The Park, Wednesday morning

[manning_09er]

As tired as she'd been yesterday, Meg didn't sleep well last night. When it started to get lighter in her bedroom, she finally got up, threw on her sweat suit, and headed out.

She walked through the park at a brisk pace, even managing to jog lightly here and there when she felt she could. She was thankful to be alone because she wasn't in a good

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[dark_innocence]

"What do you think you're doing?" Lana asked when she saw her.

[manning_09er]

"Hey, Lana," Meg said instead, just as she threw her knife again.

[dark_innocence]

"I'm not sure that's the smartest thing to be doing just now," Lana said with a little smile.

[manning_09er]

Meg shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

[dark_innocence]

"I'm sure we could find a better way for you to work off - whatever it is," Lana said, "instead of one that's going to have Dean and Sam trying to wrap you up in bubble wrap."

[manning_09er]

"Pfft. I haven't seen Dean since his birthday and I don't think he's exactly jumping at the chance to see me either," she commented, retrieving her knife from the tree.

Um. Meg was in a mood.

[dark_innocence]

"You didn't see him at the wedding?" Lana asked.

[manning_09er]

"I saw him, but that was the extent of it," she told her, and made a small sound when she threw her knife again.

[dark_innocence]

"You want to come back to the cottage, keep me company for a while?" Lana suggested.

[manning_09er]

Meg placed a hand on her hip, looked at Lana. "Just so I will quit throwing my knife?"

[dark_innocence]

"You are making me a little nervous," Lana admitted. "but if it was just that I'm sure I could come up with another way to get you to stop."

She shrugged. "You're my friend, I haven't seen you in forever, and I miss you."

[manning_09er]

"I'm fat, ugly, and I want a beer so bad, Lana. I haven't been out much," she said, shifting from one foot to the next. "I'm totally aggravated and I don't know how to make it go away."

[dark_innocence]

"You're having a baby, you're beautiful, and maybe we can find you something vaguely beer-like that still is non-alcoholic," Lana said gently. "And maybe if you talk to someone you might feel less aggravated?"

[manning_09er]

Meg kicked a stone. "Everyone thinks pregnant women are beautiful. Even me. But I have to go to the bathroom all time, I'm exhausting Sam I think, and Dean makes me think he hates me." She totally did not pout. "Something beer-like sounds gross."

She kicked another stone.

"But... maybe I could hang with you for a little while."

[dark_innocence]

"Virgin margaritas?" Lana suggested with a smile. "And I'd love it if you came to hang with me."

[manning_09er]

She sighed super dramatically knowing she didn't look or sound like a very mature pregnant woman.

"I'm... sweaty."