Meg contemplated that, then smirked. ”Ruffle Crowley’s tail feathers? Sure thing, cupcake.”
"It would be dangerous," Cas chided. "More so than usual."
“Well, she does love her pizza man,” Dean remarked dryly.
“I don’t need that image,” Bobby groaned.
Cas looked back between them stonily. “I am not the pizza man.”
Meg grinned, and gave him a saucy wink. ”I’ll take you in or out of uniform,” she replied, and vanished.