Meg's going through things too, Dean. Things that have her torn between wanting to dance naked through a field of flowers, bunnies and unicorns or stabbing herself repeatedly in the face with an angel blade.
She accepts the bottle and the glasses and steps back to let him into her room. She does give the bottle a dubious look. "You sure it's not laced?" And despite her reputation for snark it's not a jab at Ellen but an actual concern for her own safety. That holy water really, really hurt.
Setting the glasses and bottle down on the desk she nods at the bed for Dean to make himself at home.
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Meg's going through things too, Dean. Things that have her torn between wanting to dance naked through a field of flowers, bunnies and unicorns or stabbing herself repeatedly in the face with an angel blade.
She accepts the bottle and the glasses and steps back to let him into her room. She does give the bottle a dubious look. "You sure it's not laced?" And despite her reputation for snark it's not a jab at Ellen but an actual concern for her own safety. That holy water really, really hurt.
Setting the glasses and bottle down on the desk she nods at the bed for Dean to make himself at home.