“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 you a little hint. I saved the two of you from Hell”
“Oh, you’re an angel” Meg said dry.
“You’re welcome” the angel said.
“Are you going to kill me?” Meg wanted to know.
“No”
“Are you here to mock me?” Meg asked a little annoyed.
“No” the angel said, seeming to enjoy the situation. “Why don’t you 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 safe 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 you stay put”
“What are you talking about? Do you 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.