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azazel absolutely made his children spar against one another. in fact, he would tell both meg and tom that they were his favorite, but never in front of one another. he never wanted them to particularly like each other. he wanted their only focus to be on his love and devotion to him, and of course the master plan. any other type of feelings/distractions he felt would become a problem. he made the two of them just in case the other were to fail - and to use them as motivators.
"i try to stay away from folks like you," the shapeshifter nearly sneers, but he refrains from letting the bite bleed through his timbre. admittedly, the shapeshifter aims to stay away from any other supernatural creatures; he has his own game to play for the time being. after living for too long, it's been a while since the shapeshifter had some fun, like hunting and trailing down the youngest braeden. "how 'bout we both just go on our own ways, hmm?" @thcrnypain.
Admittedly, Meg had never cared much for the elder Winchester's spawn. Of course, she had bigger, better things to focus on - such as the rise, and later fall, of Lucifer and planning on Crowley's demise. Sure, she knew about him. She had heard the whispers. He just wasn't part of the plan. Yet, here he was. She hadn't necessarily planned on bumping into him - in fact, she wanted to stay as far away from anything that slightly smelled of Winchester as possible. This was merely by chance, and she could see right through the disguise.
"Aw, thanks. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. At least when I want to play dress up, I can wear the outfit instead of making a new one. It's a hell of a lot easier that way."
note: i'm turning this meme on its head a bit. this is from the pov of the "host" azazel used to create tom and meg.
tw for body horror, gore, childbirth, pregnancy, religious abuse. putting this under the cut because it's LONG.
meme & accepting
Sharp claws dug through skin. Her screams pierced the air . . . yet no one was going to come to save her. This was her own doing, her own deal she had made with the yellow-eyed angel that had come to her from above. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Childbirth was supposed to be a miracle - yet every minute she spent carrying her children, she felt weaker and weaker. She had supposed that this was normal - a mother was supposed to do anything for her children. Yet, by the end, she could barely eat, drink, walk, or even sleep.
She was plagued by dreams of fire, brimstone, and dark creatures slashing her skin. Creatures shaped by thorns, a sharp tail, skulls, and bat-like wings. The glistening of the yellow-eyed angel's eyes in the background, a sick smile twisted along his face. She thought he was an angel . . . how could he watch her be torn open again and again? She woke up twisted in her sheets, in a cold sweat.
She had tried to describe this to her husband, yet he said she was sick. That with daily prayer, God would heal her dreams. He was testing her after bestowing her with the gift of life after all - the yellow eyed angel had come from above due to their devout faith. With that, she continued her daily prayer, just as her husband suggested. Her symptoms only worsened.
She began speaking in tongues by the sixth month during these nightmares. She began to reawaken covered in blood, laying facedown and undressed on the edge of the woods. The slashes that she had believed were in her dreams, began to appear on her skin, oozing and infected. Her husband demanded the pastor and doctor - both who had deemed her as dabbling with witchcraft. That she must have lied about the yellow-eyed angel to cover up her misdeeds. She clearly was possessed and being punished by God for breaking faith.
The final months, she spent confined to a bed in the basement of the church. Her prayers were replaced by laughter and demands in Latin. She was doused in holy water hourly, her skin becoming crisp and burnt, her black pupils encompassing her once brown eyes. The children inside of her writhed in pain.
The yellow-eyed angel came to her one final time. He was no angel. His once bright, white angelic wings were now crisped - burnt to black. Blood dripped from them, as his beautiful angelic face turned skeletal. Those yellow eyes glowed through his empty sockets, and the same twisted grin on his face. He told her that he was here for his children. Not hers - his. That's when the unbearable pain began.
Her skin was stretched and torn, bloody and broken as her children crawled out. The creatures in her dreams - it was them. They had plagued her dreams for months, it was them who had been causing her to speak in tongues, waking up in unknown places covered in blood. They had taken her as their vessel as they grew, sucking on her like a leech, and once they had taken every ounce of her, they tore her open and became reborn.
Her final memory was the yellow-eyed demons twisted grin as he gathered his children. She awoke on their rack in Hell.
so silly how in goodbye stranger cas beat dean inches from death but when it came to meg he was like š„ŗ ādo i have to kill her???ā. i mean she ended up being killed regardless much to his dismay but i still think about that all of the time
on monday was my og megiversary! 14 years! in november will be this blogs anniversary. enjoy my original meg post that started it all! i was 14 years old and 2 years deep into the instagram rp community (yes, that was a thing). this instagram is still around to this day. post is under the cut.
the winchesters be like āokay meg if you trust us so much put all of your weapons on the tableā and she rolls her eyes and sighs, opening up her mouth to argue, but she doesnāt because cas is looking at her, and she empties her jacket of one angel blade. theyāre just like āthat canāt be itā and she sighs again and takes another angel blade out of her jacket. this occurs like ten times before the table is full of various weapons (knives, brass knuckles, guns, even a dart shooter). she just grumbles to herself and leaves the room to grab another beer (the last one of course, just to piss dean off).
when a character is empty-handed & surrounded by weapons pointed at them but they're calm and maybe even smiling, and the attackers are the ones who look afraid??? very sexy i think
yeah in season six meg and castiel were absolutely in some sort of kahoots before caged heat. the way he called her an abomination as if to throw the winchesterās off while looking like a puppy that just did something bad, the way that she looked him up and down with that smirk on her face like she was ready to devour him whole, like she knew that he was hiding what they were doing . . .
nothing serious, but just meg trying to dig her talons into something else to protect herself, and getting in a little too deep.
