#au everywhere

[makanidotdot]

some more spiritzula times, as she is tasked with escorting zhao back to the fog.

[ask-elcid]

OOC Stuff

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[hbic-meg]

ET JE VEUX TA REVANCHE ━ ` rayek & meg

"No." There's a pregnant pause that fills the air, broken only by Meg's soft voice, so silent that her words are nearly carried away with the wind whipping violently around them. No one speaks. Somewhere next to her, a demon blade clatters to the ground. Footsteps, away from her, behind her to where Sam and Castiel wait, quiet in triumph while Meg stands, speechless with grief.

Rayek lies before her, motionless. Silent. Too white, too much of a contrast to the spreading pool of crimson underneath him. She moves forward, dropping to her knees at his side, uncaring of the denim of her jeans soaking up her friend's blood, weighing her down and keeping her closer to him, to the lifeless figure of the only person Meg had fully trusted since Azazel had died, since she'd parted with Alastair in Hell and Lucifer had no need for her.

"No..."

She hears someone move towards her, realizes it's Castiel, but she doesn't turn around, doesn't pass this off with a snarky comment or a witty remark about letting sleeping dogs lie -- (because that's all Rayek is doing, right? He's sleeping; and the way his face is contorted into a wordless grimace of pain is just a trick of light)...

...(but her hands and her clothes and everything, everything around them is so red, so red and so cold...)

Dean.

The name bolts through her brain like a firecracker shooting through the atmosphere into the sky, causing her vision to turn a shade of red that matches what's leaking out of her only friend, her best friend, onto the once pure-white snow beneath the two of them. Dean's taken everything away from her; everything that's ever served to make her happy has been ripped out of her clutches by either or both of the Winchesters, and for what? To save this two-bit, second rate planet they call their home. To save their friends, their family, and in the process, destroy Meg's own.

The first few she could take, she could tolerate and grin & bear. But this -- Dean's gone too far as to killing Rayek, "hound that dragged him to hell" be damned. They'd essentially done the same thing to her when she'd been exorcised, but she hadn't killed them for it, had she?

Not yet, anyway. That came soon.

There was no balance in this world claiming to function in the tropes of good and evil, yet actually functioning in justification and self-righteousness, which Team Free Will seemed to be at the forefront of. She blamed them -- them for everything terrible that was happening: the apocalypse, global warming and the fiscal cliff... Too bad none of that mattered to Meg. All that mattered was the loss of a life, an innocent life so dearly to her own...

Rayek was gone. Never would she see the way his eyes lit up when she told him stories about Hell, or the way he'd snicker silently to himself when Meg finished snarking at someone. There would be no more crappy moviefests, or feeling safe and happy because she'd finally found someone to trust, to confide in that wouldn't stab her in the neck with a demon knife the first chance they got...

Her sense of security, however false and unnecessary it may have been is gone and Meg feels vulnerable, cold and so angry and vulnerable.

She wants to tell Rayek to wake up, wants to scream at him to not leave her alone but she won't allow those behind her the satisfaction, nor herself to indulge in the sheer cheesiness of such actions. It's a demon's life cycle, she tells herself, repeating it like a mantra in her head, but it still doesn't ease the pain of the fact that when she squeezes Rayek's hand, he doesn't return the gesture.

And he never will.

The thought enrages her beyond belief, and it's not long before she's plotting her revenge. But that's for another moment, another time when she can find her words, and her closest friend isn't so freshly dead.

The Winchesters are leaving now, and Cas as well, after some initial hesitance -- but it's clear that Meg isn't moving and Castiel has a more "profound bond" with Sam and Dean, anyway. Of course he does. Another thing they've managed to take from her.

That leaves Meg alone, again.

Wholly and totally alone.