Meg was being infuriating, and Castiel couldn't stand it a second longer. With an agitated huff, he rose from the table, not even bothering to excuse himself. He just needed to get out of Meg's presence; the woman was like a deadly toxin, and Castiel could only just barely handle her in small doses.
He strolled out onto the deck, inhaling a gulp of salty clean air, thankful for the sense of calm it brought. Meg wouldn't follow him out here. For some reason, she hated the smell of the sea and refused to set foot outside their chambers unless it was absolutely necessary. Castiel, however, loved the ocean; he smiled softly as a gentle breeze tr