Meg is bored. While she appreciates being trapped in this place for the mere fact it's keeping her alive, she really can't help but wish whoever or whatever brought them here would provide better entertainment. Because really, if the boredom got much worse she might just ram an angel blade into her own body instead - save Crowley the bother.

Boredom leads to exploration and exploration leads to finding what the hell is that?! Well, there's an instant cure for boredom. Stumbling across an oversized lizard that's been at the steroids. Sure beats cheesy romance novels, that's for sure.

An experiment gone wrong? Or ware archangels and superheroes no longer enough to keep whoever is in charge entertained any more?

"Well look at you, handsome. You lost?"