#megs threads

[notyour-thornybeauty]

Stupid fucking car. The old beater she'd managed to steal (mostly because it was the only thing she could steal- she was a demon, not a goddamn car thief) had kicked the bucket a few days back, and now she was wandering through the city. Without a stupid fucking car. Memo to self- humans are weak and shitty and cars suck ass. She ducked into an alley way as a drunken gang started swaggering closer, their voices loud even over the sound of traffic. She leaned back against the graffitied wall of the alley, digging through her pockets. She looked up, though when she heard a noise. "Who's there?" she asked, realizing how fucking stupid and human that sounded. Too long around humans. Too long powered down. "Idiot," she muttered to herself, tipping her head back. No one was there, she was just hearing things as usual. Hypervigilence would do that to a demon. She heard another voice and stood up fully, walking down the alleyway. She wasn't hearing things, and she wanted to know who or what the fuck was back there. "So, are you a bum or a gangbanger?" she demanded, catching sight of whoever it was.

[notyour-thornybeauty]

Meg had enough of flying under the radar. Why should she? It wasn't like anyone knew she was alive- and she'd been so good. Painfully, disgustingly, good. She deserved a little fun, didn't she? She looked around, trying to decide the best venue for her 'coming out' party. She found a particularly seedy bar, walking into the haze with a wide smile. The press and smell of hot, drunk, human bodies filled the place as she found her way over to the bar, placing her order. And then she saw him. Dean-fucking-Winchester, the one guy who could blow this for her, was in this bar, of all places. Before she could hide her face, he turned and made eye contact with her. "Oh, crap," she muttered, looking over at the bar tender that set two shots out for a talking couple who hadn't noticed. She banged both back quickly as she watched him coming across the bar, shoving people out of her way as she tride to get through the crowd and put as many bodies as possible between herself and the eldest Winchester.

[notyour-thornybeauty]

In The Looney Bin| Meg & Castiel | CLOSED

Meg flipped through her gossip magazine, her foot tapping at the air along to the beat of her music. Watching over Cas, thusfar, had been generally boring. He spent a whole lot of time sleeping, and the rest of the time staring off into space, basically comatose. But then, there was a calp of thunger, a flash of lighting, and when she looked up, she was nearly nose-to-nose with him, staring at her with wide, owlish blue eyes. "Well, good morning, Clarence," she said evenly, popping the headphones out of her ears and tossing her magazine aside, "Welcome to the land of the living."