Song Remains the Same

Chapter 98: Prophet Margins

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans."
- Allen Saunders

A Few Minutes Ago...

Dean and Alex exited together to go find Cas, leaving just Meg and Sam in the dim hospital room alone.

Sam silently knelt down and began to pick up the three broken pieces of the stone tablet that Castiel had dropped and broken into pieces. He ignored Meg's presence completely.

The demon stood over him, arms crossed. "So what are you guys caught up in now, hm?" she asked, voice smooth and dark as usual. Sam said nothing, and Meg's face tightened faintly. "I deserve to know, Sam." He pointedly said nothing. An impatient little expression twitched on Meg's face. "Silent treatment," she observed thinly. "'Kay, great, thanks for that." When he silently put the last piece of stone into the backpack, Meg heaved an inconvenienced sigh and walked to the door. She paused there and got an idea then began to smile. "Gosh," she said in a tone dripping with false sweetness. "I wonder what your brother and sister would think about what the two of us did without clothes on back in the day, don't you?"

That got his attention. Sam looked up at her with a traumatized expression on his handsome young face. Meg's smirk grew, she wiggled her eyebrows at him, then began to walk down the hallway knowing the hunter would take the bait and indulge her in a conversation. Sure enough, his hurried footsteps chased her.

"Wait, Meg! Where are you going?" he demanded as she turned around to smirk at him haughtily. He looked extremely embarrassed. "You are not gonna tell anyone about that," he insisted with a threatening point of his finger at her. "I was soulless at the time. I would have probably screwed anything that moved."

"Gosh, how sweet Sammy," Meg deadpanned sarcastically, then sighed lengthily. "Don't worry, I'm not spilling the beans to your precious little siblings about our little tryst, kay?"

Sam looked at her mistrustfully, his eyes narrowing. "...Why not? What's your angle?"

"Goes a little something like regret, Moose Man," she said airily, and surprised confusion filtered across his face in response. Meg smiled, a note of reminiscence in her eyes and voice. "I mean, obviously our little naked workout sesh was nice and all and now I know for real you're a loaded gun downtown, Sammy, but... wasn't right of me to do that to your sweet, tight little soulless ass, was it?" She smiled at him coyly.

He looked extremely suspicious. "What, so now you're suddenly Miss Morals and Values?"

"If I have to be," she returned leisurely. At the abrupt laugh and scoff he gave to her response, Meg's eyebrows rose slowly. "What, demons can't grow and change?"

Sam looked like he'd sooner believe pigs could fly. "Don't make me laugh."

"Why not?" Meg teased, sauntering a step closer. "I like your dimples." She grinned at him and enjoyed the obvious irritation. Her nose wrinkled up like she thought something was really cute. "They're so damn kissable!"

Sam set his mouth in a thin, unamused line. And then, a soft, muffled sound somewhere behind him cut the moment off. Sam turned around, going into hunter-mode immediately—he was already hurrying back to the hospital room where the noise seemed to have come from, Meg close behind him. The room was exactly how they left it... except the backpack Sam had left behind with the stone tablet? Gone.

"...What the hell?" Sam breathed. Outside, a shadowy, short figure abruptly hurried by the window, clutching a bag. The bag. Sam's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as panic set in. "Hey—hey hey hey, someone's got the thingy!" he exclaimed, then took off, Meg behind him.