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I feel sorry for everyone “IN A MEG AND CAS THREAD” who was there to, you know, talk about Meg and Cas. And then you tag this Megstiel so you shove this in Megstiel fans’ faces twice.
oh, crap. i’m sorry, i’m deleting the tag - by “thread” i literally just meant a roleplay thread with a meg writer and my cas
this roleplay is actually pretty megstiel heavy so far, thus the megstiel tag. it was just a comment meg said at some point. i didn’t realise that all how it’d look out of context and that megstiel shippers would even find it on the tag. i’ve since this changed my ship tags to ; megstiel and so on instead of the plain tag without the semi-colon so that they won’t be on the tag search. sorry.
@xtexboyx said: How is this megstiel?
like i said above, the tag was there solely because the rp thread itself is megstiel-heavy rather than destiel-heavy. didn’t think people outside the rp comm would actually end up seeing it out of context. i’m sorry.
@notrachelminer said: How about Destiel isn’t real, and your RP doesn’t confirm anything. Get out of the Megstiel tag with your Destiel garbage. Thanks!
obviously my rp doesn’t confirm anything? it was a joke. whether i believe destiel is real or not had nothing to do with the post. i legit did not realise how it’d look out of context. it was tagged megstiel because the rp is actually megstiel-heavy. i’m so sorry you had to see it. i didn’t realise people would see it on the tag search. i’m deleting the tags.
in short: i didn’t mean to belittle megstiel. i adore megstiel. i’m super sorry i offended you guys!
I heard you wanted a reunion fic with angst. Well I really didn’t know how to do that. I mean lovers reuniting should be happy or at least angst free. But that’s why you’re the angst master Tea. Anyway, here’s my attempt.
Welcome Home, Stranger
A white room stretched as far as the eye could see, vast and completely empty. In appearance, it looked like an office place except no furniture, offices, cubicles, or equipment of any kind. Lights from unknown sources shined off the pristine surfaces of the floor and the ceiling.
“Hello?” Castiel called out.
His voice echoed loudly at first before dying out into the distance unknown. He turned in circles looking for anyone or anything and found nothing. The angel was alone and without his Grace.
“Is anyone here?” Again, no answer but his own echo.
Then, a light hit the angel’s back, and he spun to face it. So blinding was the light, he had to put his hand out to block the source and tried to peer between his fingers at the same time. Castiel heard the echo of hollow footsteps before spying the black silhouette of a person walking towards him.
“Hello?” Reflexively, Cas’s other hand reached for his angelic sword only to find it wasn’t there. He didn’t let the alarm at that show in his voice, “Who’s there?”
“Hello Castiel,” a familiar voice and presence rang out.
The light blinding him dimmed, and Castiel lowered his hand. When his eyes adjusted, he recognized the person approaching instantly.
“Father?” Castiel asked, not completely believing his eyes.
“My son, it’s good to see you” The angel looked as if he wanted to say something, but God cut him off, “Please, sit.” He pointed a hand to Castiel’s left side.
Cas look to where Chuck had indicated and found a simple metal armless chair that hadn’t been there before. The angel sat, and God sat down across from him in a twin chair He had materialize for Himself. For a moment, the two simply stared at each other. Chuck, with one elbow on His knee, brushed His hand through His bearded chin, studying the angel. Castiel dared not speak first.
“So,” Chuck finally said, “you died.” A pause. “Again.”
“Yes,” Castiel said lowering his eyes, “I suppose so.”
God stopped trailing His hand through His beard and shook one finger at the angel, “You seem to be making a habit of that.”
“Forgive me.” Deep shame was in Castiel’s voice.
Chuck shook His head and smiled, showing white teeth while He slapped Castiel’s knee. “Hey it’s okay. I was just giving you a hard time. There’s no shame to be had.”
“Truly?” Cas’s spirits rose at his Father’s words.
“Of course,” God sat back in His chair, and His eyes seem to focus on somewhere else “I have seen the largest warrior ever fall to a sling thrower, the finest swordsmen to innocuous threats, and” He refocused on Castiel, “Two of the most power archangels defeated by two boys and a seraph. No, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Thank you,” Castiel whispered, and God nodded in understanding.
“Now, here’s the real question,” Chuck leaned forward again, “If I send you back to Earth with your Grace, would you want to go?”
“I,” Castiel quickly began, seem to rethink his answer, and fell silent.
“Tell me what your feelings truly are. I won’t,” God started then smiled, “and you won’t hear me say this often, I won’t judge you.”
Castiel nodded before saying quietly, “I feel tired.” His shoulders slumped at his admission, showing the weight he had long carried on them. The angel look to his Father for understanding and was glad to see it.
“I can imagine. Castiel, you have carried a heavier burden than I ever intended for you.” There was pride in His voice. “More than even archangels were meant for. I’m proud of you, my son, and if anyone has earned a rest, it is you.” A heavy silence hung between the two as Castiel sat thinking.
Suddenly, Chuck rose and looked down at Castiel.
“Before you decide, I want to show you something” Chuck walked pass the angel, tapping Cas’s shoulder as He did. “Come with me.”
When Castiel rose from his chair and turn to follow after his Father, he found himself in an entirely new setting. The white room was gone, and in its place, was a lush field of grass.
Natural sunlight shone above in an unpolluted clear blue sky. The temperature was a perfect 74 degrees Fahrenheit. (23 Celsius to you Canadians) Noises of birds and people’s murmurs now assaulted his ears after the complete silence of the white room. In front of the angel was a wall that seem to stretch forever of hedges about 10 feet tall. (Again, for those whom live in a country that hasn’t got with the program yet, that’s 3 meters) In the center of the wall, was an archway made of the same hedges. It was a place that he hadn’t seen for some time.
When Chuck and Castiel came closer to the archway, he noticed a blonde handsome angel standing guard by the entrance. His name was Duriel, a very young angel that had fought with Castiel against Raphael. Duriel had seen many of his elder brothers and sisters perish over the recent years, and despite all those tragedies, he always had a warm disarming smile. Just like the one he wore now as his Father and brother approached.
“Castiel, it’s good to see you brother.” The other angel held out his left hand and Castiel clasped his forearm, returning the greeting.
“You as well.” Cas nodded to his brother.
“It is Duriel’s duty to guard this place now in place of Gadreel,” Chuck explained to Castiel, and Duriel nodded to his Father. “He also is responsible in keeping the peace between all the inhabitants.” God looked to Duriel, “Has there been any trouble lately?”
“Well one person has been a handful.” Duriel gave a knowing grin and quick glance to Castiel before saying to his Father, “I’m sure you can guess who.”
God nodded and then continue to walk past the archway, telling Castiel, “Let’s continue.”
Castiel strode by God’s side into the Garden of Eden. When they stepped inside the archway, fauna of every type greeted their eyes. Naturally, his gaze was first drawn to the flowers of every color, of every kind, and of every size, all in full bloom. Then, there were the birds of paradise, nesting and walking the grounds wherever you looked. However, most surprisingly for the angel, was the few people milling about the grounds as well.
“You opened up the Garden again.” Castiel noted as both he and God walked deeper into the Garden.
“Yes, this is my new project. I’ve been resurrecting your brothers and sisters. Seeing how Eden has been unused since I banished humanity from it, I bring them here.” God shrugged.
“I thought I recognized some of these faces,” Castiel said softly.
Chuck nodded. “Most here are angels that fell in the Civil War. No matter which side they fought, they were doing what they thought was right without my guidance.” God sighed. “They didn’t deserve to be gone forever for my mistake. So here they have a chance to make of themselves as they will.”
“None of them have their grace either?”
“No. If they pick up their grace again, they will also be obligated to serve humanity again.”
“So, they’re human then?”
Chuck bobbed His head side to side. “Mostly. As Eden is still on Earth just tucked away in a pocket dimension, they need physical forms to reside here. So, everyone here is locked in the bodies of human vessels of their choice. Well,” Chuck reconsidered His words, “almost human vessels. These forms are stronger, never get sick, never want for food or water, and will never age.”
“I see.”
Soon, Castiel and his Father found themselves on a pathway bordered by hedge walls, travelling deeper into the Garden. As they took various turns on their way to wherever they were going, the angel realized they were not going to the Tree of Knowledge. So, he wondered where his Father was leading him.
Along their route, openings in the hedge walls appeared every now and then. The openings would give glimpses of different gardens. Here was one with tropical plants, the next had desert plants, and so on it went. In those gardens, he also saw more of his ex-angel brethren. Many times, when they recognized Castiel’s face, he would get a not so warm reaction from them.
“If these are my brothers and sisters that I killed in battle, I doubt they’ll be happy to see me,” Castiel told God.
“What? No.” Chuck disagreed, but it sounded forced. “I have talked with each angel here. They understand why you did what you did.”
The next opening they past must of led to a vegetable garden, because a tomato slammed into Castiel’s shoulder. He looked at the offending fruit and then to the direction which it came. A male ex-angel, presumably the one who threw the tomato, gave Cas the bird.
“Fuck you Castiel!” Another yelled out.
God stepped around Castiel and waved a hand upward at the opening. A hedge wall sprang into life, closing the opening in an instant. Chuck turned to Cas, rubbing the back of His neck nervously.
“Okay, okay, most understand.” God laughed uneasily, “The rest might need some time.”
“As you say, Father.” Castiel kept looking at where the opening once was.
“C’mon.” Chuck waved Cas to follow and they began walking before He explained, “I should tell you there’s not just angels here, Castiel. I resurrected monsters that fought their evil instincts here as well. The vampire Lenore is here for instance. Purgatory just seem too cruel for turning into something that wasn’t their fault” He paused before continuing, “Most of them have adapted well to life here. Except for one; someone you know well.”
Cas gave Chuck a quizzical look. “Who?”
“You’ll see,” God smiled
As Chuck and Castiel rounded a bend in the path, they took the next opening on the left. In front of them was an enormous old oak in the center of the garden. On a low branch that stretched far out from the mighty trunk, hung a punching bag. There a woman, huffed and puffed, as she used the bag for training. She wore a dark purple sports bra, black tight sweat pants, and half finger gloves.
Even though Castiel had never saw her dressed like this, he knew who this was before she faced him.
“Meg,” Castiel whispered. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. Chuck and he continued towards the now ex-demon.
“How’s it going, Rhonda Rousey?” God called out, but the ex-demon continued working out on the punching bag.
“G-man,” Meg answered over her shoulder. “Bored as always”
“Sorry to hear that,” Chuck replied.
“No one to fight around here,” Meg huffed in explanation before unleashing a combo on the punching bag, “Sure I can talk you into another apocalypse?”
“Hmm,” Chuck smiled at the ex-demon’s insolence, “I think that ship has sailed.”
“Pity. So, what do you want?”
“I brought someone to see you.”
At God’s words, Meg stopped hitting the punching bag and turned around slowly. Her eyes focused on Castiel, and if she felt something at seeing him, she didn’t show it. The ex-demon just cocked her hip, put her right fist on it, and eyed the ex-angel up and down.
“Hello Clarence.” She drawled.
“Meg.” He said again.
Castiel walked towards her, and Meg never took her eyes off him. Like always, he couldn’t discern her thoughts behind those beautiful brown eyes. As he closed the distance, he began to reach for her, desperate to feel her skin under his fingertips once again. Closer and closer his hand got, and just as he was about to touch her…
Meg’s fist slammed into Castiel’s stomach. A brutal gut punch. She hit him so hard that she knocked the breath out of him, and he doubled over.
“That’s for turning your back on Lucifer like an idiot,” Meg explained.
Castiel gasped for breath.
“Well,” God interrupted, “I think that’s my cue to leave. Go easy on him Ali.” He looked at Castiel. “Castiel, if you wish to leave just call on me.” Then Chuck turned around and started to walk away.
“Later Pops,” Megs called.
Chuck raised a hand over his shoulder and shook it in goodbye, and then he was simply gone.
“You know, he’s not as big of a douchebag as I thought he would be,” Meg said still watching where he disappeared, and then she turned back to Castiel. By this time, the ex-angel was starting to recover, but he still held his stomach in pain. “Now, where were we?” She tapped her chin with a finger. Then she turned her eyes menacingly to Cas. “Oh yeah.”
Meg once again punched Castiel. This time her fist connected with the side of his jaw, and he went all the way to the ground.
“And that’s for not avenging me when you had the chance.”
Then, she simply turned around and began walking off.
“Okay, good catching up, Clarence. We’ll have to do it again,” Meg called over her shoulder before adding, “Or not.”
Quickly, Castiel got to his feet when he saw her leaving. This couldn’t be all their first reunion amounted to, he thought. Not after all these years. Meg had unexpectedly come back into his life, and he wasn’t just going to let her slip away so easily. So, when he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“Stop,” he told her.
Meg halted and faced Castiel. She looked at him then quickly down at where he held her, and finally back up. The ex-angel took the hint and released her wrist.
“Grab me again, and you won’t like what happens,” she warned him. He held his hands out palm outward in placation.
“Then, please talk to me. I take it that you’re not happy with my dealings with Crowley?”
“Noooo,” Meg drawled out then gave him a false smile. “I’m giddy that you teamed up with the asshole that killed me.” Then, she dropped all pretense. “Multiple times.”
Castiel closed his eyes knowing she had a point.
“There were extenuating circumstances,” he said lamely.
“Yeah? How’d that end up working out for you?” she said snidely.
Castiel sighed.
“Uh huh.” Meg said smugly, folding her arms over her chest. “So here I am Feathers. Resurrected in the most boring place on Earth. How did that happen you ask? Because I took a blade that had your name on it by that smarmy bastard. A smarmy bastard whom you get all chummy with.”
“I,” Castiel tried to mount a defense, but Meg cut him off.
“Save it, because it’s not just that pissing me off, angel.” She poked his chest. “Tell me this Clarence, how long did it take for you to forget about me? Because, you went on to bang some human whore soon enough.”
“Don’t call -,” Castiel began to retort until a thought hit him “Wait, how did you know about April? Or Crowley for that matter?”
“There’s a pond in the Garden that let’s everyone watch the real world. About the only entertainment we have here.” Meg explained quickly, “Now don’t change the subject, and answer the question.”
Why would she ask about April? Castiel thought. It didn’t make sense unless…
“Wait, Are you jealous?”
“No.” Yes. “Just noting that you moved on pretty quickly after I bought the farm.”
“That’s not true,” he tried to explain.
“Bullshit!” Meg snapped.
“I speak truth,” Castiel said back and then explained heartfeltly, “Meg after I became a human, I went by the name Clarence. The name you gave me. Every time someone spoke my name, it reminded me of you. It was bittersweet, but it kept you alive in my memories. And about April, I doubt I would have slept with her, if it hadn’t been for you. It was you who woke something inside me after you propositioned me.”
“Well, I’m glad I could help get you laid.” Meg rolled her eyes.
“My point is that I did miss you.” He ignored her comment. “And right now, I’m very much happy to see you even though you are angry at me.” He rubbed his sore jaw. “Violently so, I might add.”
“Well that makes one us.” Meg acted unmoved. “Sorry that this isn’t the reunion you wanted Clarence, but I’m gone. Whatever we had if we had it, is gone. See ya.” Again, she walked away from him.
Now, Castiel was getting angry. It was easy for people to hindsight someone’
“No.” Castiel grabbed her wrist a second time.
This time, however, Meg twisted around quickly and slammed her free palm into his upper chest. He fell backwards on his butt, and his back knocked up against a hedge wall. Before the ex-angel could react, Meg was straddling his lap. Quickly, she took his hands and held them above his head against the hedge.
“Vines.” She seemed to speak to the hedges.
“What?” he said in confusion as vines grew suddenly out of from the hedge to wrap around his wrists.
Castiel struggled at the constraints but found he couldn’t budge his arms. He looked up at Meg who smiled down at him. She was the cat that had cornered the canary.
“I told you wouldn’t like what happened if you grabbed me again,” she whispered. “Funny thing about this garden, it was designed to provide for humans, all their wants or needs.” She fingered the vines. “Still does.”
“Meg, release me,” he commanded.
“And, If I don’t?” she asked amused.
“I’ll.” Castiel struggled again against his restraints. “I will-” he trailed off when he stopped fighting the vines.
“So, what can you do?” She whispered closely to his face.
Her voice had become breathy as both were reminded of the first time they had met. That smoky voice of hers slithered into his ears, trailed down his spine, and went straight to his groin. He was hard instantly. With nothing else he could do, he ground his hard-on into her. When both their pelvises rubbed against each other, an electric current went through the pair. They both moaned.
Castiel realized then that Meg wasn’t unaffected by him as she professed. In his huskiest voice, he spoke to her.
“Meg.” Almost hypnotized, the ex-demon closed her eyes and swayed to his voice. “Meg, listen to me. I want you to kiss me.”
Her eyes opened instantly.
“What?” She asked.
“Prove that there’s nothing left between us by kissing me. If you’re unaffected, I will forever leave you alone,” he challenged.
Meg bit her bottom lip and watched his sexy mouth, considering his offer. Kiss him and be unaffected, she could do this. Right? This was how she got what she wanted, to be left alone by him. Right?
“Fine,” she agreed.
Slowly, she began to lower her mouth to his. Then, before she had leaned half way down, Castiel reached up and sealed his lips to hers. They moaned into each other mouths.
Meg had expected Castiel to be fierce in his kiss, to put all his feelings into it to seduce her. However, it was the exact opposite. The kiss started off timidly at first, without emotion even. It was Meg who had to press harder against his lips to increase the passion of the kiss. Only then did the ex-angel deepen the kiss as well. That’s when she realized that Castiel was letting her take the lead. Fine with her, she thought
So next, Meg licked his upper lip, and he did the same to her in return. Like this, on the kiss went. Move for move, Castiel match everything the ex-demon did. When they parted their lips slightly so that the tips of their tongues could touch, another jolt of pleasure surged through them. A familiar heat began to pool in Meg’s stomach. She couldn’t imagine stopping such simple pleasure like this any time soon.
That’s why Meg was surprised when it was Castiel who began to break off the kiss. But she wasn’t ready for that. So, she chased his mouth with hers. When he stopped backing away, their kiss increased in intensity. Still, he showed incredible constraint, only mirroring the passion she showed him. Her tongue slipped deeper into his mouth, getting a better taste of him. She groaned and her hips began to grind slowly against him on their own accord.
Once more, however, Castiel moved away from the kiss. Meg growled low in her throat. She caught his head with her two hands, keeping him in place, and then devoured the ex-angel. Now, she kissed Castiel with all that she had, and he matched her. She didn’t just enter his mouth, she invaded it. Soon her hips were now rocking into his erection just as frantically, and he met her thrust for thrust.
The sweet friction against her sex through her pants was driving her over the edge. As she got near the precipice of her orgasm, she released his mouth and placed her head against the side of his. Her arms wrapped around his back, and her legs wrapped tight around his torso. Now, Meg dry humped Castiel with wanton abandon.
When Meg came, she screamed at its overwhelming explosion. Her limbs tighten around Castiel so much, he had trouble breathing. Waves of bliss flowed and ebbed repeatedly over her. She continued to rub up against Castiel, who was groaning her name now, as she tried to stretch out the length of this sweet rapture. Slowly, as her orgasm subsided, she fell boneless against Cas’s chest.
As both sat on the ground, trying to catch their breath, a thought occurred to Meg. The ex-angel had used her nature against her. Castiel had made Meg chase him, instead of the other way around. Clever boy. Then another thought hit her. Had she had really just creamed jeans making out with Castiel, a sexual novice? Shit, she wasn’t going to live that down anytime soon. She smiled ruefully.
Finally, she pushed on Castiel’s chest to stare into his eyes. They were radiating blue light. Meg sighed before admitting defeat.
“Okay, angel,” she said, “maybe I’m not over you. So, if you want to hang around, we’re going to play by my rules, got it?” He nodded. “First, we’re not done with the Crowley conversation. Not by a long shot. Second, we’ll spend our nights together, but during the days I’m going to train you how to fight.”
Castiel hadn’t expected those last terms.
“Train? Why?” he asked.
“Well,” Meg began to explain. “For one, all you angels’ fighting abilities boil down to this. Show up, put palms to heads. Or walk up to someone and stab them. The end. That’s just not going to cut it anymore. Second, I’ve wanted to fight you on equal grounds since I met you. Last, whooping your ass will be down payment when you eventually leave me for the Winchesters. And don’t try to deny it, you know it’s true.”
Castiel sighed. “What would you have me do?”
Her anger flared. “To choose me over them for once!” She hissed, but then she let out a breath, her temper going along with it. “But I know I’ll always play second fiddle to the boys.”
“Meg-” Castiel wanted to comfort her but didn’t know how.
“No, I get. It’s fine, really.” It really wasn’t. “So, do we have a deal?”
“Mmm.” Meg tapped a finger on her lips, looking as if this was hard a hard decision for her. “No.”
“Meg,” Castiel warned.
Instead of heading his demand, the ex-demon wrapped her arms around the ex-angel’s neck.
“Not just yet, tree topper,” Meg smiled wickedly. “Tell me do you have any kinks I should know about?”
“I,” Castiel began to say no, tilted his head in consideration, then changed his answer. “I don’t know.”
“Want to find out?” She offered.
He considered it before replying.
“I believe I would try anything at least once,” he said then added, “with you.”
A male with no sexual hang ups? Meggy likes.
She placed a quick kiss to his lips, and then smiled against his mouth.
“Good answer,” she whispered.
Over the next few months, Meg was true to her word. She whooped the shit out of Castiel as she trained him how to fight. To the ex-angel’s credit however, he was a fast learner. Recently, the battles were less one sided, although he still was usually the one who tapped out. Castiel didn’t mind any of that, however. In fact, even though he went to sleep sore and bruised, he looked forward to their bouts.
That was because their fights would almost invariably end in foreplay which would of course led to sex. Just like Meg did with hand to hand combat, she tutored the ex-angel in her knowledge of intercourse. And what an extensive amount of knowledge it was. As Castiel promised, he tried everything at least once with whatever Meg suggested. But there were times, her ideas were a little too creative. He had to tap out then as well.
Then, when both were completely exhausted by each other, they would fall asleep in each other’s arms under the bright stars in the clear black sky. Sometimes, they would talk and share their stories before drifting off to sleep. Other times, it would just be amenable silence.
That became their daily routine. Rinse, wash, repeat.
At some point, Castiel’s feelings had evolve from just being sweet on the ex-demon to being in love. He even got her to admit she felt the same; however, that took effort. Although, Sam had told him about Meg’s admission of Castiel being her unicorn, she hadn’t been so forth coming with any such declarations to him. So, the ex-angel kept Meg on edge of an orgasm for three nights straight, never giving her the release she needed until she cried out her love for him.
Of course, she paid him back in kind three-fold.
But, all good things come to an end, as they say.
The Winchesters were in trouble. Of course. They head gotten over their heads again, trying to stop a cataclysmic evil scheme. Maybe they could succeed without him, but he doubted it. At least, their chances would drastically be improved by him being at their side. He had to go.
He had to leave Meg.
Now, he stared at the back of her head as she slumbered deeply. For such a tiny person, she had such a deceptively loud snore, and he adored it. Meg currently used his forearm for a pillow, and their legs were entwined with each other. So with care, Castiel extracted himself from their embrace. After removing his arm from under head, he was afraid he had awakened her when her snoring stopped. Castiel was relieved when the sound continued.
After he stood up, he walked a slight distance away. Then, he looked up to the sky.
“Father?” He whispered.
Yes, my son? Castiel heard God’s voice in his head.
“It’s time. I need to help the Winchesters.”
I see. A pause. Do you wish to say goodbye?
Castiel took one last look at Meg. He didn’t know when or if he would ever see her again. So, he drank in the sight of her as much as he could. His gut tightened.
“No. I think it would be best not to.”
Castiel?
“Yes, Father?”
You’re an idiot with women.
Castiel sighed.
But it’s your choice.
Castiel’s eyes stayed on the ex-demon as he disappeared from the Garden of Eden.
Immediately after Cas’s departure, Meg’s eyes popped open. She had heard the entire one side of Castiel’s exchange with God. Even though she knew this day would come, it brought her little comfort right now. Currently, there was an iron fist squeezing her heart, and it wasn’t letting go anytime soon. Slowly, Meg turned over to where the angel had lain next to her. She curled herself in a ball, falling asleep once more to Castiel’s fleeting scent and warmth.
Chris: It's still an interesting debate of why it's Meg that Castiel is sweet on.
Jo: My theory is that he felt a certain kind of attraction to her, which is what being a grey asexual means. He experienced some sexual attraction, only very rarely. He was at the very least intrigued by Meg since the circle of fire and even more so after watching the porno. it was like "Wait... I can do that? I can just kiss you? Okay, then!" And he went for it.
Chris: And I agree with that, but why her? I think you're right that it had to be intrigue plus some physical attraction. A mix of her sass, bravado, physical appearance and similar life experiences.
Abi: If we go by what Rachel has said, a lot of even the initial attraction was on an intellectual level. I think he didn't expect a demon to be so clever (or so genuinely devoted to another being) and that interested him. And likely reminded him a bit of himself as well.
Jo: That too. Meg having a code of conduct or principles to rule her life by set her apart from other demons. On the other hand, I wouldn't put it above Castiel being attracted to this particular demon precisely because of her demon-ness.
Abi: Though not without finding that a little upsetting in and of itself. In a sort of "Why am I like this?" way.
Chris: "This makes me feel uncomfortable but I don't not like it."
Jo: "This better not awake anything in me... aaaand there it is."
You know what’s up Tea. For everyone else: A writing workout: Make amusing dialogue with Castiel and Meg over something mundane like opening a jar of pickles. If you like it give me some feedback. I’ve been gone for a while and feel like I’ve lost touch with the characters’ personalities.
That Damn Pickle Jar
Meg groaned and sweat beaded her forehead. Taught muscles clenched and her lithe body contorted to find a better angle. Her hand could barely fit around, and not for the first time she marveled at the heft. Meg let out another moan. Never before had she been in such a worked up state.
“Damnit!” Meg yelled as she once again failed to open the stubborn pickle jar.
Castiel appeared before her in an instant. His right hand was reaching across his side into his coat, palming the angelic blade, ready to protect his demon.
“What’s wrong?” Castiel asked, eyes gazing over the kitchen searching for danger.
“I can’t open this pickle jar,” Meg grunted through clenched teeth as she once again attempted its opening.
“Why do you want to open a pickle jar?”
Meg quit twisting the jar’s lid, and arched a brow.
“So I can get a pickle?” She said as if explaining something simple to a dimwitted child. Castiel’s jaw tightened slightly at her tone.
“You are well aware of what I meant,” He said, “Why do you want a pickle at all. You do not require nourishment.”
“Because,” She told him and went back to opening the jar. She tucked it under her left armpit as if putting the jar in a headlock and twisted the lid with her right hand. Castiel realized that was the only explanation he would get.
“FUCK!” Meg screamed as she once again couldn’t get the lid off.
“Allow me to assist,” He said putting his palm out for the jar.
“Oh would you?” Meg drawled in a mock American Southern accent, “We little ol’ demon ladies are just too dainty. What would we ever do without the angel men folk?”
“I wasn’t insinuating,” Castiel began, shaking his head.
“Whatever,” Meg said dropping the accent and tossing the jar to the angel who caught in his outstretched hand. “Knock yourself out Feathers.”
Before trying to open the jar, Castiel took a second to actually read the instructions on the lid. Meg rolled her eyes. Of course, he would. Then with his left hand palming the bottom of the jar, and his right hand on top of the lid. He twisted. The lid didn’t give. He tried a second attempt. None doing. After his third try had failed, he held the jar in front of his face and peered at it philosophically.
“The lid seems stuck.” Castiel said.
“No shit, Sherlock.” Meg said dryly. “Here.” With that, she went toward Cas, hands sliding around his waist as if to give him a hug. Instead she began to pat the angel down, hands searching. He pulled back from her.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Getting your sword,” She said, and she tried to retrieve his blade again.
“Why do you want my sword?” He asked wearily and once again stepped back out of reach. Meg sighed.
“To open the lid. Duh. You take the sword and tap the lid to loosen it,” She mimed small tapping gestures. The angel looked hard at the demon.
“My sword was forged by holy fire, and blessed by my father himself. Its purpose is to vanquish evil and protect all of Humanity.” He explained.
“What’s your point?”
“It will not be used to open a pickle jar.” He gritted out.
“Fine.” She said and grabbed the jar from his hand. “We’ll do this the old-fashioned way.”
Winding up in a perfect baseball pitcher pose, Meg held the jar behind her head. Then she threw it with all her demon might at the wall. Instead of smashing into oblivion, the jar bounced off the wall unharmed, bounced off the opposite wall, and once more bounced off the first wall. It landed hard on the ground but unscathed, rolling to Meg’s feet as if mocking her. Scratch that. It was mocking her, the demon decided.
“That’s
Just
Bullshit.” She said. Growling, she picked up the jar.
“How was that old-fashioned?” The angel asked.
“Shut up.” She said her over her shoulder. Meg moved to the table and began banging the pickle jar on its surface.
“Break damn you.” She yelled bringing the jar down on the table between each word. Castiel took this moment to peer into the fridge.
“Meg, there’s an open pickle jar in here.” He told her.
“I don’t want those pickles.” She said petulantly. “I want these pickles!” The demon declared going back to trying to twist the lid off. Castiel shut the fridge, and turned to her thoughfully.
“Have you thought this isn’t about the pickles at all?”
“What are you on about now?”
“This isn’t about eating a pickle but trying to have the unobtainable.” He said. “Just like you trying to get into Heaven in the past.”
Meg’s back stiffened at his words and she stopped fiddling with the jar. Slowly, she turned to him, eyes slits and staring daggers at the angel. With deadly grace, she began to walk toward Castiel, a panther cornering her prey. Castiel began back up.
“Excuse me?” Her voice was low and filled with warning. Castiel’s back hit the fridge. “Do you want to repeat that?”
“Um, no?” The angel said not meeting the demon’s angel eyes.
“Smart boy.” Meg whispered.
“Hey campers,” Dean’s voice filled the kitchen. He and Sam were standing in the door way. “What’s going on?” The Winchester’s voice trailed off when he spied the obvious tension in the room.
“Don’t ask.” Meg said.
“Meg is trying to open a pickle jar,” Castiel said at the same time.
“Oh,” Sam began helpfully, “Have you tried banging on the lid with a knife.” He mimed banging on the lid. Dean pointed across his body at his brother nodding his agreement at the suggestion.
“Don’t ask!” Meg snapped.
“Um, okay.” Sam was confused by her vehemence, but he knew how to take a hint.
Turning from the angel, Meg stormed out of the room, handing the jar from Hell to Sam before she walked out the door.
“Where are you going? Dean asked.
Meg yelled back, “I’m getting the Colt, and I’m going to open that damn pickle jar!”
