Four days since her run in with Crowley and Meg's injuries are healing quite nicely. There's still a rather big bruise on her ego though as getting so truly and thoroughly whipped by Crowley in the first place. Good job she has her own personal guardian angel on tap.

At Dean's annoying stomping she makes her way to his room, opens the door and throws a packet of potato chips at his head none too gently. What is he? Six. Poor potato chips, what did they ever do to her? Still, the bag is mostly air, it'll cushion the blow. "Don't say I never do anything for you."