Learning how to Pray with Castiel
do you ever think about how fucking lonely Meg must have felt while she died
she’s beaten to a bloody pulp by the man she swore to herself she would bring down
and she’s so weak, and she wants to kill this fucker but deep down she knows it’s over. But she sees that the Winchesters can get away, and she knows that they’re her one shot to take Crowley down once and for all
so she stabs the fucker, even to distract him, and she watches as the Winchesters drive away without a second thought, and god that must have hurt just a bit, because a tiny piece of her thought that she was on their side now
and she’s dying and no one’s in that parking lot, just the King dropping her away like she was nothing but a pest
and maybe a little part of her hopes that she could see Cas just one last time, that one being that treated her with genuine affection and tenderness, but he’s gone and she doesn’t know where
she thinks about Azazel, all the shit she put herself through for him, she thinks about Lucifer, all the love and adoration she felt for him. she thinks about how high she rose, how hard she fell.
and she dies on the pavement, defiant to the end, but lonely and friendless all the same.
Eventually, everyone grows up.