Dean and Sam walked away from the grave.
“What I did was for Cas, too” Meg called them back. Dean turned around and headed back to her.
“You killed him” he trembled and he pointed an accusing finger at Meg. “Now you’re going to tell me you did that for him? That’s bull crap!”
“He was begging me to stop his pain. He was so afraid of Lucifer returning to him. I had to help him” Meg appealed. She wasn’t sure why it was so important that Dean understood. She only knew it would be important to Cas.
“Cas was going to fight back and I was going to support him. You didn’t even give him a chance. You just wrote him off. Guess he wasn’t so attractive anymore with all his scars” Dean replied hostile. “I could’ve saved him. But you kept me away from him”
“He didn’t want you anywhere near him. He was terrified of you. More than Lucifer terrified him, because he trusted you” Meg yelled in defense.
“Why would he be scared of me? I’m not the one who terrorized him” Dean shouted back. People started staring at them, but Dean ignored them. “You knew something was off about him, but you kept it a secret. If your boyfriend hands you a list of people he’s going to murder, you call the police, or in this case, us. But you don’t go all Bonnie and Clyde with him. If there’s anyone to blame for this, it’s you” He looked at the grave. “What I said to those morons, applies for you, too. If I ever see you here, you’re dead”