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004. [video/action]

[ Guess who's back, back again?

If the guess was 'the demon known as Meg', well get yourself a cookie out of the cookie jar. She is back, and having herself a fit of nostalgia. Not the good kind, though. When she arrived the first time it was on the very beach she finds herself on again. Before, though, she was fit to be tied, trying to zap out of Wonderland with no luck whatsoever. Now, though...well, it's a completely different story.

She's managed to prop herself up against a nearby sand dune, looking for all the world like she's just lounging around, enjoying the sunshine. Except she's not enjoying any of this, and she's currently looking pretty beat up and bloody - not to mention blonde. If her legs were cooperating, she would probably be doing some form of her previous anger stomp along the beach, but right now she just can't. It's another cherry on the sundae that has now become her life.

Obviously, this is the best time to announce her return, and when she turns on the video she ignores the blood on her face, figuring she'll just clean it up later. In the end, who cares. Without preamble, she starts in: ]

So, who does a girl have to bribe to get a beer around here? [ Look at that, alcohol is her priority as always. The more things change, and yadda yadda yadda, whatever. She just needs a damn drink. ] I think I've earned myself about two or eighteen. Wouldn't say no to some whiskey, either.

[ Hand delivered, of course. Like hell she's going to belly crawl up to the mansion, give her a little credit here. The plan is basically wait until she's healed up enough to walk, then stumble up to the room she's learning to call home and pass out for a month or two. She's tired.

There's a pause, and she looks like she's going to say more. It's like an itch, the need to call Crowley out and challenge him, but she holds back on that. There's no telling if he's still there anymore, and besides - the longer she can go without seeing his face, the better. So, she'll just cut off the video, without so much as a toodles or a good bye. ]

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[ She senses Sam's approach, tilting her head back to watch him. She has context for that whole sickly thing he has going on, but she's not going to comment. Chalking it up to tablet shenanigans is good enough for her. ]

Sure do. Every little detail. [ Not the most pleasant memories to add to her arsenal, but she'll deal. ] How long have I been gone from Wonderhell?

[ Obviously, he and Dean managed to get away, so that goes without asking. At least she didn't get stabbed in the gut for nothing, otherwise she would have been a little miffed.

She reaches out her left hand, waiting for that beer. It's one of the few body parts she can move without much effort on her part. At least the bleeding has stopped - for the most part. ]

[ Tablet shenanigans indeed. He nods quickly at her confirmation, and before answering her question, he does her one better than just handing over the drink. He offers her the beer, then ducks down to help her up, offering an arm, shoulder, whatever she can reach. She's an ally, as far as he's concerned, and that's not going unnoticed. ]

Not long. [ Honestly, he's not sure of the length of time; there's been a lot going on. But as there's nothing much to report... ]

You need the clinic.

[ There's a moment where she just looks at him, like she doesn't completely get what he's trying to do until the penny drops. Disregarding the rescue from Crowley's torture (after a year), she's been left to her own devices after any kind of fight or injury. By choice, of course, but it's rare to find someone willing to give a helping hand to a demon anyway. Yet here he is, doing it.

Never one to turn away an opportunity to make life just a tiniest bit easier on herself, she'll just get a tight grip on his shoulder, the beer held in her free hand. It's no easy task to get to her feet, and most of her weight is now Sam's burden, but she manages. There's a pause as she steadies herself. ]

You think they've ever bandaged up a demon before? [ And she grins, tucking the beer under her other arm so she can walk better. ] Maybe I can win a spot on their 'Worst Patient' list. Only if I get a free sucker out of the deal, though.

Edited (i'm an awesome speller) 2013-06-10 19:13 (UTC)

[ "Most of her weight" means relatively little to the tall moose-like man, who helps her up with relatively no trouble, though he looks troubled enough for both of them. ]

I'm sure they've bandaged up everyone you could think of. [ The choice of "everyone" over "everything" is not intentional, though likely appreciated by the demon he's helping back toward the manor. ] I can guess, but... what's the last thing you remember?

Meeting the very sharp end of a very pointy stick.

[ Short and to the point - much like the sword that stabbed her. That's not all she remembers, of course. ]

Saw you two get in your Batmobile, and I'm guessing Castiel took off with the angel tablet. After that, nothing but sand.

[ Which wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been bleeding in it for quite a while. As it is, she's surprised the body has anymore blood left. ]

Gonna let me know how the 'Closing Hell's Gate' chapter ends?

So you remember everything. [ He heaves a sigh, helping her along. ] ... Never got to thank you.

[ Beat. Then, earnestly: ] Thanks, Meg. [ And then he sort of-- almost cracks a smile, shaking his head. ] I can honestly say I never thought I'd be saying that.

[ Remember that time you almost went on a date? Rode around in his skin? ] Still not totally over the binding link, just so you know.

[ Is he joking about being possessed? N... o? Not really? Because it's not funny, not at all. It's all just ironic.

At the mention of the closing the gates of Hell, he steels his expression. And lies. ]

Got yanked here right before the finale. [ He mutters. ] And that wasn't the only interruption.

Yeah, yeah. Next time I take some bullets for you come looking for me sooner.

[ Truth be told, she never thought it would be something Sam Winchester would say to her. It's...it's something. She can't quite put her finger on what that something is, so that's just one more thing to think on later.

She's starting to get a headache from all this crap. ]

I just wanted you to have something to remember me by, that's all. [ Though she hadn't possessed him long, she knew things, lots of things about Sam. At one time, she would have gleefully used any of that knowledge to drag him over to the Dark Side, or even just to hurt his precious baby feelings a bit. Now, it's not really a matter of sides anymore. She just really didn't feel like it.

His story is easy enough to believe. She can't say it's the most far fetched thing she's ever heard. It sounds exactly like something the mansion would do, yank them here right before the big show ends. ] Color me unsurprised. Not about the whole interruptions stuff, that sounds about right. You got some other kind of biblical creature on your tails, or maybe something with a little more kick to it's name?

Will do. [ He offers a fleeting smile, helping her through the front doors. It's still a distance, and he's worried about her and the blood, honestly, but there's nothing they can do at the moment besides continuing to trek on. ]

I think I can remember you enough without, thanks. [ They went far back, after all. He remembered that first meeting on the road, when he'd been so intent on going his own way, finally (again) breaking from his family. She'd been there, all sass and mystery, and he hadn't suspected for a long time.

Now, here he was, helping her to the clinic after she'd died for them. Small world. ... Worlds. .]

... Both? [ He sighs, and then mutters: ] Ever hear demon bedtime stories about Abaddon?

[ It's getting a little easier to pick up her feet, put a little weight on her legs, but she's using Sam for a lot of support anyway.

His comment earns a chuckle. Meg's sure she's left a lasting impression on Sam, out of everyone. Not only because of the rough ride she took in his body, but they do really go back. How times have changed - she had been insistent on killing him and his brother, and now look at her. Relying on him for help.

The mention of Abaddon throws her off, and she goes stiff for a moment, stumbling a tiny bit before recovering. ]

That's a name I haven't heard in years. Went MIA way back when, and nobody's heard a peep since. [ The fact he even mentions the name tells her that he's had to have run across Abaddon recently. ] You boys really know how to make friends in high places, don't you? Let me guess, you found Abaddon somewhere and woke the dragon?

[ He notices the reaction, of course, but he didn't need it to tell him what kind of creature the Knight of Hell was. He'd seen it firsthand, three times. ]

Until now. [ Sam heaves a sigh, working them both closer to the clinic. ] And no, it wasn't us. She was looking for something in the past, and someone jumped through time and brought her here.

[ See his expression? It says, yeah, like we didn't have enough problems before that. Except it was their grandfather, and he gave his life for his family, and Sam wouldn't dare say anything against the man. ]

I sorta... temporarily... took care of it.

Time travel. That always works out so well. [ She's deadpanning it right now, because even if she hasn't taken a trip to the past or the future herself, let's face it. Nothing good comes from it. ] Always wondered what happened to Abaddon. Not the easiest demon to take down, from what I remember.

[ But deets? She doesn't really care about them. It's not like she and Abaddon were BFFs anyway. She just has a healthy amount of respect (gasp!) for Abaddon. Meg knows who to piss off and who to avoid. ]

Better hope that temporary becomes 'permanent', otherwise you'll just be pissing off another high level demon. [ And she chuckles, because isn't that what Winchesters do best? Other than dying. ]

Yeah, she's not. [ Siiiigh. ] She took a bullet to the head that we'd engraved with a devil's trap and we cut her head off. So that was fun, until Humpty-Dumpty managed to pull herself together again.

[ Never mind that it's pretty much their fault that it happened. ]

She nearly got back at me, but I sorta... burned her alive.

[ ??>? oops? ] For now, she's not a problem. [ As if they needed more of those... ]

[ Okay, so Meg's a little impressed with how they managed to take her down - a devil's trap on a bullet, who would have thought? - though not surprised Abaddon managed to figure her way out of that kind of mess. ]

We demons are crafty, you know that. Burned her alive, huh? [ She doesn't need to concentrate on her feet so much, using him as a lean to. Her legs seems to be trying to work right again, anyhow. ] I sense that's not the clean end you were looking for, was it Bullwinkle?

[ The doors to the clinic are in sight and she groans a little. ]

Do I actually have to do in there, or can you just drop me off at the front doors and I can heal up there?

[ She knows she should lay down or something for a bit at least, but ugh. Doctors are for humans. ]

Her meat suit, anyway. [ Siiiigh. Because that would've only delayed her. ] ... No, 'course not. She'll be back sooner than we'll be ready for, and she'll have the edge.

[ You know, what with the Winchesters in shoddy shape. And Cas... human. ]

You gotta go in. [ He cracks the faintest of smiles at the change of topic. ] Sorry, rules're rules.

[ or something shuddup he's trying to be helpful ]

You'll figure it out. It's what you boys do, isn't it?

[ This sounds oddly...nice for Meg. Hey, she's tired, okay? It's hard work being an ass all the time.

Which isn't really true, but whatever. It's how she justifies it to herself and that's all that matters. ]

Fine fine, I'll go to the doc like a good little girl.

[ Does she sound petulant? Okay, maybe a little. Come on, Sam, she can just planet herself face down in her bed and heal there, right? ]

Apparently. [ She knows as well as anyone, having spent as much time around them as... well, more than most people.

He appreciates the change in tone, however subtle, and smiles in tired appreciation. ]

Okay. [ He steps back finally, spying some of the clinic's workers approaching, and then lowers his head a bit. ]

... Thanks again. For... y'know.

[ Meg takes a moment to look at him, really look at him. With the amount of times he and his brother have tangled with demons, angels and died, she can't fathom why they're still going on. Fighting the good fight or whatever the hell people call it these days.

Well, she can guess at Sam's motivation. That doesn't mean she understands it. She tilts her head, shrugging her shoulders a bit. ]

You know me. Happy to help. [ There's a tone of sarcasm, but it's not necessarily biting. She gives him a smirk, standing in the doorway for a moment. ] Next time, put me at the bottom of your list. Don't feel like dying again anytime soon.

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