Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any characters affiliated stated in the latter.


So, I recently decided that my Supernatural Ship (which took forever to discover) would be Dean with Anna/Burgers, Sam with Ruby/His Laptop, Bobby with Beer/Books, and Castiel with Meg/The Bees. There's just something about the way Castiel and Meg act towards each other that makes me smile. Enjoy. P.S. Everything I write in italics is a flashback.


It seems that all my bridges have been burnt.

But you say that's exactly how this "grace" thing works.

It's not the long walk home that will change this heart.

But the welcome I receive with the restart.

- Mumford & Sons: Roll Away Your Stone -

He would never say "no" to the Winchesters. He couldn't. They were his friends and denying them felt like a sin. But it had gotten to a point where he could barely manage Heaven, himself, and that "woman." Well, she wasn't quite a woman, rather the creature inside. Her vessel was beautiful... She carried herself like she knew where she was headed and how she was going to kick some ass. Her voice was smooth, almost alluring, and the scent of the perfume she wore was intoxicating. Castiel was a walking contradiction. An Angel of the Lord having affairs with A Demon of Lucifer. But she took care of him in his time of absolute need. At first, it took him by surprise that she cared so much for him. Maybe, he thought, it was elaborate ruse to get him to fall. He was still, as Meg called it, "connected to the home office". That made him dangerous. Castiel didn't want to admit it, but he could smite Meg to bits in seconds.

If he wanted to.

And he didn't want to.

She would spend hours with him in the day-room chatting about the bees and other random facts that he would bring up. When it was time for lunch, they would eat together but exchange fewer words. They were rarely seen without one another. It occurred to Meg that Castiel's eggs were scrambled. When he took on Sam's burden, something in his head clicked and turned on the fryer. He was not as cold as he used to be. Romping around with the Brothers Grimm turned him to normalcy only slightly but after he took on the burden, he was only awake for a few weeks before passing out and never waking up. In those weeks, Meg listened to him talk about how much guilt he felt. He never knew that kind of feeling existed. She wouldn't reassure him because that's not what she was here for.

She would only listen.

One day, when they were in the day-room, the sun was beaming through like it had done for the past few days but this time, Castiel locked his gaze on the flitters of dust even harder today.

XXXXX

"They move in such peculiar ways," Castiel remarked about the dust.

Meg didn't look up from her magazine, she only sighed. "It's just dust, Clarence."

Castiel tilted his head to the side only slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "They remind me of you."

This time, his words struck her and she slapped her magazine closed. For some reason, every time Castiel complimented her she felt insulted. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He wasn't supposed to feel any admiration for her. She was here to do one thing: Watch over him. Sam and Dean had no idea how he would turn out. They didn't know if he would return to normal or stay in the looney bin for the rest of eternity. What they did know, however, was that they couldn't be there to watch him 24/7.

So she did.

Meg glared at him for a moment, "That's ridiculous. Why?"

Castiel looked at her with those blue puppy eyes and smiled wider. "They're free."

Meg laughed at him and patted his hand that sat on the table. "Honey, I'm far from free."

Castiel frowned and she knew she upset him. "You can do anything you want, Meg."

She left her hand on his and her face twisted into some sort of sadness. "That's the catch, Clarence... I can't do anything I want. At least not anymore"

Castiel's fingers curled around her small hand and she looked at him with slight confusion. She wasn't a hand holder and neither was he but maybe it was high time for them to get to know each other better.

"I think," Castiel started, sitting up on the seat, "That you think you're trapped with Crowley."

"I am." Meg retorted harshly.

Castiel shook his head and looked down at their hands intertwined within one another. His voice got much more somber, deeper than it's usual pep. "No, you're not." Castiel tightened his hold on her slightly, a comforting squeeze. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that," Meg stated solidly. She slipped her hand from under his and stood up. "Maybe you should reevaluate what you're talking about, Clarence. You think you know what's up but you're still oblivious since the first day we met."

"Don't call me that." Castiel said flatly, furrowing his eyebrows, and learning the tone from Meg. She raised an eyebrow at his sudden resort. He looked up at her, his eyes falling into that state of sadness. "I'm sorry." He said to her quietly. "I did not appreciate my tone with you, Meg." He stood up to join her wherever she was headed. "You can call me whatever you want."

Meg chuckled and appreciated his apology although it was hardly necessary. She knew Castiel was the resolving type. He didn't like to fight demons and monsters, much less his own Kin.

"Let's go, hon." Meg curled her hand into his and lead him back to his room for his pills that had no affect.

XXXXX

Dean and Sam waited for Castiel to appear. They had been praying for over an hour and there was no response. Wherever he was, it kept him busy enough to ignore the Winchesters.

"Come on..." Dean scoffed, folding his arms.

"Maybe he's in trouble," Sam said quietly.

"I doubt he's in any trouble," Dean said flatly. "He's just being difficult."

Sam shrugged, "You remember what Meg said, Dean. She said he was different now."

When Castiel woke up not only two weeks ago, Meg called. She told the boys that something was different from when he went to sleep. Something in his head turned off and it made him as harmless as the bees he acquainted himself with.

Now the brothers had to wait.

And Dean hated waiting.

He already lost Cas once and he wasn't going to lose him again. He was their brother. Although the flesh and bone did not belong to him, his feelings, if they were really there, were all his own. Castiel felt sympathy for them and perhaps love. They treated him like he was one of them and maybe that's because he was. At first, it was just Dean and Sam. On the road alone. When Dean went to Hell, it was Sam. Alone. After Castiel raised him, Dean practically owed him his life but the angel didn't want that in return. He just wanted their help.

Dean shook his head and Sam noticed his immediate distress. "I'm sick of this..." He looked up to the ceiling as if Cas was going to fall from it at any second. "Cas, we can't play sitting ducks anymore. You have to help us out, man. I know you're busy but remember what I told you? Whenever we need you, spare us at least ten seconds."

That familiar sound of ruffling wings made Dean turn to see Castiel... and Meg.

"What are you doing here?" Dean asked harshly.

Castiel glanced to Meg and his eyes then fell on Dean, confusion within them. "You... prayed for me."

Dean shook his head, "Not you," His eyes then averted to Meg. "You."

"This is how I get around," Meg toned, patting Castiel on the arm. "My little cloud-hopper."

Castiel blushed ever-so-slightly, his bright blue eyes softening at Meg's new pet name. "What can I do for you, Dean?"

The Winchester sighed deeply. "It's Crowley."

Meg's grip tightened on Castiel's arm at the mention of that name. He looked down at her, her face twisted in rage. "You called him?" Meg seethed. "What the hell compelled you to do something so stupid?"

"He had something we needed. Turns out that one thing we needed he doesn't have." Dean paced over to a little vile of blood. "He tricked us."

"You should have known better." Meg deadpanned.

Dean tossed the vile to Sam who threw it into the wastebasket. "We need his blood and I don't think he'll give it to us." Sam inquired.

Meg scoffed and took a step forward, avoiding the Devil's Trap on the floor. "You're damn skippy he wont give it to you. You'll have to fight him tooth and claw for it."

Cas dipped his head down to Meg's ear and whispered something to her causing her to smile and shake her head.

Dean pointed at Cas, "What did he say to you?"

The demon smirked and crossed her arms, "It's none of your business, Dean-O."

Sam looked to Dean who's face twisted into more rage. The fact that Meg was with Castiel enraged him. To him, it wasn't right. He was an angel and she was a damned demon. It's not like they were "together" but she was always with him. Maybe it was just Dean's automatic judgement of someone he didn't know too well. For all he knew Meg could be down-to-earth and not a cold bitch.

"Cas, what did you say to Meg?" Dean ground out.

"Dean..." Sam said quietly.

Dean held his hand up against Sam. "Castiel." He addressed him by his full name. The angel looked up at his friend, eyes blue as ever. He sighed and shifted nervously.

"I told her..." He looked to Meg who nodded to him as if she was giving him permission. "I told her that a Giant Panda can eat up to 28 pounds of bamboo a day." He smiled a bit, feeling accomplished on knowing such a fact.

Dean opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. How did he respond to something as ridiculous as that? "You know what, Cas, take a break. If we need you, we'll call you." Dean shook his head and walked over to the fridge to crack a cold one.

"I'm sorry I am not much help at the moment." Cas started. "But I'm sure I could make it up to you."

"Don't pull out the honey, Castiel." Meg mumbled under her breath.

He nodded, "Maybe another time then?"

Sam moved across the room and patted Castiel on the shoulder. "It's ok, Cas. Thank's for coming... it was good to see you."

Meg looked up to Castiel who was at least a head taller than her and noticed that his gaze was distant. "Let's go." She asked him quietly, as if he was the only other being in the room.

The angel nodded and curled his hand through Meg's and looked up at the ceiling. In a rustle of wings and loose paper that fluttered to the ground, Castiel and Meg were gone.

A/N: Well, what I thought was going to be a one shot will turn into a short multi-chapter! Meg was the hardest to write because unlike Dean, Sam, and Castiel, Meg has a very hard personality. She's really sly and meager, but she's also kick-ass and sarcastic. So getting around her traits and personality was defiantly not fun. I think I put together a whole Meg compilation on YouTube just so I could watch clips with her in them so I could character delve good enough. Anyways, what you're going to be reading is roughly at the end of season 7 and into season 8-ish.