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drop me a line, stating point of view
Meg stands in Castiel's room with her back against the door to Dean's room and her eyes closed and counts until she reaches seven hundred and forty-three.
There's something soothing about the fact that the numbers are all still in the order she's used to.
And then she sits down at Castiel's desk, and pulls a blue notebook out of her bag, and a pen engraved with her ititials that her father gave her for her birthday this year, and writes.
Dean,
I'll look in on you again in a while, if that's all right.
And in the meantime, if there's anything you want, just send me a note back, and I'll look into it, and see what I can do.
Meg
She sets the note on top of a second sheet she's torn from the notebook, that one blank, and folds both of them around a plastic ballpoint pen.
And then she slides it under the door to Dean's room, and goes back to the desk to make a list of things she needs to get from the bar.
It's starting to look like she might be here for a while.
There's something soothing about the fact that the numbers are all still in the order she's used to.
And then she sits down at Castiel's desk, and pulls a blue notebook out of her bag, and a pen engraved with her ititials that her father gave her for her birthday this year, and writes.
Dean,
I'll look in on you again in a while, if that's all right.
And in the meantime, if there's anything you want, just send me a note back, and I'll look into it, and see what I can do.
Meg
She sets the note on top of a second sheet she's torn from the notebook, that one blank, and folds both of them around a plastic ballpoint pen.
And then she slides it under the door to Dean's room, and goes back to the desk to make a list of things she needs to get from the bar.
It's starting to look like she might be here for a while.