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.