“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
Meg looked up. There was a man standing outside her cell and he had a big smile on his face. He examined the ceiling.
“Who are you?” Meg demanded to know.
The man, who spoke with a British accent, raised one eyebrow. “Let me give u a little hint. I saved the two of u from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg zei dry.
“You’re welcome” the angel said.
“Are u going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are u here to mock me?” Meg asked a little annoyed.
“No” the angel said, seeming to enjoy the situation. “Why don’t u just get out?”
“Because then the Winchester bro’s will be off my tail” Meg said.
“I know that” the angel said. “But even so I wouldn’t go too far. You’re veilig here”
“Why would an angel care about my safety?” Meg asked skeptic.
“Wouldn’t be the first time” the angel said. He became serious. “Castiel is going to need you. So, I think it’s in both your interest if u stay put”
“What are u talking about? Do u know something?” Meg asked insisting.
“No” the angel said. “Just that you’ve all been looking in all the wrong places”
And then he vanished.