baby i've killed a lot more for a lot less.

Hi I'm Meg, I'm a demon.

[im-kindagood]

bumble boy;

Comforted was the intended emotion. [He leaned into her touch, gazing at her, like he tended to.] That’s actually something that I wanted to talk about. You. Us. From either perspective, it shouldn’t be, and yet… [Here they were. He needed to get the words out.] He is, going off of your definition of fun. Some might think otherwise, especially if they remember the trouble as well.

Yeah, I figured it mighta been. [ How very annoyingly human it was that she shifted at his words- at that word, us- her attention piqued. Meg searched his eyes for some kinda hint that what he was about to say wasn't gonna go south real fast but... She almost didn't wanna know. What if the penny was finally about to drop? What if he was going to- ugh, barf at the teen of it all- leave her? ] Nothin' wrong with a little bit of trouble. Keeps the universe on its toes.

... What about me? You. Us.

[im-kindagood]

deano;

Hey, if any of us could turn water into wine, do you really think there would be any water left? The wine moms would kill us all. [ a small laugh and then an eye roll with a little head shake ] Stand up job, they’re doing. Do you know how many hunters are in town? Witches too; they’re probably the best hope of bringing down the damn thing. Thanks, we had cable in Purgatory. [ he smiled a ridiculous smile ] Ain’t I always?

Does Cas know you’re back?

So true. Not you though, you've always been prime cougar bait so I think they'd let you live to put on little shows, mow the lawn, top up the glasses. Might not be that bad of a life actually. I've not been taking a tally or anything but I'd bet the number gets bigger and bigger everyday. You two knuckleheads either have them singing your praises or after your head for their mantle, there's no in between. Witches are a pain in the ass but when's it ever easy. Kept up with the Kardashians, yeah? [ a small laugh of her own followed by an eye roll and, y'know, a little head shake ] You are. It's annoying as hell.

Well, I woulda sent him a text but I don’t have his number. If he has a number... I was hoping he’d sense a shift in the Force but if not, I’ll make my grand re-entrance soon.

[im-kindagood]

bumble boy;

This was far from his first time in a bar, but it was his first time in one with her and… that seemed to make all the difference. Sitting at the bar was no longer a choice that he made because it was just him- because he didn’t want to hog a table, or because Dean Winchester wanted to hit on the bartender. He sat next to her, turning his stool just slightly in her direction. She may have been going for subtle, but that wasn’t really up Castiel’s alley. He drank her in like he had in the past, wondering how it was that they had been fortunate enough to meet again.

“Not dying,” he let out a little breath that was akin to a laugh, a finger tapping against the bar as he thought on her words. They had both died on several occasions- another thing they had in common, now that he thought about it- though they had never died together. “I think I can make a deal like that.”

But he didn’t really want to make a promise like that, for far too many reasons. Of course, there was the slightest part of Castiel that didn’t think he deserved to be here. What was his purpose? What was he supposed to do? Still unsure as to who brought him back, he didn’t see the point. Up until now, he had only ever managed to screw up. He didn’t trust himself to do anything important, but… who was he, if he wasn’t trying to help? And he also was afraid. Afraid that making a promise like that would only seal his fate. That it would liken his chances of dying.

Nonetheless, he held the glass up to hers, waiting for her to do the same before he took a drink. Naturally, due to his hypersensitive senses, it tasted disgusting– save for that hint of honey that she had promised. That right there. That was the beauty of creation.

“Good.” That was all she said, all she trusted herself to say as they held their glasses up to each other and she knocked back the bittersweet taste in one. She wanted to say something like 'I'd almost forgotten how damn intense you are' as he stared at her like he could see something that not even she herself could see but that would be a lie. Meg hadn't forgotten- not even almost- anything about him. What did that mean?

All her life she had felt she had some sort of purpose, you know? A cause. In the end she had died for it and because of that, she had been able to do so grinning like a wolf, bloodstained and beaten down but at peace. For the first time in what could only be described as forever, Meg had found something- someone- to truly give herself over to. Something worthy, even if she was not. What could have been more worthy than a fallenish angel with a stupid smile and a steady heart? But they were here now, at a bar, without the clock running out on them for the first time...

Meg didn't want to think about how she'd died for him. In fact, she didn't want to think about death at all. Hadn't that been what they'd just drank to? Life. Being alive. Together. She could definitely be okay with that. No over-analysing, just being. At least for now because if there was one thing she did know it was that wherever the Winchesters and her angel went, hell surely followed. That thought hung heavy in her chest, a sudden anxious, desperate feeling because she did not want to lose him again. Not again.

A smile played over her lips as she glanced at him, gesturing to the bartender to fill her glass back up. If this was the start of something again, then she was happy there was whiskey and honey and him.

[im-kindagood]

bumble boy;

Castiel wanted to believe that they wouldn’t die over something like this, something as pathetic as witches, but nothing ever seemed to work well in their favor. He wasn’t sure what to expect, it wasn’t like they were fated to be together, but that was just another thing to add to his list of fears. They all seemed so trivial, so human, but Castiel couldn’t help but fear them anyways. Demons were supposed to be abominations, they were supposed to be warped and cruel and Castiel was supposed to hate them. This… whatever it was, was taboo, and he knew that. No one in their right mind would approve, and that terrified him more than anything. 

But that didn’t stop him from wanting to try. He couldn’t agree more, that the promise of this- the promise of something with her- it made surviving seem worth it.

“That day, in that room. Before you…” It had been short, it had been a small conversation with the hint of something else, but it was monumental to Castiel, even without the pain that had followed. Even without Meg sacrificing herself, Castiel had known she was special. It was only fair that that day counted.

“I’m actually… not entirely sure. The man approached me and asked if I wanted to play. I said no, but he insisted. He tried to guess my age and he was wrong, so he let me choose a ‘prize.’ “

At his words, she stilled. Ignoring the chaos outside that ridiculous tent, ignoring the fact that nothing ever seemed to work out for them, ignoring the impossibility of it all...Meg just acted. After all, wasn't that in her demonic nature? She wanted something; she took it. But now it was more like if she felt something she wanted to act on it. It was that want, that palpable tension that baffled her the most. How long they'd both been back here, able to see- able to touch- each other again and she still felt as if something was holding her back.

But not in that moment. Because he'd said something so right, so revealing that she no longer had to tip-toe around her own haphazardous feelings. That day, the one he was talking about, the one he remembered just as well as she did had been nothing short of grace. After being tortured by that smarmy bastard Crowley for over a year, seeing Castiel again had been more than she could have ever hoped to hope for.

Maybe part of her had known that it had been the end. She always flirted but it had been more than that then. More vulnerable. It was easy to make promises when you might not live to see them through but the sentiment alone had been enough. It had been enough. Now they could... They could have more, couldn't they? He was an angel and she was a demon but the world was always ending and so what.

The point was, the bee plush was still safely tucked in her arms as she kissed him again. This time was softer, uncharacteristically so but no less intense. “I remember.” 

Then came a bark of a laugh as she shook her head. He was adorable. “Guy didn't know what he was getting himself into.” A pause, a small smile. How easy it could have been to really forget about the rest of the world. “C'mon, let's go kick some witch ass.”

[im-kindagood]

irascibleramsay;

Annabell did not care for the fact that she had knocked over some other girl, that was unimportant. It did not matter to her whether she offended someone over what she could only assume was the new age Charlotte Mateen. What mattered was whether or not she had managed to escape from that shop owner, who would no doubt turn her in to the authorities if he caught her. “It is not my problem that thou decided to lurk in some strange, dark alleyway,” she replied, starting to pull herself up.

But this girl, there was something about her. She did not look familiar, not even in the slightest, but she was talking to Annabell like they knew each other. Or rather, like she knew who Annabell was. Where it could have been endearing, it was just irritating.

“How the hell dost thou know me? Keep in mind, I am not in the mood for games, so if thou are one of those fucking angels, I will say it again. I do not care to translate any sort of gibberish, whether in my head or on some tablet.” She was sick and tired of people knowing things about her, and this fucking place, while she was left in the dark. All she wanted were some answers.

To smirk in the face of the righteous fury of Annabell Ramsay was in no way a wise move which is why it was so very lucky for Meg that she couldn't be killed by conventional means. Then again, it wasn't so much a smirk as a smile. One that held perhaps an ounce of awe, the way it used to. When Meg had been human, she had needed an Annabell and there had been no one she looked up to more. Where Meghan had been the shrunken wallflower- shying away from confrontation, from breaking free of the mould no matter how badly she wanted to- Annabell had been rebellion embodied. No one could ever hurt her when Annabell was by her side.

Look at them now. Meg was about to explain when she caught onto that word: the A word. Brow instantly furrowing as she took a step back, scoping their surroundings as if suddenly on high alert, Meg felt her hackles rise. Her need for self-preservation battled with her pesky humanity. Sentimentality. But Annabell was angry. Confused. It was clear that she'd been messed around by forces she did not understand. Meg stood her ground.

“I'm far from an angel, sweetheart.” It sounded like she was talking about... But she couldn't be, could she? Fucking angels and tablets and hidden secrets written in gibberish- it was all a little too familiar. “I- Look, I don't want anything from you,” she raised her hands in mock surrender, fighting her own stubborn need to bite back, “And I didn't say that I knew you. … But a gal out of time with a face like yours is kinda hard to miss so unless we're throwing dopplegangers into the mix too, you're Annabell. I---,” am? Was? “Meghan.”

[wordsnquotes]

I am not sorry for who I had to become in order to survive.

Schuyler Peck (via wordsnquotes)

[im-kindagood]

a-drianalahout:

wingsxkelly:

demoncalix:

Calix listened to Adriana/Veronica whoever’s pleas with no remorse. He was keeping a secret that he wished he could tell her, just to see what her reaction would be. But she needed to think this was all going to work out according to plan so he kept quiet. It was interesting to see Kelly not caring about an innocent soul, and he wondered if that would keep her guilty for a while, and if this relationship thing would even work out. To be honest, he wasn’t rooting for it. He wondered if Jack would murder him if he tried to make a move on Kelly… Adriana wasn’t bad either, though demons tended to know what he was up to and just told him to fuck off. It was funny that she thought no one was coming to save her though, because that was exactly what was going to happen. He needed to pretend he didn’t know about it at all though, and meanwhile was trying to figure out how to break the demon trap. It had always pissed him off that something so simple could trap something so powerful, even him. “Well, let’s get this moving then,” he said, yawning and stretching. This was taking quite a while.

@wingsxkelly​

“If it fixes you I will accept that.” Kelly’s voice was dull and hollow and she tried so hard to keep her emotions contained. But she never could when it came to Adriana. Tears, warm ones, began flowing down her cheeks. She was quick to wipe them away but soon enough her eyes were red rimmed and puffy. Watching Adriana cry, even if it wasn’t the face she fell in love with, it was still her Adriana. That made her guilt worse, her chest ache horribly. She was doing something bad, something selfish. She was an angel. She should be better then that…. What would Jack think of her? Lucian? No, she was quick to wipe those thoughts away. She couldn’t let herself dwell on her sons. This was too important. “Okay, seventh.” She spoke, and the injection occurred. Time seemed to move fast to the eight one, the most important one, she memorized the incarnation in her head Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. Hanc animam redintegra, lustra Lustra, she had the blood ready that she had to fill Ade’s mouth with. “Its time for the last one.” She finally said.

@a-drianalahout

Adriana didn’t say much of anything else after the seventh injection and she let the eighth happen without any objections. She simply sat there limp, her eyes on the ground because she couldn’t bear to look at Kelly. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad- being human. Adriana still remembered what it felt like- how could she not when those memories had been used to torture her into the monster that she was now? Kelly was right, Kai could had a mother who genuinely cared for him- she could get a second chance to do things right after having to leave her little girl so early in her life. God… Adelita. What would her little girl think if she could see her now? All the things she had done? The mother who had once danced with her and taught her to cook and gave her everything she had… she was a demon. All the things she had done, all the people she had hurt… Adelita’s memory deserved better. Kai deserved better. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t face herself. She had to stop this. Adriana pulled at her restraints again and, to her surprise, they broke. It seemed that making her more human stopped the demon magic from working quite so well. What a loophole. However, when she tried to stand, her body was too weak and she dropped to the floor, still contained in the Devil’s Trap. Her eyes lifted to look up at Kelly, her hand filled with blood. All she had to do was say the incantation and put that blood in her mouth and it would all be over. “Kelly… Please…”

@im-kindagood

The things she did... It was a good thing that Meg wasn't stupid enough to expect any gratitude from the single most ungrateful (even for a demon) person she'd ever had the misfortune of knowing. Either way, if Adriana was going to go human, it shouldn't have been with human blood being forced down her throat. If that evil bitch wanted to make gooey human heart eyes at her angel, then whatever but being kidnapped by said angel? Well, it skipped a few steps. She might not have the physically broken and twisted soul of a demon after but Meg was pretty sure the memories of tortuous days past would still linger. Besides... Like she'd told Rowena, who didn't want to be owed a favour by their quote-unquote pain in the ass?

Okay so she was definitely glossing over the fact that she'd tracked Adriana down, sought out a very powerful witch, painted up her pretty meatsuit bloody and was gifted an angel blade from her own angel- all to rescue her. Or whatever. The details were annoying. Either way, she'd managed to make her grand and totally badass entrance only to hesitate. What? It wasn't exactly your regular Christmas card scene. The crying, the pleading. She'd never seen this happen before. Heard about it maybe but witnessed it in the borrowed flesh? Not so much.

“Am I interrupting something? I'm sorry, it's just Adriana forgot to leave a note and well, she hasn't update her Snap story in forever so---,” she canted her head- she recognised the redhead angel, the one who'd known Castiel and told her that she'd loved Adriana as a human (Kelly, that was her name). But there'd be time for catch up later, “Adiós.” She'd lifted her shirt high enough that the angel-ousting sigil Rowena had drawn for her, on her was on display in all its bloody glory before pressing her palm to it. The whole dramatic light thing was a little much but who was more extra than heaven's own? Now, with Kelly gone, her eyes narrowed towards Adriana and her demonic babysitter, her grip tightening on the angel blade as she made her move forward.

@demoncalix

[dykeswithbikes-blog]

[im-kindagood]

drakevonsnake:

Wait, they took it off Netflix? Are you kidding me? I mean, I was on my fifth rewatch, but still. Let me just catch you up here. Okay, so Kim’s marriage to Kris was transparent and just plain wrong from the start. I mean, everyone could see that, especially Khloe, but did Kim listen? Hell no! But then came the holy-saving-grace that was 2013. The Kim we knew and loved finally returned to us. God bless E! Entertainment!

Does this look like the face of someone who's kidding you about not seeing Kanye tell Kim he'd take her to Tokyo because she said she'd never been? I don't think so. Oh to be you. ... I knew it. Come on, as if Kim was ever going to listen to Khloe. She had to go through it before coming to her senses. She might as well have been straight up dead inside the way she was acting post-wedding. Kris was an asshole. Mhm, god bless. Hallelujah, etcetra.

[im-kindagood]

celestixlgrace:

I’m afraid I don’t have any “wink-wink nudge-nudge” personal reasons with Balthazar, though- I’m sure you could get me out of the coat. [At least for a moment, sure.] No, we tended to follow the rules. Though, when Balthazar left, he left with a bang- so to speak. We got into a bit of trouble here on earth. [Though their trouble here was less fun and more…. trouble.]

I don't know whether to be comforted or disappointed. [ She worked to fight off a smile as her fingertips brushed his cheek. ] I bet you say that to all the demons. A regular boy scout, huh? I mean sure, I'll believe it but you haven't really heard yourself say 'abomination'- very dirty. He definitely sounds like a fun feathery friend to have. Mm, definitely trouble. I remember the trouble. 

[im-kindagood]

heavenly-hannah:

I-… No? What are you saying? Netflix? Kardashians? Why are you keeping up with them? Answer me, demon. Are you going to hurt them?

Please, as if they need help with the whole ‘torture’ thing. Clearly you’ve never seen Kim when the waterworks kick in... Dogs start barking. [ raises her eyebrows ] Chill out, Criss Angel. It’s a TV show. You know, reality-ish. C’mon, you have to atleast have cable in heaven, otherwise what is the point.

[im-kindagood]

Castiel: I am certain you are wrong.

Castiel: Nobody has ever called me cute before. Did you mean that in a pizza man way, or in a little kid/dog way?

Castiel: Kinda 👀 👀 👀

Castiel: It's very domestic, which is good. She needs domestic.

Castiel: (that means you're laughing, right?)

Meg: You wanna fight about it?😏

Meg: You've been around for how long, and no one's called you cute???? Now that's just #Rude

Meg: In a pizza man way 😘😘💋

Meg: OK, a lot 👀 👀 👀

Meg: Well, I'm glad that everything's working out Castiel. Might as well make the most of being stuck here with your fan faves

Meg: Yes, that means I'm laughing. See, ur totally getting it. I'm proud x

[im-kindagood]

steele-yourself:

I kind of get what you’re saying, but I wish you’d used a different example than the Kardashians. Hell, even Project Runway is better than that shit. This why you have to binge-watch, you know? Get through the whole show in like, a week tops, and then [shrug] it doesn’t matter if they take it off.

Project Runaway, really? That’s where you’re at? Please, put it beside America’s Next Top model and no one gives a damn about who designed what, we all just wanna see them get bitched out by Tyra. Right. I made my mistakes but I am not down to live with the consequences. For all I know one or all of them could be burning in Hell right now and I’m not even around to get an autograph.

[im-kindagood]

andreabishxp:

“Grumpy, for sure. But he’s pretty hilarious sometimes. He’s also a genius, I wish I had half the brain power he did,” she laughed a bit. “I will do absolutely anything to watch that series again. The second you find that petition, please let me know!” 

“Grumpy and hilarious, I see you got a type. I’d put the genius thing in as optional though since most of this town doesn’t have much of a brain cell between itself.” Ugh, she was perky. “Sure thing, sunshine. You’ll be on my speed dial.”

[im-kindagood]

crowley: *exists*

meg:

[im-kindagood]

diego-on-fire:

“I do.” He insisted. But he saw her point. There was a whole culture around erotic novels–was it Anne Rice’s doing? He blamed her for this. She never should have strayed from sensational vampire thrillers, but had she listened to him? No–and there was no escaping that. “Yeah yeah, Twilight is a phenomenon that will never go away. Despite how cheesy and romanticized the vampires are.” He sighed a little, trying to seem more like someone disinterested in teen novels than someone frustrated with the poor representation of supernatural creatures in YA lit. “If I knew anyone in town, I might be able to ask for suggestions. Got any favorites?”

"Well goodie for you." It was hard not to roll her eyes but she was working on the whole...pleasantries thing. At least she hadn't stabbed anyone in a while. Not anyone who didn't deserve it anyways and that made her a certified 'good guy' if she was going by the Winchester standard. Her eyes narrowed slightly as he sighed, how old was he? Was he a sparkly vampire? If she cut him, would he bleed? "Forget Twilight, if you want vampires then you want True Blood. Like I said, sex sells and for some reason teaming that with real Southern accents just gets everyone's motors going. You could gift them on to someone special. Mm... If you knew anyone in town... Favourite whats? Erotic novels? Aren't you at least supposed to ask a girl to dinner first?" She clicked her tongue, shaking her head before adding, "I guess your manners were tied to the century."

[im-kindagood]

littlest-winchester:

“what’s google?” she asked, completely confused by almost everything the woman was saying. she shook her head. “i don’t know what netflix is. i don’t think i’ve even been on the internet,” she admitted. 

“are you serious? i mean, i know i’ve been dead a while but even that’s not an excuse so i hope you hit your head recently or something. plucked out of the wrong century? don’t worry, you’re not alone,” she nodded, albeit a little sarcastically (even if it was kinda true). this town was so fucked up. “that’s probably for the best, kid. it’s one rabbit hole you never can crawl back out of.”