send me a ❦ for a reaction to your muse playing with mine’s hair.
Meg flinched involuntarily as Castiel touched her hair. It brought up memories, memories of her head being held in a tub of bleach, of the bleach working its way into her mouth and nose, burning her from the inside out, of blood rushing out from every part of her face.
But Cas was barely touching it. He was being gentle, cautious. Meg could smack his hand away. "Please, don't." She got out quietly, feeling sick to her stomach.
1. Defend: I’ll write a drabble of my muse protecting yours.
2. Movie: I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together.
3. Sleep: I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.
It was dark when the demons jumped at them. Meg had been completely wrapped up in a story Castiel was telling her, her frizzy blonde hair bouncing with every step. It must have been shining like a beacon in the dark, the moonlight glittering off it in a fallacious halo.
And then Meg’s nostrils filled with the sting of sulfur as she was pressed into the alley wall. The demon possessing the man practically purred in her ear as his hand ventured under her jacket, groping around for her blade and anything else he could get his hands on.
Unfortunately for him, the blade was already sinking into his stomach. She closed her eyes against the bright flash of the soul burning out in front of her. Meg pushed the corpse away from her to see Cas held down by three demons. Her response was instinctive, moving by hearing and smell more than eyesight.
Their deaths were quick, successive. They struggled of course, turning on the other demon rather than the angel. But no matter how many punches Meg took, she always came back to defend the angel, sinking the blade into demon after demon.
Finally, she collapsed back to the alley wall, surrounded by corpses and exhausted. She leaned her head back, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed until a gentle hand traced over her bruising face. Her eyelashes fluttered open to reveal her beaten angel, touching her gently.
“Thank you.” He said quietly.
“Shut up. Take me home.”
2. Movie
It was rare that Cas was in a cuddly mood. There were many more days when he preferred being rough and Meg was happy to reciprocate. She had lost count of how many pieces of furniture they had broken. The people at the store were getting suspicious of how many beds Castiel bought.
But this was not one of those days.
Castiel had decided it was finally time to find out what Meg meant when she called him ‘Clarence’. He flipped on 'It’s a Wonderful Life’ and pulled Meg down beside him on the couch. He wrapped the two in a blanket, knowing how cold Meg got and how quickly.
The movie went past quickly. Cas kept his arm around Meg, holding her close. She played with his fingers occasionally, slightly embarrassed as he began to realize what she meant when she called him by her pet name for him.
“Is this truly how you feel?” Meg couldn’t read any expression on his face as he looked down at her. She merely shrugged, resuming playing with his large fingers. She hated this human emotion crap. Why would she want to talk about it.
Cas pulled his hand out of hers and put it to her face, pulling it to his own. His kiss was gentle, not filled with the greed as usual. He pulled away after just a moment. “I love you too, my thorny beauty.”
3. Sleep
Nightmares were a given for the demon. She had been having them since Purgatory, reoccurring visions of the monsters in there tearing apart her soul. She came awake screaming, not remembering that she was back on Earth, that she was safe.
That she had her angel.
Another nightmare, this one featuring half a dozen Leviathans stripping the flesh from her bones, brought her shaking and sweating awake. Her nails dug into the comforter that had suddenly become far too hot. She threw it off, feeling the sting of cold air on her skin.
She couldn’t do this.
She snatched up her pillow, holding it protectively to her body. Her stolen heart hammered against its rib cage, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She moved slowly down the hallway, opening Castiel’s door with a hand. He didn’t sleep, being an angel, but he sat in his bed, doing research or reading. This time, he was reading some large leather book by the light of a lamp.
His eyes flickered up from the pages to see the disheveled, distressed demon. The angel was wordless as he set the book on the bedside table, holding his arms out to her. She crossed the room with no further hesitation, going to bury her blonde head into his chest.
One of his arms moved to shut off the lamp while the other wrapped around her torso. Darkness soon took over the room and Meg felt him maneuver so that they were laying in the bed. He engulfed Meg in his arms and she felt the tension begin to drain out of her.
This time when she drifted off, she dreamed of softer things. She dreamed of Cas’s wings, soft but powerful under her gentle touch. She dreamed of his loving eyes, the tender caress of his lips on hers.
