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NOTE#1: This is the sequel to Kiss of an Angel. Here is the requested more: It's for: Sam and Dean Gurl and ChevyImpalaBaby. I would also like to thank SandyDee 84 and salote for their reviews of Ugly Truth Continued. As always, thanks for favs and alerts. Hope you like!
Chapter 1
Where do demons go to unwind and relax? To think about the future and a certain angel's kiss? Why the nearest bar they can find, of course.
Meg made a beeline for the bartender at the end of the bar; getting his attention, she told him, "Give me a bottle of the strongest shit you got."
The burly bald man behind the bar told her with a chuckle, "Honey, you couldn't handle it, why don't you run along to the liquor store down the road and pick yourself up a six pack of wine coolers. Go home and forget about what ever the guy did to you. It's always better in the morning."
Meg glared at the man her eyes flashing black for just a second before telling him, sarcastically, "I can drink you under the table any day of the week, honey."
The bartender thought he saw her eyes change color for a split second before returning to normal. He shook it off. It must have been the lights, playing tricks on him. He laughed, "Name's Max and I tell you what. If you can out drink me, your tab will be free for the night, deal?"
"It's a bet." She held out her hand waiting for him to take it. After he shook her hand sealing the bet she told him, with a tilt of her head and a slight smirk on her face. "Name's Meg."
"Honey, I should warn you, no one has ever beaten me." Max said smugly, setting up the drinks.
"Well, then tonight's the night a legend goes down, honey." With that statement she threw back her first shot. He matched her shot and set up the second ones. She gave him a grin as she tossed back the next three shots.
"Come on Max." She smiled as she saluted him with her shot glass, "Here's to hope."
As he clinked his shot glass with hers he asked her, "So what's the bum's name?" Tossing back his shot and refilling the glasses.
"He's not a bum; he plays for the other team. He can't change sides and I'm not sure if I can either." Meg told him honestly, not really thinking about the fact she was talking to a human about her feelings, a stranger.
"Meg, are you saying he's gay?" Max asks throwing back yet another shot, again matching Meg.
She choked on her shot laughing as she told Max, "He's so straight he would make a preacher look gay." placing both hands on the bar and leaning in close to emphasize her words.
"I think that is sacrilegious or something along those lines, Meg." Max said with a grin.
Meg grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it as she plopped back down, not realizing how much time she had actually had her ass planted on the bar stool, throwing back shots.
"Hey, cheating… Meg." Max said, reaching for the bottle.
"Shouldn't you be bartending, Maxy?" She asked, grinning, holding the bottle behind her out of reach.
"I own this bar… besides its past closing time, we're the only ones left in here. We've been drinking for awhile hon. Loosing track of time?" Max asked with a grin of his own.
"O." She giggled, "I think I might be loosing track of a lot of things." She stated looking around as she swayed slightly. She hadn't even really noticed how busy he'd been when she'd first arrived. She thought there had been others there, but she'd been preoccupied. Who cares, anyway, right? They weren't messing with her and her drinking. She put her mind back on track to more important things.
"Can demons and angels fall in love? Is it even possible? Can it be allowed to happen?" She asked with a slight slur to her words as she emptied the bottle. At this point not caring that the subject was a little… bizarre for humans. She needed answers.
"Anybody can fall in love. Look at Romeo and Juliet." Max said nodded opening the second bottle he'd brought over to the bar from the back counter, letting her keep the one she seemed so attached to. "It might not turn out well, but it can happen. Hell, I've even heard of a woman who fell in love with a bridge… if that's not impossible, why would demons and angels be any different?" He stated logically. At least to him, it seemed logical. Who cares anyway, right? It's all hypothetical anyway. The girl was kind of odd, but who wasn't these days? He thought with a smile.
She smiled back at him, and realized with a jolt that she had no desire to kill this man. Huh? When did that happen? Was that part of Clarence's kiss too?
She saluted Max with her next shot, "You are a wise man, Max." Throwing it back, she slammed the glass onto the countertop, tapping it twice on the bar top indicting him to refill.
"I'll tell you what little lady. Your tab is free tonight." Max said grinning, enjoying the company.
"Was there ever any doubt, Maxy?" Meg said huskily as she swayed forward to lean on the bar.
He laughed at her, "You are quite unique Meg." Then since they were the only two left Max came around and sat on the bar stool next to her.
She chuckled as she told him, "You have no idea, Max."
A couple more shots and she was asking advice on how to change who she was…
"I mean…" She slurred as continued, "Can a zebra change its spots?"
"Huh?" Max asked, a little past drunk himself.
"Can an evil person change to be with a good person? Is that possible?" The slurring of words didn't faze Max, because he was doing a fine job of that himself.
"Yeah… I member a story my grandsather used to tell me about his grandsather who was a real bad person… a banssk robbers who killed people without blinking an eye and he changeded his ways sor the love of a woman. Nsever did anysthing bad again."
"So you think it's possible to be forgiven and be allowed a second chance even for a really, really, really bad person?" She stared at him intently, waiting for his response.
"Yep, I do." Then the big burly 'never been beaten- I can out drink anyone' man passed out.
She snickered as she threw back her last shot, patting him on the back as she headed out, changing the open sign to closed as she shut the door behind her to let him sleep it off on his own. She had a lot of things to think about.
As she walked she wondered if she could even be allowed by either side to be something different then what she was now. Was that possible? She remembered Ruby, she had only pretended to turn good and she'd been hunted by fellow demons… she only pretended to turn good to hurt Sam and Dean. She divided and then she conquered. Shrapnel was still falling over that Bitch's antics. But was she any better? She had pretended to be Sam's friend, and then when she got the chance she tried to kill their dad. And them. Later, she possessed Sam, nearly killing Dean; would have killed Bobby given the chance. Twice. She had done many horrible things while wearing Sam, a lot he probably still didn't remember. That didn't even cover a sliver of the chaos she was responsible for.
Even if she could be forgiven by God and given a second chance would the Winchester boys give her that chance as well? Could she even ask them to? She really didn't have the right to ask. She had tortured them too many times. She knew that.
If they wouldn't forgive her then their own personal angel probably wouldn't either. Shit. Once again her hand lifts to her lips as she brushed her hand lightly across them as she remembered Clarence's kiss.
TBC