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verucasalt123Title: Maps For The Getaway
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Meg/Cas
Word Count: 3925
Summary: Meg realizes while she's caring for Castiel in the hospital that her feelings for him are scarily affectionate. When he wakes up, everything changes. (An alternate version of events following Castiel's S7 hospitalization)
The fun part of this story started with a bee. One tiny, stupid bee.
It had been weeks at this point since Meg had volunteered to stay at the hospital with Castiel. She tried to give herself what she considered to be acceptable reasons why she had made that decision in the first place.
Obviously, his friends had abandoned him there.
Which didn’t exactly make the angel her responsibility.
But hey, you never know when it will be helpful to have an angel in your pocket (or on your side, or whatever).
Not right now, obviously. Castiel was still practically catatonic.
Catatonic was an improvement from the very beginning of his stay there, screaming for hours at a time, crying uncontrollably, cowering in a corner from whatever his brain was making him see.
And wasn’t that just another thing about his friends. Castiel welcomed the madness willingly, and his current condition was a direct result of him healing Sam Winchester. That act was clearly not enough to make either him or his brother stay, Meg assumed.
He was already starting to get better, though. The damage was extensive, but eventually, that angel Grace would work its way through and fix him right back up. And he’d be on her side, an exceptionally powerful ally against any adversary. Even Crowley. Even...well, she couldn’t be sure, but he would at least consider protecting her from the Winchesters. Probably.
If he came out of this. If he recognized how she had protected and cared for him.
It wasn’t often that Meg let herself step back and look at the big picture. She’d been an unapologetic Lucifer loyalist for...well, forever. Lucifer’s presence was a constant thread woven through the story of her current situation. Had it not been for Lucifer, she would never have met Castiel. She would never have met Dean or Sam (well, the thing with Sam was slightly more complicated, she supposed, maybe a bit more Azazel-related).
She couldn’t really blame the Winchesters for leaving Castiel here at the hospital. She wanted to be angry with them, but Meg knew that the stakes were exceptionally high right now. Someone had to keep up the fight against the Leviathan. Those monsters hated angels and demons just as much as they hated humans. The Leviathan weren’t looking for allies - they didn’t need allies. And there was no question that were they not stopped and exterminated, the entire planet would be theirs to do with as they pleased.
Dean and Sam had been on the job since those things had shown up, and no one had a better shot at the chompers than they did.
Meg had taken a small apartment one block south of the hospital, but even when she wasn’t working, she took every precaution and she laid low - as low as possible. There were quick trips in and out of the liquor store, but she didn’t drink in bars. Even way out here, there was never a guarantee that there wouldn’t be someone (or something) that recognized her, or at least was able to tell that she wasn’t human.
She didn’t want any attention at all. She just wanted to stay there and keep watch over Castiel’s progress. The Winchesters did, at the very least, call to check in every once in a while, to ask her if there was any change, any improvement, any trouble.
And if they called this week, Meg would actually have news for them. Castiel still wasn’t very responsive, but he was opening his eyes more often. Focusing, actually - it seemed that he was starting to recognize his surroundings. And then it happened. Meg leaned in to adjust his blanket and he raised his hand, weakly gripping her wrist. It was just a whisper, but his blue eyes were trained directly on her when he used up every bit of strength he had in that moment to make a sound.
“Meg.”
She nodded, yes, but his eyes had closed again and his hand had dropped back onto the bed. He probably wouldn’t move again for days.
It’s not like she didn’t see it coming. Meg could sense his Grace, she could feel it getting stronger, repairing the damage, attempting to patch up the spots where insanity had ravaged his mind.
She knew it wasn’t supposed to feel… well, pleasant in any way. To a demon, the sensation of an angel’s Grace should be off-putting, to say the least. Meg had felt it before, in the presence of other angels. It wasn’t painful, really; the best way Meg could describe it was that it just felt like something she wasn’t supposed to touch.
It hadn’t been that way with Castiel, though. The first time he touched her, he’d thrown her into holy fire. The fire was excruciatingly painful, but once she had gotten her wits about her, she’d realized that Castiel’s touch wasn’t what she’d expected. It definitely felt like something she wasn’t supposed to touch, but in a different way. In the way that demons took no pleasure in feeling something pure and clean and beautiful. It threw her off a bit, but she figured it was just a fluke, or possibly that she’d imagined it.
Until a year later, when her usual flirty innuendo went a little too far and he’d kissed her in the hallway of that awful warehouse building. And he didn’t just kiss her, he pressed his entire body against her, ran his hands through her hair, even touched her face despite the fact that he was easily able to see her true demonic countenance underneath the pretty girl she was wearing.
Meg had obviously been flirty with Castiel - in the past, all the way up through their trip here to the hospital. But that was kind of her thing. She had plenty of sex. No reason not to, really. And she flirted with Sam Winchester. She kissed his brother Dean; once she had even climbed into his lap. She’d never been big on the whole ‘consent’ thing.
The moment when Cas had kissed her back in that warehouse changed something in her. He did it because he wanted to. He wasn’t being held still, he wasn’t tied up, he wasn’t incapacitated. Meg never thought that the angel would feel genuine desire for her. And now, of course, with all that had happened, maybe he’d never feel it again. It had been long enough at this point that she’d learned never to let her feelings for Castiel show. It was difficult for Meg to accept the existence of those feelings at all.
But here she was, in frumpy boring nurse scrubs and comfortable shoes, heading once again to the room where Cas was convalescing. Meg imagined that moving his hand and speaking her name a couple of days earlier had probably used up all the energy he’d be able to expend for quite some time. It was all right. She could be patient.
Opening his door, she wondered why the lights were off. She always left them on. It only took a handful of seconds for her to observe the dark room and the empty bed and only the slightest hint of an angel’s Grace left behind for her to realize that he was gone. She tried not to panic, but that was no easy feat.
If Castiel had left on his own, it would mean that his healing process had sped up incredibly rapidly. If he hadn’t left on his own - well, that wasn’t something Meg felt she could even process right now. It certainly wouldn’t be anything good. No one who was friendly would have taken him out of that hospital without letting Meg know. Hell, even the Winchesters would have done her the courtesy of stopping in to say they were taking her angel away.
Wait, her angel? Meg shook it off. She didn’t want to think about affection or desire right now.
She needed to find Cas, but of course she didn’t have the slightest clue where to start looking. Would he be able to find his way around the hospital? Would he be able to find his way out? Thankfully they were in a fairly isolated area - there were some rural roads and a whole lot of woods, that was pretty much all.
And then it caught her eye - the lights hadn’t been turned off, the bulbs were shattered. There was no way for Meg to tell if that was a good sign or a bad sign. If he woke up and his Grace went a little wonky, well, that would be understandable. But if someone or something had tried to take him and he had reached for his Grace as a way to defend himself…
Chapter Two: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/273901.html
Artist:
ideareRating: PG
Pairing: Meg/Cas
Word Count: 3925
Summary: Meg realizes while she's caring for Castiel in the hospital that her feelings for him are scarily affectionate. When he wakes up, everything changes. (An alternate version of events following Castiel's S7 hospitalization)
The fun part of this story started with a bee. One tiny, stupid bee.
It had been weeks at this point since Meg had volunteered to stay at the hospital with Castiel. She tried to give herself what she considered to be acceptable reasons why she had made that decision in the first place.
Obviously, his friends had abandoned him there.
Which didn’t exactly make the angel her responsibility.
But hey, you never know when it will be helpful to have an angel in your pocket (or on your side, or whatever).
Not right now, obviously. Castiel was still practically catatonic.
Catatonic was an improvement from the very beginning of his stay there, screaming for hours at a time, crying uncontrollably, cowering in a corner from whatever his brain was making him see.
And wasn’t that just another thing about his friends. Castiel welcomed the madness willingly, and his current condition was a direct result of him healing Sam Winchester. That act was clearly not enough to make either him or his brother stay, Meg assumed.
He was already starting to get better, though. The damage was extensive, but eventually, that angel Grace would work its way through and fix him right back up. And he’d be on her side, an exceptionally powerful ally against any adversary. Even Crowley. Even...well, she couldn’t be sure, but he would at least consider protecting her from the Winchesters. Probably.
If he came out of this. If he recognized how she had protected and cared for him.
It wasn’t often that Meg let herself step back and look at the big picture. She’d been an unapologetic Lucifer loyalist for...well, forever. Lucifer’s presence was a constant thread woven through the story of her current situation. Had it not been for Lucifer, she would never have met Castiel. She would never have met Dean or Sam (well, the thing with Sam was slightly more complicated, she supposed, maybe a bit more Azazel-related).
She couldn’t really blame the Winchesters for leaving Castiel here at the hospital. She wanted to be angry with them, but Meg knew that the stakes were exceptionally high right now. Someone had to keep up the fight against the Leviathan. Those monsters hated angels and demons just as much as they hated humans. The Leviathan weren’t looking for allies - they didn’t need allies. And there was no question that were they not stopped and exterminated, the entire planet would be theirs to do with as they pleased.
Dean and Sam had been on the job since those things had shown up, and no one had a better shot at the chompers than they did.
Meg had taken a small apartment one block south of the hospital, but even when she wasn’t working, she took every precaution and she laid low - as low as possible. There were quick trips in and out of the liquor store, but she didn’t drink in bars. Even way out here, there was never a guarantee that there wouldn’t be someone (or something) that recognized her, or at least was able to tell that she wasn’t human.
She didn’t want any attention at all. She just wanted to stay there and keep watch over Castiel’s progress. The Winchesters did, at the very least, call to check in every once in a while, to ask her if there was any change, any improvement, any trouble.
And if they called this week, Meg would actually have news for them. Castiel still wasn’t very responsive, but he was opening his eyes more often. Focusing, actually - it seemed that he was starting to recognize his surroundings. And then it happened. Meg leaned in to adjust his blanket and he raised his hand, weakly gripping her wrist. It was just a whisper, but his blue eyes were trained directly on her when he used up every bit of strength he had in that moment to make a sound.
“Meg.”
She nodded, yes, but his eyes had closed again and his hand had dropped back onto the bed. He probably wouldn’t move again for days.
It’s not like she didn’t see it coming. Meg could sense his Grace, she could feel it getting stronger, repairing the damage, attempting to patch up the spots where insanity had ravaged his mind.
She knew it wasn’t supposed to feel… well, pleasant in any way. To a demon, the sensation of an angel’s Grace should be off-putting, to say the least. Meg had felt it before, in the presence of other angels. It wasn’t painful, really; the best way Meg could describe it was that it just felt like something she wasn’t supposed to touch.
It hadn’t been that way with Castiel, though. The first time he touched her, he’d thrown her into holy fire. The fire was excruciatingly painful, but once she had gotten her wits about her, she’d realized that Castiel’s touch wasn’t what she’d expected. It definitely felt like something she wasn’t supposed to touch, but in a different way. In the way that demons took no pleasure in feeling something pure and clean and beautiful. It threw her off a bit, but she figured it was just a fluke, or possibly that she’d imagined it.
Until a year later, when her usual flirty innuendo went a little too far and he’d kissed her in the hallway of that awful warehouse building. And he didn’t just kiss her, he pressed his entire body against her, ran his hands through her hair, even touched her face despite the fact that he was easily able to see her true demonic countenance underneath the pretty girl she was wearing.
Meg had obviously been flirty with Castiel - in the past, all the way up through their trip here to the hospital. But that was kind of her thing. She had plenty of sex. No reason not to, really. And she flirted with Sam Winchester. She kissed his brother Dean; once she had even climbed into his lap. She’d never been big on the whole ‘consent’ thing.
The moment when Cas had kissed her back in that warehouse changed something in her. He did it because he wanted to. He wasn’t being held still, he wasn’t tied up, he wasn’t incapacitated. Meg never thought that the angel would feel genuine desire for her. And now, of course, with all that had happened, maybe he’d never feel it again. It had been long enough at this point that she’d learned never to let her feelings for Castiel show. It was difficult for Meg to accept the existence of those feelings at all.
But here she was, in frumpy boring nurse scrubs and comfortable shoes, heading once again to the room where Cas was convalescing. Meg imagined that moving his hand and speaking her name a couple of days earlier had probably used up all the energy he’d be able to expend for quite some time. It was all right. She could be patient.
Opening his door, she wondered why the lights were off. She always left them on. It only took a handful of seconds for her to observe the dark room and the empty bed and only the slightest hint of an angel’s Grace left behind for her to realize that he was gone. She tried not to panic, but that was no easy feat.
If Castiel had left on his own, it would mean that his healing process had sped up incredibly rapidly. If he hadn’t left on his own - well, that wasn’t something Meg felt she could even process right now. It certainly wouldn’t be anything good. No one who was friendly would have taken him out of that hospital without letting Meg know. Hell, even the Winchesters would have done her the courtesy of stopping in to say they were taking her angel away.
Wait, her angel? Meg shook it off. She didn’t want to think about affection or desire right now.
She needed to find Cas, but of course she didn’t have the slightest clue where to start looking. Would he be able to find his way around the hospital? Would he be able to find his way out? Thankfully they were in a fairly isolated area - there were some rural roads and a whole lot of woods, that was pretty much all.
And then it caught her eye - the lights hadn’t been turned off, the bulbs were shattered. There was no way for Meg to tell if that was a good sign or a bad sign. If he woke up and his Grace went a little wonky, well, that would be understandable. But if someone or something had tried to take him and he had reached for his Grace as a way to defend himself…
Chapter Two: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/273901.html
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Date: 2017-02-13 07:13 pm (UTC)Maps For The Getaway
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