Pairing : Cas x Meg. Dean x Reader, Sam.
Word count : 832
Warnings : Everyone’s picking on Dean.
Written for : Dawn’s anime writing challenge, hosted by @sorenmarie87
Prompts : " I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. " And " There is nothing romantic about your right hand professing its love for you. "
A/N : This is how it ended up going, and I hope you like it Dawny.
With Castiel and Meg practically joined at the hip since they shared a kiss and managed to walk out alive, Dean was getting more and more agitated with her presence. Especially since she was always ribbing him. Laughing at his expense.
“Go be deamony somewhere else.” He growled.
“Demony?” she laughed. “What exactly is it that I do that’s demony?”
“I don’t know.” He rolled his neck, letting it crack. “Go torture someone.”
“I am. I’m torturing you.” she grinned.
Cas couldn’t help but smile at how her face lit up. “I hate your girlfriend.” Dean growled at him, annoyed with his goofy smile, and drank from his beer.
“You’re just jealous.” Meg singsonged.
“Of what?” He practically spat at her.
“Your angel butt buddy loves me more.” She winked at his irritated face. “Isn’t that right, my Unicorn?” She turned to Cas, kissing his cheek as he stammered to try and find a response that would have them both happy, and failed. “Awe, I love you too.”
“Awe, professions of love are so romantic.” You smile across the table at Cas and how he blushed. Dean nudged you like you had betrayed him, so you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Dean wouldn’t know about that.” Meg stuck out her tongue as well.
“Hey, I’ve had romantic professions of love, okay?” He glared at her.
“Dean, there is nothing romantic about your right hand professing its love for you.”
You had said it so casually, and with a straight face, that Dean’s eyes went wide in shock while Meg and Sam burst out laughing. “Cas, I think you’re gonna need to heal him.”
“He’s not injured..” Cas looked at Sam confused.
“Oh yeah, he is after that burn.” Sam couldn’t stop laughing.
“I fucking hate all of you.” Dean grumbled into his drink and downed it.
“You loooove us.” You rubbed your head on his shoulder like a cat, and he rolled his eyes.
“Stop that.” He shrugged his shoulder and you gave him a nip. “Ow!” He shot you a look. “I’m out.” He got up and left the room.
“I think someone got his silk panties in a twist this morning.” Meg’s lips pressed together as she glanced away, eyebrow raising for a split second.
You chuckled softly. “I’ll go talk to him.” You gave Sam a pat on your way out, and started looking for Dean.
When you found him, he was in his room, standing with his back to the door as he finished off his beer. You reached out and touched his back. He jumped and turned. “What do you want?”
“What’s wrong, Dean?” He sighed and shook his head. “Look, if you’re tired of us poking at you-”
“Why does everyone like her? She’s-”
“Dean.” You warned him, and his shoulders dropped. “It’s Cas’s first crush. Do you remember yours? I remember mine. That shitty little bastard could do no wrong in my eyes.” You chucked. “And he was a horrible fucking kid.”
“But why do you like her so much?” His eyes met yours.
You shrugged. “She’s fun enough.” You smiled. “And Cas is so smitten that I’m just being a good friend by giving her a shot. Plus, I love the kind of woman that can kick my ass.” You winked.
“Yeah, you're not the only one, why do you think I like you?” He mumbled to himself as he moved away from you.
“What did you say?”
He froze for a split second. “Nothing, never mind.”
A smile spread over your face slowly. “Did you just-”
“Don’t.” He growled angrily, pointing at you. “Don’t you look at me like that, you know damn well what I meant.”
“You like me.” A large smile lighting up your whole face.
“Get out.” He pointed to the door. You bit your bottom lip and grinned at him, making no move to leave. “Out!” He shoved you out of his room and closed the door.
You stood there and chuckled for a minute, letting it sink in. Dean liked you. You leaned on the door frame and took hold of the door handle, gently turning it so his door opened quietly. You leaned forward so you could see him, now laying in his bed and pulling on headphones.
He glanced over, and practically growled. “I told you to fuck off.”
“Dean?”
“What?” He pulled one of the headphones away from his ear so he could hear you clearly.
“I like you too.” You smiled and gently closed his door again.
Dean laid there slowly pulling the side of his headphones back over his ear and turned on the music. “Damn right you do, I’m a delight.”
“I heard that!” He heard your voice over his music, and he glanced up as his door swung back open and you landed on top of him, fingers moving over his side. “You’re a fucking delight, are you?” Dean was laughing and trying to roll away as he fought to get your hands away from his ticklish spots.
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"Why do you want me to do this?" Castiel asked, his back slightly bent and his hands rested on his legs, like he was ready to catch something.
"Because, Cas," Meg said as she placed her arms around his neck. "It’s something called fun."
Meg jumped up and was caught by Castiel, who stood there in confusion. “What do I do know?”
"You walk at any pace." Castiel obeyed and walked around Ruffis’ cabin, waiting for Sam and Dean to finish their hunt. Meg rested her head on Castiel’s shoulder and she connected her hands.
"Hey, Meg?" Castiel said as he slowed down.
"What is it, Cas?" Meg replied, lifting her head to look Castiel in the eyes.
Castiel didn’t reply with words. He stood there for a minute, examining Meg. Then, his lips touched her forehead.
"Oh." Meg said, pleased that this angel trusted her, a demon.
I'm watching the episode for the second time now and I still don't get how meg can be dead. I mean this episode was really good and every scenes Meg was in were totally awsome.
So how does the writers don't understand how amazing will it be to have her on the show and even better as a series regular.
Guys you are killing the goose that lays the golden eggs
