She would use touch as well as words when talking to Cas, so it seems friendly, but for her it may say a little bit more. I’m personally not sure if Cas would catch on? I find Megstiel so close to being platonic, because it’s evident that Meg has stronger feelings for Cas.
also She’d be playful seeing him.
(example: She’d bring in food for him, regardless if he doesn’t eat and she’d sit next to him eating his food just talking (and maYBE SNUGGLING OH GOD «<333)
The first day in the hospital was a little awkward. Castiel was still seeing his brother from the crazy he had taken from Sam and he could still only see Meg as her demonic form, so he was a little freaked out by her. The first few hours she spent in his room, he was totally silent, not speaking a word to her. Meg didn't really try much talking on the first day, she just sat and watched over him, occasionally reading a magazine, occasionally watching the way his eyes flickered or the way his meat suit would jump as he followed the hallucinations of Lucifer around the room.
The second day wasn't so bad. Clearly Lucifer wasn't the main focus of his attention any more, although the hallucinations still had a pretty tight grip on him. But at least he looked at her now, although he still didn't quite make eye contact with her. She almost spoke to him once or twice, almost, but the angel was in such a fragile state she didn't quite dare.
On the third day, the nurses had started noticing their odd behaviour. Castiel hadn't eaten any of the food the nurses had left in his room and he never slept. Meg knew he didn't need to do either of these things, but even for a patient in a crazy hospital it was odd behaviour. So she finally decided to say something.
"Clarence?" She asked tentatively, leaning forward. She hoped the old nickname would help him back to reality long enough for her to talk to him. But Castiel just kept staring forward, drooling slightly. Meg rolled her eyes and reached for a tissue that was kept on the bedside table. Reaching forward she used the tissue to wipe away the small river of drool.
"Clarence? Can ya hear me?" She asked in her drawling voice, not trying to hide her real self from him in any way. She needed his trust and lying to him wasn't going to help.
Castiel turned his head to look at her in a completely un-human like way.
"Yes... I can." He said, his little pink tongue flashing out to get the last of the drool as he slowly began coming back to his senses.
"Clarence, you gotta eat something or the nurses are gonna think you're worse than you are." She told him softly, hoping not to startle him. To try and keep him grounded, she dropped the tissue and rested a hand against his forearm. Suddenly her fingertips were reacting in a way she didn't know they could. Energy was sizzling under the skin and racing up her arm, making her feel hot and cold all at once. Her breath caught slightly in her chest and made her meat-suit's heart stutter for half a second. Castiel looked down at the hand slowly, as if he couldn't feel the huge reaction going on between her fingers and his arm, as if it was totally normal for her hand to be there, then he looked back up.
"Yes, you're right." He told her, holding out the hand Meg wasn't touching. "I will eat." He told her, being very careful not to move the arm and break their contact.
He's fine now. Meg told herself, He's grounded, there's no reason to keep your hand on him any more. and so rather reluctantly, she pulled her hand back and reached over to pass him the plate of food.
After that, Meg made sure she would use touch as well as words to keep him grounded and focused on the conversation at hand of course. But she couldn't lie to herself, the touching was nice. She liked to run a finger down his cheek and feel the stubble growing there so he would look at her, liked to rest her hand against his arm to help him tell the difference between his head world and the real world. She liked the way he responded to her every movement, when she would help him change or when she would help him wash.
Soon, her own thought pattern changed. He was no longer "The angel" in her mind, he was "Her angel." She didn't like to be separated from him for too long, found the down time when she would have to go back to her tiny apartment almost torturous, not because the apartment was crumby, but because she was away from her angel. The touches were no longer for his benefit any more, they were all for her. She loved the cleanliness she felt when she touched him, loved the way he would sit silently and listen to her rambling on while he dutifully ate the food the nurses brought round. She wasn't even sure he was taking in what she was saying, not really, but he was quiet and made the appropriate noises at the right times in her ramblings and that's all she could ask for.
One day, she was thinking of a particularly painful torture she had had to endure down in hell. It messed with her head, made her feel weak and horrible. But the most amazing thing happened.
Castiel squinted at her in that way that she knew meant he was trying to figure something out, then he held his arm out. She struggled with believing what he was doing for a moment or two, but when he scooted over the bed slightly and held out his arm again, she was sure.
She climbed onto the bed next to him, letting her head find the comfiest place on his chest, her arm wandering over his belly, she nuzzled into his comfort, smelling feathers and air and freshness and it was exactly what she had expected an angel to smell like. Her skin zinged with the closeness, her heart racing slightly, they just stayed like that for a few moments. Castiel's breathing was such a comfort to her and his warmth was so soothing. He moved his head slightly so his lips pressed against the top of her head, the breath coming from his nose rustling a strand or two, and she was sure she heard him mutter "My thorny beauty" under his breath, but she couldn't be sure and didn't want to destroy the moment by asking him to repeat it.
But what Meg loved, more than anything about their time together, was the feeling she got way deep down, past the Meat-suit, past her own thought processes, past even her personality. Right down deep in the crevices of her soul, she felt herself changing.
I lost the ask that said idon’tknowijustwantfood tagged me but I got tagged so here we go friends
Rules:
Rule 1: Always post the rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them
Rule 4: Let them know you tagged them
Questions
1. Would you rather be a child forever or die?
Honestly probably die. There’s a very limited amount of things you can do as a child and I don’t know if I could live forever and watch everyone I love grow old and live their lives and die without me
2. How are you?
Tired and stressed moral of the story don’t do advanced classes that require summer homework if you’re a lazy ass like me
3. Do you lie often to your friends?
No.
4. What’s your favorite color?
Idk man I like red and purple and black those are my main colors yo
5. Which city do you want to visit that you haven’t already?
Seattle and Venice and Rome
6. What’s your favorite school subject?
M U S I C
7. What would you do if you had 1 Million dollar/euro/pounds/ whatever?
Buy a new house for me and my parents because our current one is v crappy. Also new charger for my laptop and concert tickets and iTunes giftcards yes
8. If you were on a lonely island and you could only eat one thing what would it be?
Does it have to be found on the island? Idk ya know what let’s go with sandwiches because that is not a specific thing right there so I can change up the flavor if I want to
9. Who’s your biggest celeb crush?
Alex Gaskarth or Jensen Ackles yo
10. What do you want to change in this world?
sigh I don’t know… I mean I guess this doesn’t count as “world” since it’s not the whole world but the fact that gays can’t marry I guess because this really bothers me yes ok
11. If you could change one thing on yourself what would it be and why?
Physically or about myself like my personality? I’ll do both ok. So physically my eye color because I really love green eyes and I have boring brown and green is just so much more fun. Personality wise, probably how easily I get jealous because that is a big problem I don’t like it or how easily I get angry or both
My questions for you:
1. Favorite band/artist?
2. What is the last dream you had that you can remember?
3. Dr. Pepper or Coke?
4. OTP?
5. Favorite outfit?
6. Can you play any musical instruments?
7. Favorite song?
8. You’re forced to spend the day with either Justin Bieber or one of his hardcore fangirls. Who do you pick?
9. What is your favorite thing about yourself?
10. Would you rather get stranded on an island with no wi-fi or get stranded on an island with wi-fi but also with a bunch of screaming children that refuse to leave you alone?
11. Pick one. Chocolate or ice cream? (you cannot say chocolate ice cream no that is cheating)
