Castiel would smell it, or maybe he already had and he'd notice. With the way he stuck to him all day, he was sure he'd already realized something was off and now... well, now.. something was very off. 

And honestly, he didn't know what to do. Castiel knocking on his door right this moment --Crowley knew it was him, he just knew-- didn't help either. 

Me: Yes.

DC: ...

[text] Where are you, angel?

Meg was no newbie to the night scene and she knew pretty much every rule on how to get the right one home and how to avoid the alcoholic bastards who only wanted to cup a feel. It was clear that the guy across from her in the bar did not and at first it was amusing, but then it seemed like he couldn't get rid of the chick obviously hitting on him. Sometimes the women could be just as relentless as the men.

BAM. FINALLY. We fucking made it!!! malakhelohim we friggen made itttttt.

Rose had been tracking an obscurely large source of power for days and at last, she'd managed to catch up with it...at a convenience store.

Her brows furrowed as she entered, glad that she had decided against the large weapon and stuck with small, concealable ones.  Adjusting her blue jacket, she took a deep breath and looked around before drawing her gaze back to her phone that acted as the scanner.

Without a moment's hesitation, she approached a man in a trenchcoat.  She knew immediately that they were in America and perhaps whoever or whatever this man was, he was just as impressionable as any other American man.

It was boring laying low, it was a life Meg had grown used to, but that didn't mean she loved every second of it. So she figured out other ways to pass time, to make her days and nights just a little bit brighter.

Tonight she'd come up with a new game and Castiel was the poor soul (or grace) she'd take it out on.