Guess I can mark three people off.
Oh, we love her too - after all, she’s part of the team. Really? Mind telling me just what exactly is this place? I always do, can’t trust anyone else.
Yeah, Torchwood, right? Well, Doc calls it a pocket universe. Something about us all being stuck in a bubble or something. You might want to ask Doctor Can-Do himself, he’d explain it better. Smart girl.
That’s very nice of her, keeping the memories alive. I did, a few hours ago.
She loves you guys. It’s sweet. Oh, well, welcome. I’d say it’s a nice place to be, but that’s just the surface. Keep your head up and trust those you’ve known first.
Gwen talks about me? All good things, I hope. Nice to meet you too, Meg - I’m Tosh.. or you might already know that.
She talks about everybody, actually. But yeah, everything she said about you was good. Did you just get here?
Not that I even know what is “here” and if someone would like to fill me in before the panic sets in, that’d be lovely.
You’re one of the one’s Gwen talks about all the time. Nice to meet you, the name’s Meg.
The hunter was hurt and had never learned to nurse his own wounds, allowing them to fester by default. It was true that both Meg and Jo made him a better man but for two different reasons. Jo made him want to progress, keep fighting the good fight, fall in love, run a house, gank a bitch, and come back at the end of the day. Meg made him realize that his past wasn’t fair and that before moving forward he had to let go and try to fix himself, that the world could wait a little longer.
Frozen in the safety of anger, Dean stared at her straight on without blinking as she spoke. Panic arose as she continued to walk closer to him and he wondered if this is how she felt when he stepped into her so many times before. Arms stiff, they began to loosen, hands half way to her hips before he pulled back, banging his head on the tree behind him. Having pressed himself as far away as nature would currently allow, Dean stared at her with wide eyes and lips parted. “No.” He whispered. His eyebrows furrowed, “No.” he said more stern than before pushing her back some so he could have space. “You don’t get to do that!” Dean pointed to her, his hands shaking. “You don’t get to force me to kamikaze what I’m working on!”
Urgent and anxious hands ran through his hair as he looked around to see if there was anyone else around who could have seen. “You stay away from me.” Dean walked backwards, tripping and falling down. Scrambling to get up before she could help, he grabbed a branch and held it in front of him, protecting himself.
To say Meg was hurt would be an understatement. Pain, anger, hurt, but most of all betrayal crossed through her emotional mind. Swatting at the branch, Meg clenched her jaw and threw her hands up defensively. “Right. I forgot.” Letting out a mirthless laugh, Meg reeled her head up and glanced towards the clearing in the trees. “Only you can do that.” She curled her lip into a sneer before turning her back towards him.
"Don’t worry Dean, I’m not going to help you out this time. You won’t be seeing me again if I can’t help it.” Glancing over her shoulder Meg raised a brow and began to walk back towards Eva’s grave. “You have hurt me one too many times, Dean Winchester. But congratulations, you’ve won. Catch you on the flipside.”
Meg continued to walk towards the grave without looking back. Because if she had, he’d seen the pained expression on her face and the breaking point when tears started to fall.
"You don’t know shit." His nostrils flared, eyes lasers. If there was one thing the Winchester hated it was someone telling him what he was thinking. "Yeah. What if I had never gotten in this mess." Dean’s words were as cool as a freshly sharpened blade, slicing blindly at anything it came in contact with. "Stop acting like you know me! Like you know everything!" His hands were tight fists against his side, the ache in his chest dulling from where she had poked him. "You met my father once. One time in a musty sewer system with your demon brother bastard." Dean spat back.
The hunter’s face was shoved to the side, his cheek reddening where her hand had met skin. He breathed harshly, trying to calm down. Grimacing to her touch, he jerked back as if she was poison. “You. Don’t. Know. Me.” He said slowly, glaring at her. “So we’re both twisted souls that have seen the pits of hell. Meg, I still had my humanity down there.” Dean knew that was the biggest difference between their experiences in the pit. “Kissing me, fucking me, loving me? Doesn’t mean you know what it’s like being a hunter and having both Heaven, Hell, and hunters breathe down your neck.” His words were poignant, face inches from hers, teeth lined perfectly together and bared for all to see.
Silence filled the gap Meg created as she stepped back. Dean felt his hands relax, pulse slow to a steady beat. “You and I both know that it was my fault. I could have put on protection. I could have been the bigger one and taken preventative measures.” The hunter was not going to apologize for using her demon pedigree as an excuse. “And yeah, Jo does make me happy. I’m learning to not be so much of a fuck up with her. She’s making me better. When I was with you—” He chuckled bitterly, his gentle words fading fast. “We barely talked but ‘Faster’ and ‘I’m almost there.’”
"No… you’re right, I don’t." Meg threw her hands up in exasperation and finality as she was giving up arguing with him;. Choosing to be the bigger man in this fight, however, was only getting harder and harder the more he spoke. "I met him in Hell too, Dean." She spoke quietly this time. Meg gritted her teeth as she chose to bite her tongue at every terrible word that Dean spewed out at her. For the most part, he was correct. But that didn’t necessarily mean he had the right to say it.
"No, I don’t but I know what it’s like to sacrifice yourself for someone you love." She swallowed hard as she met his gaze. "And I’m not only talking about those times where I saved your asses either, so don’t be selfish in thinking that. I’m talking about Henry, my real brother.” She clenched her jaw as she forced herself to remain calm—to not raise her voice again.
"No… no Dean, it wasn’t. It was my fault, my body rejected her. I was transforming, I was becoming human… I couldn’t…” Meg trailed off as tears became more threatening. “We wanted her." Meg balled her hands into fists so hard that her knuckles turned white. Shaking her head in disbelief, Meg took a careful step towards him. "I can’t believe that’s all you think we boiled down to." Taking another careful step closer, Meg completely closed the distance between them. "I am truly sorry for any inconveniences I’ve caused you.” Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and placed a sympathetic kiss upon his lips.
"Okay, okay. Calm your haunches." Alastair placed his hands in mock surrender. "And that you should. Haven’t seen such talent since the grumpy Winchester kid." He stared wistfully into the sky. "Star pupil, it really is a teacher’s nightmare when they leave. At least use my own talent against me and get a promotion you know? Don’t become butt buddies with Heaven. Christ." The Knight shivered and scoffed at Dean’s life style decisions, well, at everyone’s life style decisions.
His blood ran cold, face freezing in disgust. Only his eyes flicked towards her. “That’s a threat here?” He hadn’t been human in centuries, millennia.
Meg knew she shouldn’t be proud of the compliment that Alastair afforded her, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Always had a talent with a blade.” Meg raised a brow and stared at the elder demon in confusion and wonder. “So what you’re saying is you’d like me to torture you?”
Shrugging, Meg looked back off towards the treeline. “Yes it is. Ruby’s turned human because of it. I wanted to, but I decided it was better to stay a demon.”
He was still processing what she had said when he felt himself lurch forward, her grip tight on his collar. Swatting her hand away, he fixed his shirt. “I can walk myself you know.” He glared at her as he continued to follow her.
"We are not having this discussion in front of Evageline.” He pointed to her plot in the ground. “She deserves better than to hear us argue.” Dean was aware that she was dead, but since she wasn’t salted and burned he knew that there was a possibility, albeit a slim one, that she was there watching her mother and father fight. He pulled her away from the grave sight and further into the forest away from any of the cabins. “I am sick and tired of you thinking you know me so well, who the hell are you to tell me that Joanna doesn’t make me happy?”
The hunter rolled his eyes at Meg when she screamed and crossed his arms, smushing the flowers. Letting them drop to the ground, his hands rose in the air, completely done with everything. “Never deserved what?!” He yelled. “Deserved the constant paranoia that my dad was gonna drop in and friggin disown me at the drop of a hat because I was with a demon? Deserved the shame associated with a born and bred hunter? Or deserved being a fucking joke of a father that couldn’t even find a way to save his own goddamn kid!?” He roared, his heart pounding against his ribs.
Meg allowed Dean to pull her further into the woods before starting up their argument once more. “She might make you happy Dean, I don’t know, but what I do know is that for as long as I am here, you’re always going to wonder ‘what if’.” Meg pointed accusingly at him and poking him hard in the chest to drive the point further.
Being completely fed up with the prejudice that Dean never seemed to get over, Meg reached back and slapped him hard across the face. “Who the fuck cares what your Dad thinks about me. The only person in your life that cares the most is Sam and guess what? He was okay with it.” Slowly Meg reached up and placed her hand over the spot where she’d slapped him. “I think I know what the shame of being a hunter and the chosen one for Michael is by first hand.” Stepping back, Meg shook her head and sighed “You would have never been a terrible father, and losing her was not your fault.” After a few moments of silence, Meg shook her head “I’m sorry for slapping you. I was just so fed up and angry with the default of me being a demon as a problem… it’s not an excuse.”
If Dean had rolled his eyes any harder, they would have been permanently stuck. “I’ve tried. I pulled out all the stops when I was with you. Sorry I don’t get along with your clique, Meg.” He said sarcastically.
"I was not trying to die.” He said poignantly, stepping in, leaving only inches of distance between the two. Dean knew he couldn’t trust himself being so close to her. Even before things had gone south with Jo, when everything was perfect, her intoxicating presence had been too much for him. “If you’re so much more comfortable with it then maybe you should try to win her back because I am failing miserably.” His arms opened and neck jerked to the side. “You make yourself feel like a Judas. Don’t try to pin that on me dammit.” He sneered and moved away. “I’ve wanted nothing but the best for you Megan.” His finger pointed at her, he walked back towards her. “You just don’t think you fucking deserve it.” Eyes narrowed on her, his eyebrows dipped together, upset.
"Like I said, they’re not relevant to this conversation." Meg hissed, as her eyes narrowed once more. She was tired of the conversation leading to her friends, actually, she was tired of the whole damn scheme of things.
Meg tilted her head back as she sized him up, her eyes meeting his. “No? Huh, coulda fooled me.” Their faces closer and closer as she continued to seethe with anger. She hated that he always gravitated towards her when they fought, because she knew that they would end up doing something that would potentially hurt them in the end. Blinking a few times and exhaling, Meg glanced away from him and shrugged. “Well, Sunshine, I’m not the one trying to win her over.” Suddenly realizing they were in plain view, Meg flared her nostrils as she lurched forward and grabbed Dean by the collar. “Come on you idiot.”
Pulling him further into the woods, Meg didn’t stop until they were at the grave sight and out of view. “And you don’t think I wanted nothing but the best for you? That’s why I let you go, Dean. I’m a broken record by now, but yeah, I regret doing it because I realized that I was actually making you better. I know you love Jo, and I know she’s what you dreamed of, but she isn’t the one making you healthier or—or happier." Letting out a frustrated scream, Meg ran a hand through her hair and pointed accusingly at him.
"You always stated that you never deserved it either, Dean." By now she was pacing while sending him furtive glances. "Guess that just proves we’re either too stubborn to allow something we deserve, or we’re stupid.. or possibly… which is more than likely, both.”