my fanfic parts 1,2,3 of 5
Author’s note: So this is set in an alternate universe things are mostly the same, just with a different ending. I guess that makes it an AU. it is also kinda ooc… *shrug*
They stood with their back to each other, the Winchester boys, surrounded by a circle of demons. All of the eyes were completely black, except for one red pair. The lower level grunts didn’t move, they waited for their king’s command like the good little soldiers they were.
With only two weapons between them, an angel blade and the demon knife from ruby, there was no way the boys were going to defeat the 10 demons that surrounded them. Well technically they would only have to defeat nine, as if the king of hell would bother to get his hands dirty fighting fair.
There was no sign of fear in Dean’s eyes as he made eye contact with the black-eyed sons of bitches he could see.
“So, you are just going to lay down and be his little bitch?” he asked a particularly stubborn looking one. He ignored the question. Dean was ok with that; he was just buying a little time until back up decided to show.
‘Come on, Cas’ he thought as the demons began to close in. He readied his blade and felt Sam do the same. Dean would be damned if they were going don without a fight.
The sound of wings and a slight rush of air signaled the arrival of back up. Castiel stood there with an angel blade of his own. Crowley didn’t seem alarmed when Castiel appeared behind him. What caught he and the Winchesters by surprise was Meg, the demon, stepping around Cas clearly ready to fight on the side of the good guys. Meg cast a glance at Castiel, one he didn’t seem to notice.
“Let them go, Crowley,” Castiel said, his voice gruff. “let the Sam and Dean go and we wont hurt you.”
“As if you two, a rebel of heaven, a rebel of hell, and the brothers grim could hurt ME, the king of hell?”
“Did you wanna test that?” Sam asked, his voice ringing with a confidence he didn’t feel.
Crowley just smiled. “Get ‘em, boys,” then he disappeared leaving his grunts to do the job.
The first few seconds were like a stand off then everything went to shit. Two demons rushed each of them, except Cas, he got three.
Cas took out the first one that reached him easily. He dodged a fist then stabbed him in the chest with his angel blade, which coincidently worked on demons too. Light flickered under his skin for a moment then his eyes went from demon black to lifeless dull brown as the demon died along with the vessel. Castiel felt bad for the mortal that had died too, but he didn’t have time to reflect before the other two demons were on him. His blade was knocked out of his hand. They backed him against the wall. He looked at them for a moment. They sauntered towards him , their black eyes gleaming with amusement. They thought they had beaten him. It was better that way; that would make it easier to catch them off guard. Then he rushed them, placing a hand on each demons head. They were immobilized immediately. He called on his heavenly powers and smote both demons where they stood.
He looked around. Sam, Dean, and Meg had all taken out one of their demons. They boys were easily handling their other two, but when he looked to Meg he saw she was on the ground. This oaf of a man was straddling her. His shoulders were broad and he was all muscle. There were veins popping out on his arms. His meaty paws were around Meg’s neck, clearly trying to strangle her. Castiel didn’t understand why she didn’t just abandon her host.
She looked his way, her eyes screaming for help. A rage he hadn’t felt before twisted in his gut. Without hesitation he picked his blade up off the ground. In only a matter of steps he was within striking distance. Quick and ruthless Castiel stabbed the demon in the back, severing his spine, not even giving him the chance to defend himself. The demon collapsed on top of Meg. She shoved him off of her and tried to catch her breath. Cas offered her a hand. For a moment she just looked at it not sure what to do, then she got up on her own still breathing heavily.
Cas checked one more time to make sure Sam and Dean weren’t hurt too badly. He looked at Meg one last time as if he was trying to figure her out then left without saying a word. He smiled to himself when he heard dean mumbling about “frickin’ angels,”.
Meg stood over the sink in her hotel room (she didn’t do motels) looking at the bruises covering her neck. She would heal faster than a human would, but until then that disgusting demon’s handprints would remain on her skin. She could have left her host and saved herself the hassle, but she had grown strangely fond of this meat suit, and it of the angel that had saved her. There was a quiet sound of wings and a gentle rush of air that raised goose bumps all down her arms.
“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”
“Meg, you know that my name is Castiel, not Lucifer”
“Don’t let it rustle your feathers, Clarence, it’s just an expression.”
Cas shook his head; his name wasn’t’ Clarence either, but he let it go.
“What are you doing here, Cas?” Meg asked sounding a bit impatient with the angel.
“I just wanted to make sure you were really alright.”
“Yeah, Cas, I’m fine,” she said and turned away from him. He reached out and grabbed her hand and gently pulled making her face him again.
“You know, I can heal those for you.” He brushed his knuckles lightly along her neck and invaded her personal space.
She looked up at him as if she was going to protest, but she saw something in his eyes that gave her pause.
When Castiel realized he was staring at those soft luscious lips, he quickly looked away. He should be ashamed. He was an angel of the lord and he shouldn’t be having thoughts like this, much less about a demon. He let go of her hand and was just thinking about leaving when she touched his cheek.
When he looked back, her eyes had gone black. She was showing him what she truly was, giving him the chance to stop if he wanted to, he didn’t.
Slowly he leaned down and kissed her tentatively, but she was having none of that. She deepened this kiss letting her passion bubble to the surface. Demons had no problem letting their sinful nature take over.
Cas seemed a little reluctant, but only for a moment. He picked meg up easily and set her on the counter by the sink. She pushed his trench coat off his shoulders and he let it fall to the ground. Then she pulled off his tie and tossed it aside. Her fingers easily began undoing the buttons on her shirt as Castiel fumbled with his own. Meg had her shirt off now and Cas had his open. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. For a moment she looked confused as she hopped down from the counter.
“Meg, I thought…” He stopped mid sentence when her hands went to unfasten her pants. She pulled them and her black lacey panties down and stepped out. She quickly got her matching bra off and stood there in front of her angel completely naked.
She walked towards the bed, but before she got there Castiel grabbed her from behind, his hands gently roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, her nipples hardening in his hands.
She turned in his arms, her hands working to unbutton his pants. She pushed them down past his hips.
He pushed her onto the bed then took his pants off all the way and climbed on top of her. He kissed her again as he positioned himself. He trust into her, deep and hard. She gasped.
He stopped. “Meg, are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine, Castiel,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Please.”
So he moved again, slowly at first. In and out. He had never gone this far with a woman before, but he knew his vessel, Jimmy Novak, had, so he just did what felt good. Meg seemed to be enjoying it too if the noises she was making were any indication.
“Faster,” she moaned, “harder.”
Castiel obliged. He could feel her muscles clenching around him as her orgasm came closer. When she came, she gripped his shoulders so tight her nails dug into his skin and drew blood. The pain was nothing compared to the sheer pleasure that hit when his orgasm came. He thrust into her a few more times and then pulled out and lay beside her. They were both trying to catch their breath. Cas pulled meg closer to him and was content to just lay there with her in his arms.
When Meg had finally gone to sleep, it was about 10 a.m., Castiel got up and dressed himself once again. Regret weighed heavily on his heart. Even though they had been doing this for months now, he still couldn’t help feeling guilty. He heard Samandriel’s words in his head. “Too much heart, that was always Castiel’s problem.” Castiel knew that other angels had done things, terrible things, without feeling any remorse, but he couldn’t do that. He cared too much and he knew it.
He looked at Meg one more time. Her naked body was covered by the hotel blankets but he could easily imagine all that was underneath. There was something about her, a goodness beneath the tough exterior, despite what she was. He didn’t know why she was like th…
Dean’s voice invaded his mind, taking his train of thought with it.
“Cas, wherever you are, I need you to get your feathered ass down here.”
He shook his head. Dean thought he had an angel at his beck and call. But it seemed like he thought that Cas lived only to serve him. What Dean didn’t know would probably kill him, or worse, get Cas killed.
Even though Castiel knew he was working with Crowley for all the right reasons, Dean wouldn’t understand.
Cas sighed and Meg mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep. Cas quietly whisked himself away quietly as not to wake her.
“You called?” Castiel asked appearing behind dean and making him jump. That always amused Cas.
“Damn it, Cas,” Dean looked up at him a little flustered. “A little warning would be nice.”
“Dean, I always come when you call me. Why wouldn’t you expect me to show up?” Castiel would never understand human logic. “What do you want, Dean?” Cas asked sounding harsher than he intended. He was still feeling guilty about what he and Meg were doing and about what he was planning with Crowley.
“Dean, I…” Cas began his apology, but he stopped when Dean held out a drink to him.
“Cas, what’s been up with you lately? “
“You have been acting different, strange-er than before. Cas, I just need to know that you are okay.”
Castiel put his drink down and didn’t respond. As an angel, he knew he shouldn’t lie, so he hesitated.
“Damn it, Cas!” Dean said sounding frustrated and a little worried.
“Dean, I’m alright,” Cas said as he made eye contact with Dean for the first time since he arrived; that was when he saw the real reason he had been called.
Dean’s green eyes were smoldering and his pupils were dilated as he looked at Castiel. Dean set his drink down and stepped forward.
Cas attempted to take a step back, but the motel bed was right behind him. He ended up sitting down heavily, the bed creaking lightly beneath his weight.
Dean got on his knees in front of Cas, essentially between his legs. And placed his hands on Castiel’s face. He leaned in, his lips gently caressing Cas’ for only a second. Dean’s hands moved to the button on Castiel’s dress pants as he kissed at Cas’ neck. He got the button undone and was about to undo the zipper when Cas quickly stood up, almost knocking Dean over.
“Come on, Cas, it’s not like we haven’t done this before.” Dean tried to kiss him again.
“I know,” oh how he knew, but lately things really had been different. “But, Dean…” He struggled to find the right words. “I have to go,” and he left not giving Dean a chance to say anything else. He had to go see Crowley anyway.
Cas made a pit stop in an empty public bathroom. He fixed his clothes and his hair before he appeared in front of Crowley.
“Crowley, have you made any progress locating Eve?”
A few hours later, Meg woke up in bed alone. Again. She was no longer surprised by her empty room and her empty bed. It was just one of the perks that came with being a demon in a relationship with an angel. Oh plenty of angels had fucked humans, and even demons, for information (not that they would ever admit to it), but Castiel wasn’t just any other angel. He had a conscience. He had a heart that felt strongly.
Meg stretched her aching body and sat up not bothering to hide her nakedness. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, pausing when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled and looked like a tangled mess. She had little red marks, some faded some fresh, littering her pale skin. She smiled. For an angel, Cas sure had a wicked mouth.
She chuckled quietly then walked into the bathroom and closed the door so she could take a shower.
After his chat with Crowley, Castiel went back to see Meg. When he showed up, her room was empty, but the bathroom door was closed, the shower was running, and he could hear a soft humming. It was safe to assume that Meg was in the shower. For a second, Castiel thought about taking his clothes off and joining her, but then he thought better of it.
When he left Dean, he had a little time to think. ‘Why had he run away like that?’ He and Dean had been intimate many times before, but not since “the pizza man”.
Cas knew why he left. The answer was in the shower. He had left because of Meg. He left because no matter how much he wanted their relationship to just be about sex, it wasn’t. He was slowly realizing how special Meg actually was to him.
This time there wasn’t going to be any hurried sex. There was going to be wooing (what ever that was; the humans seemed to think it was good thing) and romance. He was going to show her exactly what she meant to him.
He quickly ordered room service via phone and hoped it would arrive before she got out of the shower.
Cas thought about how lucky he was that Meg took really long showers. (It was just one of the few things he had noticed in the last few months.) It usually took her about an hour because she liked to just stand under the spray and relax.
After he had called room service he went to the nearest mall, luckily, being an angel, he didn’t have to walk or drive he could just think about where he wanted to go and poof! He would be there.
The first place he went was a store called “Victoria’s Secret” the name didn’t make any sense to him. If it was such a secret, why advertise it? He shrugged and went in anyway. He was a little embarrassed at first to be surrounded by all that female clothing, but he looked around and saw plenty of guys there.
He let out a breath and began to look around. He soon realized he had no idea where to start or what size Meg wore and ended up having to get help from a lady that worked there.
It was strange trying to describe what he was looking for and what size Meg was to this woman he didn’t know, but Tiffany was very professional and soon he found what he was looking for.
He ended up buying a “merry widow”, as Tiffany described it, in a light purple color with black lace. He also got the matching panties. All of that took about 30 minutes, leaving him plenty of time to get her dress and get back to the hotel.
Shopping for the dress wasn’t nearly as much fun, but he still enjoyed himself. The dress he settled on was just a plain black dress with satin criss-crossing to make up the bodice and the bottom was black chiffon. It wasn’t too tight and it wasn’t too short and Cas knew that it would look perfect on Meg.
When he got back to the room, there was a knock on the door signaling the arrival of dinner. He quickly set everything up and then waited for Meg to get out of the shower.
Meg turned off the water and grabbed a towel, oblivious to what was happening outside the bathroom door; until she heard something. Her eyes flicked to black. She opened the door and cautiously stepped out into the room, a delicious aroma wafting through the room.
“Wha…”She paused when Castiel appeared in front of her. “Castiel, what are you doing?”
“Just put these on,” he replied holding a hanger and a pink bag out to her.
She started to argue, but he insisted. She shook her head and took the clothes going back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Castiel was sitting in the bed thinking about how good his timing had been when Meg stepped out of the bathroom. He had been right about the dress. Standing there with no makeup, bare feet, and her hair still wet, Meg was the most beautiful woman Cas had ever seen. His heart did an odd little flip flop.
“Haven’t you seen a girl in a dress before?” she asked, embarrassment evident on her face as he continued to stare.
“Meg, you… uh…” he cleared his throat. “You look nice… Here, come sit down,” he said and pulled out her chair at the little hotel table. She smiled and took her seat.
“Tank you, Clarence,” she said as she looked at the plate in front of her. Although the food smelled delicious, she wasn’t really hungry, her stomach had been cramping recently. Meg didn’t really have the heart to tell him that though.
She took a few small bites then just kind of pushed her food around on her plate as Castiel attempted to make small talk. It was amusing.
He asked about her sleep, and if she had dreams. He made a comment about the weather. She smiled.
“Cas, this is nice and all, but why do all this?” She was a demon; no one was this nice to her. Ever.
“Oh… I… Um…” Cas stumbled over his words as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted. He couldn’t get it out so he stood up from the table and walked to the window. He peaked out the curtain and a tiny sliver of evening sunlight streamed in. he let the curtain fall back into place.
He turned around and Meg was there in front of him. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
Her smile was slight, but it was still there and it gave Castiel the confidence he needed.
“Meg, I did this for you because I want you to know that what we have, what we’re doing, isn’t just about sex. I care about you, and I need you to understand how special you are to me.”
Despite his words saying that it wasn’t going to be all about sex, he couldn’t help being aroused knowing what was underneath that dress.
He leaned in and kissed her softy. She didn’t hesitate even for a second as she kissed him back. He felt her smile against his lips.
“Cas, I thought you said this wasn’t just about sex?” she asked in between kisses.
Castiel sighed. “It wont be.”
He would never know how much Meg appreciated him. She tried to stop smiling, but couldn’t make her mouth listen as Castiel held her in his arms.
“Meg,” Cas began after a few minutes of just holding her.
“Hmm?” She responded her face buried in his chest.
“Meg, if you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would you go?”
She thought about it for a moment then turned her head and responded.
“There is an ancient ruined city in Syria called Palmyra.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, it just looks like a beautiful place to go”
Castiel nodded. There was something beautiful about a place that used to be teaming with life but ended up forgotten anyway.
She did and felt the ground shift beneath her feet. The gentle rustle of wings filled her ears, and when she opened her eyes they were surrounded by the ruins of an ancient city.
Meg was worried. It had been over a month since her meat suit had its last period. She remembered from her time as a human what that had to mean, but it was impossible. Wasn’t it?
The only “person” she had been having sex with for months wasn’t actually person, so there was no way that she was actually pregnant. For some reason her body was playing tricks on her.
Since she didn’t have a computer of her own, Meg went to the local library to do some research. She sat down, pushed the power button, and waited for the screen to come on.
‘You know there isn’t a reason for me to be doing this. It’s stupid and impossible,’ she thought to herself but didn’t get up to leave.
When the computer booted up she opened the web browser and went straight to Google and typed “early signs of pregnancy” into the search bar. She clicked on the third link down and it took her to WebMD.
“Shit,” she mumbled as she looked at the symptoms:
She had almost everything on the list. She was freaking out yet, it said you had to take a test to be sure. She closed the web page, logged off, and got up to leave. She walked quickly to the convenient store and got three different tests and a huge bottle of water.
On the walk home to the apartment Castiel was renting for her (so she didn’t have to keep living in hotels) she drank the whole bottle of water and by the time she opened the door she really had to pee. (She checked off another item on her mental checklist of symptoms.) she went to the bathroom, peed on the stupid sticks and waited.
Three positives stared back at her. Now what the hell was she going to do? Never in the history of ever had this happened.
She sat for a minute just taking it all in, wrapping her mind around it. She was trying to figure out what to do? Should she get rid of it? At that she felt the consciousness of her host detest the idea.
When demons posses someone the host gets oppressed and pushed aside. Sometimes they would try and fight for control, but over time they would get weaker and weaker until they were all but gone. So the fact that Meg even felt that much from her host’s consciousness was a testament to how strongly her meat suit’s original host detested the mere thought of an abortion.
“Yeah, I don’t like it either,” she said aloud. No matter how much she didn’t like it, she had to consider it as a possibility.
No matter what she decided, to keep it or get rid of it, she would have to tell Cas. She was afraid of how he would react.
Meg rode the bus to the mall. The bumpy ride and the disgusting smell of too many people in tight quarters made her stomach heave, its contents almost coming up.
When the bus driver announced her stop she was more than happy to get away from the creepy old man that sat beside her. She practically ran off the bus and into the mall. The cool air inside raised goose bumps on her arms as she stepped through the sliding glass doors.
Although there were more people here than on the bus, no one paid her any mind; and she liked it that way.
Regrettably she didn’t have time to people watch or aimlessly explore. She wanted to see Castiel before it was too late and she grew tired. Her energy seemed to be running low lately.
She went to Victoria’s Secret where she was greeted by a nice looking young woman named Tiffany, “Hi, can I help you find anything special today?”
“Oh, umm…” Meg looked at her name tag, “No thank you, Tiffany.” She knew exactly what she wanted.
“Hey, angel boy,” Castiel heard Meg’s voice in his head. “I have a special surprise for you if you hurry.” Cas smiled. He knew that could only mean one thing.
Castiel look around at the people near him in the park. When he saw that no one was looking he decided it would be safe to leave. He took himself to Meg’s apartment and in the blink of an eye she was standing in front of him.
Castiel cocked his head to the side, confused by her choice of clothing.
“Meg, why are you dressed like that? You know angels don’t look like that.” She had on a white satin dress about mid thigh length, with lace around the breasts and shoulders as well as around the hem, a fake feathery white halo attached to a headband and some small white wings.
“ It’s called irony, Clarence.” Meg just smiled at his confusion. He still hadn’t made a move to kiss her yet, so she took a step towards him, their bodies almost touching.
Castiel’s thoughts were no longer on her outfit, but on her lips and on the rise and fall of her chest that would momentarily bring their bodies closer together. Meg stood on her tiptoes slowly leaning in for a kiss. Then she paused her lips slightly parted.
“If you want it, take it,” that was all the invitation Cas needed. His lips were on hers before she had a chance to say anything else.
The kiss was forceful as Meg opened her mouth to his exploring tongue. Meg ran her hands through his hair and grabbed a handful to pull. Castiel growled and pulled away.
“Take those annoying things off.” He all but commanded her. She threw off the halo and stripped off the wings, but when she reached down to pull her dress off Castiel stopped her.
Meg held her breath when she felt Cas’ rough fingers brush against her thigh as he grabbed the hem of her nightie.
He kissed her one more time before pulling it off over her head. His erection strained against his pants when he saw what she had on underneath. He pulled her naked body against him and kissed her again, this time softer and slower, when the kiss ended they were both breathing hard and Meg was smirking.
Castiel took off his trench coat as Meg undid the buttons on his shirt. She grabbed his tie and pulled it off then held it out to him. He took it, and was about to toss it aside when she looked at him meaningfully.
“Tie me up,” she told him and crawled onto the bed. She held her hands up to the bed frame.
Castiel hesitated, but only for a moment. He liked the idea of Meg tied up and at his mercy too much. He climbed up beside her and tied her hands to the bed. Meg could use her demon strength to get out if she needed to so he made the restraint tight.
Meg watched as Castiel took off his already open shirt. She could see the hunger in those stormy blue eyes.
She opened her legs so he would know exactly where she wanted him.
Castiel growled when he saw her open herself up to like that. He crawled onto the bed and pressed his fully clothed erection against her as he kissed her. His kisses started at her lips then moved to her jaw. He nibbled lightly on her neck. She moaned quietly and moved her hips rubbing his polyester clad cock against her clit sending shivers up her spine.
He ran his hands over her body following the curve of her waist then down to her hips and back up to cup her breast. He gently caressed the tip of her nipple with the rough pad of his thumb.
He kissed her collarbone then down to her breast leaving a burning sensation wherever his lips went. Her breath caught in her throat when his tongue darted out of his mouth and teased her sensitive nipple. She arched her back and he gave her what she wanted and more when one of his fingers slipped inside her.
Castiel growled again. She was so wet already and it was just for him.
She pulled at the tie that bound her hands. Her fingers were itching to grab a handful of that hair.
Cas kissed down her stomach and nibbled at her hipbone before biting. Hard. He felt her gasp and looked up at her with a smug smile as she begged him.
“Please, what, Meg? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated in the dim bedroom light.
“Are you sure?” He asked her and flicked her clit with his thumb. She moaned. He took that as a yes.
His face was between her legs and she could feel his warm breath as he spoke, gently rubbing his stubble against her sensitive inner thigh and raising goose bumps.
“If that’s what all you want,” he began, “I guess you don’t get any of this.” His tongue caressed her and she bit her lip, “Or this.” Suddenly his mouth closed around her as he sucked and pulled, nibbled and licked.
She squirmed in pleasure and he gripped her thighs to hold her still as he tortured her in the most amazing way.
His name got stuck in her throat as her first orgasm him, her toes literally curling.
He gave her one last good bite on the soft skin of her thigh before giving her an evil smile and standing up to pull off his pants.
He climbed back up her body leaving more kisses as he went. He planted one on each hardened nipple then on her lips.
She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and she liked it. She bit his lip.
He chuckled. “You’re my naughty little demon aren’t you?” she nodded
“I think you need to be punished,” he whispered in her ear and trust into her forcefully.
After a very thorough chastisement, Meg pulled her hands free and cuddled up to Castiel’s chest. Her whole body was already sore, but it was a feeling she loved. He put his arm around her, his finger lightly tracing circles on her back.
As they sat there in silence, he would occasionally play with her hair or kiss her head. They were happy.
Meg sighed remembering why she called him there in the first place.
“Cas, I need to tell you something.” She looked up at him, he was smiling and had his eyes closed.
“Hmm?” he asked without opening his eyes.
“Cas,” she said again and waited. When he opened his eyes Meg was once again enthralled by how beautiful and blue they were. Meg hoped their baby would have those eyes. (Not that she would admit that out loud. Ever.)
Meg sat up and Castiel followed suit.
“Meg, what is it? Did I hurt you?” He asked clearly worried.
She smiled. “No that was wonderful.” He looked relieved. “But there is something else though.” She couldn’t force the words out. They seemed to be stuck as tears welled up in her eyes; she swiped at them angrily. She wasn’t some wimpy human to cry at the drop of a pen.
Castiel had no idea what to do. He hadn’t dealt with a crying demon before.
Meg took a deep breath, “Stupid hormones.”
“What?” Cas asked even more confused than before.
Oops! She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Oh… Umm…” she stuttered. “Shit… Uh…” Why was this so difficult? ‘It’s literally just three words. Just tell him,’ she scolded herself. Another deep breath, “Cas… Uh… I’m, uh… I’m pregnant.”
His expression went from confusion, to anger, then to disgust in a matter of seconds.
Meg’s heart dropped, her gut twisted into knots, and her eyes were brimming with tears again. She reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away as if she had burned him.
“No,” he denied it. “This isn’t possible. This can’t happen. You’re a demon.” He said it as if just the word could infect him.
She didn’t say anything. Whether or not it could happen was not in question. It already had.
“That thing is an abomination,” he spat at her, “and I will not have it come into this world. Get rid of it or I will.” Then he left with one last disgusted glance at a devastated Meg and the thing that was growing inside her.
Meg curled into fetal position as she broke down and sobs racked her body.
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