Amy Pond:

He read five of those books prominently featuring Meg (they stopped being published after the season/series 3 finale). 

Scarecrow

Shadow

Salvation

Devil’s Trap

Born Under a Bad Sign

And then there’s the fact that additional information is given regarding non-Winchesters in the books (Becky saying that Bela gave the Colt to Crowley) which means her arc was likely more heavily explored. 

Castiel would be wondering why Meg (or, perhaps in the books her real name was given to the ‘audience’) was so important - important enough to be included in the ‘Word of God’. He’d be intrigued by her character and her role in the narrative, he’d struggle with admiration for her loyalty and the guilt tied to admiring any aspect of a demon. 

He wouldn’t know the demon he met in Abandon All Hope was her, it wouldn’t be until Caged Heat when Sam and Dean referred to her as ‘Meg’ that realized the character that caused all of those strange tugs at his heartstrings was the same demon he threw into a ring of holy fire to escape. 

He didn’t look at her strangely because she was flirting, he looked at her strangely because he never imagined he would have actually ever met her, had interacted with her and not known it. He didn’t know how to feel about it. 

“Meg, I saw the most magnificent honey bee and I - oh, you changed your hair.” 

“Who the Hell are you? You’re not - you are. You’re a - “

“Oh. You changed your vessel as well. … What time is this?” I must have miscalculated. 

“Look, I’m sure you have more important matters to attend to than little old me so - “

“You’re not little, you’re marvelous. You should know that.”

“What are you on about? You the Clarence to my George or…?”

Megstiel babies is killing me with cuteness, so I’m taking a quick pause from all the lesbians and RPS to post a drabble of my own.

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Sth reeeeally quick, sth weird…

but I kinda like the way Meg’s facial expression turned out to be here so…

spn meme: four otps [2/4]

Sam and Dean Winchester rushed over to Castiel and helped him up off of the road. The brothers struggled under the pressure Castiel placed on both of their shoulders as he stumbled towards the car.  “Damn it, Cas. What the hell happened to you out there?” Dean said gruffly as he opened the car door and Castiel climbed in the back seat. Castiel remained silent and hung his head shamefully before sliding down to lay in the seat. Dean and Sam climbed in and Dean continued on to the Men of Letters bunker they called home. 

Sam looked over his shoulder into the backseat at Castiel who groaned in pain whenever there was a bump in the road. “Hey. Are you okay?” “I will be fine. Thank you, Sam,” Castiel said quietly. He was already working to heal some of the more superficial wounds. The bullet wound would take a bit more than just a little Grace to heal, but he’d worry about that later. Maybe Meg could step into her old role as nurse for a little bit. That would be nice. “Is Meg back at the bunker?” Sam turned to Dean, giving him a worrying look. Dean for his part acted as though he hadn’t heard Castiel, and kept his eyes trained on the road. Sam’s gaze fell to the dash and he puffed out a steadying breath. “Cas, man, I’m sorry. She, uh…Crowley, he–” “Crowley has her again?” Castiel asked, pushing himself up on one arm to look at Sam.

“Did you know that for almost a year the little bitch didn’t break? Not once.” Crowley tilted his head. “Almost admirable. But I found her first little weakness just after you returned.”

“She’s strong.”

“Was, Castiel. She was strong." 

Something in the angel’s face made the demon give him a surprised look. "Oh they didn’t tell you, did they?”

Castiel stared at the buttons on his coat, burning with anger. “No…” he whispered. Meg.

“Your little friend? Knife went into her so easy. She twitched, gasped, and not once,” he leaned forward, “did she think of her precious angel. The last thing she saw, was me. Winning.”

The angel closed his eyes and Crowley smirked.

 Except Meg didn’t mean it

because she was in Castiel’s mind, nothing more than a dead memory,