Ten minutes later the door opened and Meg appeared in the doorway. Cas’ heart jumped up, but Dean walked to the door and pushed Meg outside.
“What are you doing here?” he hissed.
“Sam called me. He said Cas wanted to see me before he died. Are you really going to deny him his last wish?” Meg asked disbelief.
“It’s for his own good” Dean said heartless and he grabbed Meg’s arm, dragging her to the stairs, leading to the ground floor.
“For his own good? He’s dying!” Meg exclaimed.
“And who’s fault is that? You’re the one that introduced him to Heather. You left that crack whore alone with him” Dean yelled accusatory.
“And you let him escape. I tied him up for his own safety. You let him go and ran off to that crack whore! You’re just as guilty” Meg defended herself. She took a deep breath. “Look, it’s not about what we want. It’s about what Cas wants and he wants to see me. Just let me go in for five minutes. Then, I promise I’ll disappear forever”
She tried to move past Dean, but he grabbed her arms again.
“Dean, let me through!” Meg screamed and she struggled to free herself. She tried to hit him in the face. “Let go of me!”
Dean could barely keep a hold of her and his grip loosened.
For a second Meg stared him scared in the eye. Dean tried to grab her hand, but she fell down the stairs.
Dean stared upset at Meg, who groaned and held her stomach. He wanted to go to her, when Anna appeared next to her.
She turned to Dean. “Go back to Cas, Dean” she commanded, before she helped Meg stand up. She supported Meg, looking for a doctor, leaving a trail of blood.