interesting."
What the hell was wrong with these people? Was it witch craft, a spell cast over an entire town, or something worse? Fact was she had no love lost between her kind and other supernatural beings. "I'm gonna throw you a bone here, that bartender, not human. That guy in the corner with the dark hair.." Her brows furrowed a bit as she saw the bottle he sipped out of. "drinking bottled blood.. well obviously he's not either."
Then she heard someone bitching rather loudly and looked over her shoulder, tilting her head. Now he was interesting, human but he was special. The cook she'd keep in her back pocket for now. Then she brought her eyes back to Jo. "You know they're here right.. the Winchesters." Hell, she could practically feel them. That only meant that delicious angel of theirs wasn't too far away. "By the way, which one is it you have a hard on for, I can't remember." A slow wicked smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Meg chuckled and finished off her drink with a shake of a head. "Really, if I were up to something would I of pranced over here and took a seat?" She rolled her eyes. "Really going to give me all the credit with that one? Gotta let things go kitten. Besides, had I been directly involved there would of been too many pieces for them to bring you back." She leaned forward as she set the glass back down on the table. "Makes me wonder, where is Mommie Dearest?"