Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. This is a merely a fan based piece of Fiction. Contains Megstiel and a friendship between Gabriel and Meg. Review after reading please?
Meg's eyes flung open as she leaped to her feet. She hadn't just vanished like she assumed she would, while her bruises and patches of sore skin had been reverted back to a healthier state. Her hair was still damaged, but she knew she couldn't be picky.
The wind was being nuisance, assaulting her with grains of dirt and biting her skin with flecks of frost.
The absence of noise wasn't frightening, Meg was a demon. Telling herself this didn't make her heart-beats any calmer.
" A demon afterlife. God is getting soft." She muttered to her self trudging forward in the dark. This territory was not Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory, so what was it? After walking in solitary started to seem in vain, she turned her head up to the sky.
"Hey! Clarence, get your feathery ass down here! I'm exhausted and bored and I want to have some fun with you!" Meg's one-sided conversation with the sky carried on, "I hope you know I'm not praying! I watched over you, you owe me!" Nothing. "Damn it, stop being a little tease! I'm praying to you!" She kicked the dead leaves before slumping herself against a tree. With no one to challenge her, she found herself alone. she detested this ache for companionship, she never felt this alien emotion before.
Then familiar sound of flapping wings pierced the silence, Meg turning around more hopefully than she'll admit.
"Someone has been having a little tantrum. Did you stub your toe or are you just having a bad day?" The voice was drowning in smugness and sarcasm to match her own. This wasn't Castiel. She pulled out her knife, the one she died with.
"Bad day, I wanted to move some furniture but instead I might be moving your carcass into a hole." He chuckled, not at all affected by her threat. The stranger had brown hair reaching slightly above his shoulders with casual clothes that had certainly seen better days.
"Careful with that sharp knife, princess."
"This will be inside you, and I don't mean in a good way, if you don't shut up." This threat also bounced off him.
"I am a archangel and all, but a common black-eyed demon can certainly be the end of me."
An archangel? She assumed the wings she heard earlier was merely leaves or delirium. She took a defensive stance.
He chuckled, "And apparently you have the hots for one of my brothers. You didn't even bother to ask my permission!" He gave a false pout, laughing afterwards.
We didn't properly introduce ourselves. I'm Meg, and you?" She got along (maybe more than just got along) with an angel before, she at least had to make an attempt. She mentally scolded herself for this thought. What a softie.
"I'm Gabriel. Put that knife away before I have to get my hands dirty, sweetie."
She was compliant, mostly due to fear.
"Where exactly am I? And cut the flirting."
"When mommy and daddy love each other very much-" Gabriel was met with dissaproving stares. "Not sure myself. Some of my brothers and sisters call it Void. Not much of a big deal."
A/N; I hope it wasn't short or boring and had tons of horrific grammar. Review or Meg will never be reunited with her unicorn, or at least favorite.