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[The video feed shows Meg standing in her apartment bedroom. There's a can of spraypaint in her hand, which she's shaking up with a clacking sound coming from the can as its mixed.

Her lips purse and she whistles a happy tune as she lifts the can to the wall and starts to spray paint a design. It's not your traditional grafitti. Instead, it's a mix of circles, lines and symbols.

Nothing like beginning your home decor with a little angel-proofing. And if her roomies aren't careful, she's going to migrate these symbols onto the living room walls, too.]

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[Oh he won't hesitate]

Does it matter what kind of blood? Does it have to be fresh?

[Because drawing that takes time and if he could have one of those at the ready, that would make his life a hell of a lot easier.]

I've only ever seen it done with fresh blood.

If you find out, tell me, alright?

[She smiles a bit and offers him the piece of paper.]

Hey, you seem alright, but I don't want it getting around that I'm a hunter. That video thing was a fluke, but I'm pretty sure you're the only one smart enough to know what you saw.

[A little smirk.]

Besides, I work alone. I don't need anyone bangin' on my door. I've gotta look out for myself.

[He nods; but he'll only keep her secret so long as he doesn't lose anything from keeping it from his boys. Hunters aren't the most trustworthy of people after all.]

I'll keep yours if you keep mine. Better be careful with that video option and what you say on public feeds. This place is freak central.

[He can count the humans he met here on one hand, and two of them are family.] Anything else you can tell me?

Fair enough.

[Meg knows this secret won't last long, but she's going to enjoy it while it does. She can't wait to see the look on their faces, too.]

That's about it. I know it's not much, but it's better than nothing. Unless there's somethin' you wanted to ask me.

[He nods]

Sounds like you know alla this from experience. How'd you come by it?

My uncle. He was a hunter and a member of the clergy.

[He probably picks up the past-tense.]

You look like you've been around the block a few times, yourself.

[Around the block, and right down in the crap factory itself. He doesn't miss the past tense at all, and something akin to sympathy makes it to his face. He thinks of all the friends he lost, and their families.

The Harvelles. Bill.

He thinks of his own boys, and how his own death affected them. They're strong and they have each other but he can see it in their faces every time they look at him.]

Yeah, but not around angels. D'you know why they came after him?

Was actually a few vamps that took him out in the end.

He met angels earlier than that. They were after some demons, but the demons were hold up in a place covered in those symbols. Cloud hoppers couldn't get in.

[She gestures at the wall.]

They needed someone else, a human, to go in and take care of the problem since they couldn't. I guess they picked him out since he was a hunter and a priest. They figured he'd play along.

[Yup, she's just sucking him right in, isn't she? Oh John, always a softie for family stories.]

[He frowns at that. He can get behind killing demons no problem, but her story is starting to sound a little odd; he survived his encounter with the angels. So do they not kill people?]

What'd they do?

[Everyone has a weakness. Even John Winchester.]

Was fine, at first. They said they were sent from heaven to save mankind. That they'd get rid of all the demons. They told my uncle he was 'chosen' and asked my uncle to trust them.

He was a priest. I mean, what else would he do? Of course he listened. So they used him. Had him go after demons here or there and clean up little messes. He thought he was doing God's work.

And then...

It just got bigger. There was a nest of demons in this apartment. My uncle couldn't deal with it. The angels decided it would be 'neater' to smite the whole goddamn building. Nevermind that there were people in there. Families. Kids.

They didn't care. That's what angels are really like. Next time they came knocking on my uncle's door, he told 'em to go to hell and got rid of 'em using those symbols. Put an end to that relationship real fast.

You can't trust 'em, no matter what they say, 'cause they're just out for their own agenda and they'll use any sucker who's stupid enough to be taken in.

[Making up shit is fun!]

[He scowls at her story. Families. Kids. Innocent civilians who didn't know any better. Sure, he had to kill some of those himself sometimes, when it was kill or be killed, but never if he had another way. And to kill them was far more merciful than to leave them to possession, he knows that first hand. The memory of that wretched cursed demon in his body still makes him want to scrub himself raw from the inside out.]

They let him go? They didn't come after him once he went out, or did he have some sorta portable version of those?

They tried talking him back, but he wouldn't have it. For awhile, it was sort of scary, since they can just show up anywhere that isn't fortified with those symbols.

In the end, I guess they decided they didn't need him. Uncle always said he thought they moved on from him and found somebody else. Someone younger and less experienced.

Even if he wasn't killing the demons and monsters they were pointing him at, he was still doing the job. Guess they figured he was more use to them alive as a hunter.

Not like he could do anything to stop them, so what did they care? They got what they wanted for awhile. He was never the same, though. I think he got lucky. They could've wasted him without a second thought if they really wanted to.

[Someone younger and less experienced. His insides churn at that. Dean is out of practice, his death...it must have hit him harder than he expected. Left an opening for that bastard to weasel through.]

Those angels...they got names?

[Meg frowns, her eyes glancing to the side in thought.]

It was a few years ago. I never saw 'em, myself. I just know what my uncle told me.

[She looks like she's thinking pretty hard about it.]

Gosh.. what was his name...

[It always annoyed him when a hunter couldn't remember something right away. Now, he's about ready to strangle the information back into her memory.]

Was it Castiel?

Castiel?

[She looked at him, a bit surprised.]

That.. yeah, I think that was it. Castiel. Yeah.

[She thinks?]

How do you know that name?

[She thinks. That's not exactly conclusive evidence considering that if memory serves all angels are '~els', but hey, he killed guys on less.]

He's here.

What?

You gotta stay away from him. Don't tell me you--.

I mean, you don't look like the kind of guy who'd just roll over and take orders from an angel.

I'm not.

[But apparently nowadays, his son is.]

I'm the kinda guy who'll make it roll over dead.

[And painfully, for going after Dean.]

Then how do you know about him?

You must've met him, right?

I've had the pleasure.

[Mind the great big puddle of sarcasm there, wouldn't want you to slip and fall.]

I want nothin' to do with him, you got that?

[Meg sure doesn't want John talking about her to Cas and Dean, though it's going to happen eventually, she's sure. It's just a matter of having a bit of fun before it does.

And they call Gabriel the trickster~.]

Yeah I got that.

[But Dean should hear her story, at least. Maybe he could bring him over, since for the first time in his life, he isn't sure if telling his son would be enough.

Things sure have changed.]

Great. Now, since I don't really want to make my apartment hunter central and let every monster know where to go lookin'... maybe you wouldn't mind being on your way.

Unless there was something else you needed to know.

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