Castiel caressed Meg's pale, cold face, turned side wards, towards him. Her eyes were open, but they were not seeing. Summoning up the little strength within him, he felt the familiar burning sensation stream through his finger tips, and suddenly, Meg shot up with a sharp intake of the cold night air. Castiel smiled.
"Unicorn?" Meg whispered, clutching her chest.
"I don't understand that reference." He whispered back, and leaned into kiss her red lips, her hand stroked his face, and Castiel repeated this. When their lips departed, they stared for a while. Meg gazing into his deep blue eyes, rimmed with a green tint, and Castiel looking back into her hazel eyes, knowing that they weren't really hers, but not really caring.
"Come on. We have work to do." Castiel said, and gripped her hand tightly until she was firmly on the ground, and even then, he didn't let go.