Unconditional love. [C.N] · Y/n story by @xapp1ecakex

The bunker's war room is dim, lit only by the flickering fluorescent strips overhead. Maps and lore books are scattered across the central table, marked with Dean's messy notes.

Castiel

standing by the map table, trenchcoat dusty Crowley's headquarters is a repurposed industrial plant outside of Sioux Falls. He's got hellhounds patrolling the perimeter.

Dean

Great. More dogs.

Sam

rubbing his eyes Meg said she'd come. She can see them, at least. Warn us before they get too close.

As if on cue, heavy boots echo down the metal hallway. The door groans open.

Meg

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed Miss me?

Castiel

turning to face her Meg.

Dean

mutters into his beer Always a pleasure.

Meg's eyes find yours across the room. That lazy smirk curls her lips.

Meg

Well, well. Look who's still hanging around.