Meg isn’t the best person to rely on right now, but she’s the only thing you had at the moment.

Meg was in hiding from Crowley, god she hated that bastard. Who didn’t? I mean sealing deals without discussing terms and confusions? Some kind of ‘King of Hell’ he is. Meg is a demon, but honestly? She’s kinda nice to be around.

She’s a sarcastic little shit with no filter, but she’s not completely off her rocker like Crowley or Lucifer. Ever since the Devil himself did get locked back in his cage, Crowley has been a grade-A douchebag.

The search for a safehouse was easy due to the amount of abandoned cabin houses in the woods, so picking one was no problem.

It was the demon next to you that was the problem.

Ever since she started hanging around you, it’s been near impossible to spend a single moment alone without her dangling over your head like a bat. She was a clingy thing.

Even if Meg was a clingy son of a bitch, she would never just outright admit it. She’s got the right intentions, just wants to always keep you in her sights.

“You don’t have to go on that hunt,” Meg spoke from her spot on the couch, a slight glimmer of hope in her brown eyes. “I’m sure another hunter will pick up the case!”

She was so… So clingy…