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Who: Meg and Closed (Crowley and Angel)
Where: At first a random staircase where she runs into Crowley, then on to the stables to give Angel a hard time.
When: Feb 29th March 3rd
Rating: M for potty mouths I'm sure
Summary: As usual, she doesn't appreciate events when they happen. News at 11.
The Story:
When everything decides it's about time to go haywire again, Meg finds herself on a staircase. At first, she was tense, wondering if this was some kind of death trap. There's always some part of her on high alert around the mansion, knowing it's tendency to go all nutso at the drop of a hat.

After it's done doing the whole breaking off into pieces routine and nothing actually happens, she relaxes a smidge. Now, she's more curious than anything.

Leaning against the railing, she has herself a look around. Kinda unexpected, but she's stopped trying to predict what the mansion will do next. At least it breaks up the monotony and boredom of life around this hell hole.

Now what? Well, she's just going to ponder on that as she rests her elbows against the railing, watching the other pieces of the mansion as she thinks on that particular problem.

For the moment, she's alone. There's no telling how long that will last.

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Crowley moves along from one chunk of the mansion to another. It's a little tiring, more because he can't find very much of interest than because of the exertion of the act, but he's still feeling weary by the time he sees Meg stranded on her little staircase.

At first, he thinks that he's too tired and busy to deal with her, but really when is he too tired and busy to revel in Meg's discomfort?

He floats his way over, landing on the top step so that he can stand over her.

"Don't tell me you're trapped here."

As soon as she sense his presence, she rolls her eyes. Whatever entity is running the show in Wonderland must hate her something fierce if Crowley's managed to come her way.

"Don't see how it's any of your business, Crowley." Actually, she'd been pondering a little traveling of her own, looking for someone to keep her company in some manner. Locking herself up in her room works, but it's so damn boring. "Shouldn't you be off scaring the good people of Wonderland with that mug of yours?"

"I was regaling everyone with the beauty of my visage, but then I saw you and I wanted to come say hello." He smiles, more like a cheeky shark than an old friend.

"I've just gone home for a year and you'll be happy to know that you're still quite dead and no one seems to miss you, not even Cas."

The look she gives him is bored, her eyebrows raised just the slightest, as if to say And?

"How sad for me." She deadpans as she turns away from him, annoyed. Yeah, sure, she helped out and distracted the dick while the Hunters Two made their escape. Was it too much to ask for a little recognition, even after the fact?

"Let me guess. You've managed to worm your way back into their good graces and are using them to get what you want." Not really a guess, since that's what practically any demon would do. "Sam told me Abaddon's back. You running scared, Crowley?"

And now she'll turn back to face him, tilting her head just the slightest as she looks at him. She's gleaned enough from conversations with Sam to know Abaddon means business with a capital B.

"Of her? Why would I be scared?"

Not that that's a No. Of course he's scared. Abaddon is a force to be reckoned with and he'd be a fool not to be concerned by that whole... situation. Add to it the fact that he's just spent months locked up in various tight spaces with too much time and too many Winchesters on his hands.

"I am working with them again, but don't worry. I'm sure you're still their favorite pet after Castiel."

He looks her up and down as if she's made of trash. Really, she is to him.

She's not buying what he's selling when it comes to Abaddon, but she doesn't call him out. She just smirks, because even she would watch her step with a Knight of Hell.

"Oh, no reason, I'm sure." She says sarcastically as she leans against the banister beside her, looking completely at ease. Which she isn't, of course she isn't - letting her guard down around Crowley is just asking for it. His look doesn't go unnoticed, but she just bares her teeth at him in a mockery of a sweet smile. "Jealous, Crowley? Don't worry, I'm sure they'll put a pen out back for you somewhere. You can have your very own dog house and everything."

"Aw, can I?" He grins, mocking and cruel. "Do you think Moose will take me for walkies?"

It drops in an instant and he rolls his eyes.

"Get bent, whore. I've got no interest in being leashed the way you are. That's why I'm the King and you're rotting in the ground."

He does want to work with the Winchesters, of course, but he wants a partnership and that isn't what he sees between Meg and the rest of their group. She serves them the same way she served Lucifer.

It's a bit sad, really. At the end of the day, she's just looking to replace Daddy the same as Castiel, and there's no way Dean can live up to God or Lucifer. He'll get them both killed in the end. Crowley might even miss Cas a little, but he's not too torn up about having to kill Meg.

As far as he's concerned, she stepped into his blade. She wanted to die for them or she wouldn't have even tried to fight him. Even when Wonderland brings up all that human guilt, her blood doesn't make him feel bad in the least.

It takes effort, but she doesn't fly at him with claws extended like she so desperately wants to.

Crowley is scum, something to scrap off her shoe when she steps into something nasty and rotting. He might have an inflated sense of self worth, but she can't say that's not something all demons share - it just pisses her off extra hard when it's Crowley.

"Big words for a little man." She can do condescending, too. "Tell me, when do you act like King of anything? All I see you doing around here is sucking up to the popular kids in class. So kingly of you."

Crowley is everything that's wrong in Hell - the old guard knew how to run it, how to control those of a lower tier (and she's always considered Crowley lower than her). The power of self preservation has kept her from outright murdering him, but there's no telling how long that fuse will last.

Crowley turns his chin up, but there's a moment when anger flashes on his face.

"If you're referring to Dean, he and I are buddies where I'm from. You wouldn't know that, but we're working together as partners."

He raises an eyebrow, daring her to think otherwise. This Dean may not remember it, but he and Crowley are going to take down Abaddon together and it's going to be beautiful. There's a new understanding there now, he thinks. Maybe there's a future there where they can work together agreeably, even.

It's what he's wanted all along, anyway. It's not his fault that the Winchesters and Cas ruin everything.

She barks out a laugh at this - a loud sound, and the look she gives him in incredulous.

"You're joking, right?" It's out before she can stop herself, because why should she care about Crowley getting cozy with Dean? They deserve each other as far as she's concerned. And yet... "Doesn't matter how many demons Dean Winchester works with, he will take you down before you can say 'Please, sir, can I have some more'."

Out of the Heroes Three, Dean is the one to turn on someone the quickest. His never wavering loyalty to his family and BFF angel means anyone else is garbage to be tossed aside.

Bitter? Yes, she is. Meg's still pissed off about Christmas, about what she saw. Playing nice with Dean means he's off her back and off her case, and right now that's all she wants from him.

"Maybe he's changed. You don't know what we've all been through together."

He shrugs and holds up his hands to check his nails. Meg is complete dirt as far as he's concerned and he needs her to understand that. Her barbs won't get to him.

"Anyway, I have to be going. There are more important people than you out there to see."

For example, everyone.

He's got his own reasons to be bitter and angry about any myriad of things and he's got no reason to not express it.

"That's cute. Very high school, Crowley. I hope you two are together forever."

His leaving is the best thing that will happen to her all day, and she waves her hands in his direction in a lazy shooing motion.

"Can't keep the king from his subjects, can I?" Somehow, she manages to make 'king' sound as close enough to 'slug' as she can. "I'm sure everyone's so worried about you. You're such an important part in their lives, you know."

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