Seven Sins are: Wrath, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, Pride

Anon Prompt: Meg finds out about Cas' introduction to burgers and gluttony… so she wants to see how many other deadly sins she can lure him into committing. She works up to lust, 'cause it's nice to leave the best for last. Cas knows what she's doing and instead of resisting treats it like an experiment.

The first sin is covered already by SPN… so I kept with the six remaining. Written for the Tumblr Megstiel fans, for fun of course and I loves my megstiel prompts. No real timeline but best follows from their first meeting to season six.

Violence, swearing, sex. yada yada

Cardinal Sins

Sin: Pride

Meg had heard the rumours about the angel. Well, pretty much in the demon grapevine any angel who caused the least bit of a ruckus got immediate attention. Demons were masochistic like that; they liked to see what might be coming to kill them in the near future. Since Lucifer had been trapped all over again and stories that there were trouble brewing in Heaven, Meg was definitely paying attention. She tended to pay attention when whispers and rumours spread that could affect how she planned and schemed. It was how she had survived so long; her ability to tell the truth from lies was rather unparalleled and it kept her alive and fighting. Many other demons had gone under the radar at the mention of a Heavenly war.

But not her.

She ignored the rumours Crowley was spreading that Lucifer had been going to sacrifice her demon kind. It didn't sway her. He hadn't meant it; he was her father, he loved her! Even during his punishment for her failure she had told herself that it was out of love. Love was invariably blind, she thought to herself once before dismissing it as disloyal to a cause she'd devoted herself to. Then he was trapped again and she was floating free.

Instead of listening to the gossip, Meg applied herself to learning more and more about angels. Things that her own teachers would never have told her and soon enough she had enough sources to hear the first tidbits of gossip before anyone else.

She'd heard of the sins of the angel, hints of it more than fact. It was nothing more than a story, a fairy-tale maybe, of an angel who'd been forced to commit the cardinal sin of gluttony, which was hilarious to any decent demon. Except hearing about it had perked up her ears because it was the who, not the why, that interested her. When it came to Castiel, who was responsible for some considerable pain and humiliation on her part, Meg wanted to know everything. It was like reading a seedy tabloid to her: so addictive and almost fattening with the amount of lies mixed within the bits of truth. An angel who was so close to falling caused the sadist in her to perk up and almost beg to be let out.

She was supposed to fear angels.

But this angel? Oh, he was delicious. Like dark chocolate and whiskey to her. She'd thought of so many ways in which he would taste against her mouth, nearly always in the most vile of ways. Something about his devotion had made her want to sink her nails into his back and tear those disgusting wings out. To make him weep at his own devotion and beg for release from that meatsuit of his.

Still, with Lucifer gone and Crowley sniffing around looking to destroy any competition while acting all douchey and kingly, she had time on her hands. Nothing else occupied her thoughts as much as the idea that maybe that bastard angel could be pulled down a few notches. That he could be shown he was no better than her.

Like a sharp blade, Meg wanted to know how much sin she could stab into the angel before he either collapsed or the hilt of the blade snapped off.

"Dear Bastard God, who doth make me vastly irritated because he never brought me the pretty pony I wanted so badly when I was a little girl, please send me the strongest angel in your army so I can sit on his lap and see what rises," Meg prayed aloud mockingly as she spun around the parking lot. Ok so, she was a little drunk; well... as drunk as a demon could get on six bottles of vodka. So caught up in causing problems and getting the nerve up to try to fight an angel, she had bent all her mind and power on Castiel while still downing her bottles to keep her nerve up.

What she wanted from him was a little on the murky side but she was feeling lucky. Maybe she would get lucky and they wouldn't send something nastier than the angel she wanted to sin with. Such as a very pissed off Archangel. Shit. Maybe this plan was a bad one...

"Demons don't call out for angels normally," Castiel's voice answered her blasphemy with weary disgust. He stood just behind her, close enough that she could feel that stinking Grace wrapping around her like a thick fog. "I suppose that suicide isn't above you cowardly creatures."

Meg spun slowly on her heel, and jutted out her hips provocatively before she smirked at him. Castiel hadn't changed a wink since she'd seen him last. He was still in that meatsuit, still with that devout air and still looking at her with a mixture of disgust, rage and fascination.

"Hi, baby. Long time no see. What's shakin'?"

Castiel's head tipped a little. "You didn't pray for chatter, I hope."

"Maybe I did." She fluffed her hair flirtatiously and rubbed her hands down her neck towards her breasts. "Girl gets lonely."

"I have things to do." Castiel raised a hand and she twisted around him before he could make contact. He didn't try to force it. He just watched her from deep blue eyes that made her stomach twist with the hunger to eat them like candy pieces.

"I did have a reason for praying. But my poor demon brain can't possibly remember it," she teased and Castiel followed her as she spun around the parking lot like a child. Grudgingly, he watched with some interest. The same way he might have looked at a bug he was going to step on.

"You prayed to God..." he started and she grinned as she came to a stop.

"For the strongest angel. So why did you show up?" Meg arched a brow and jutted out her chin defiantly. Something about her snarky words, at her insinuation that he wasn't the one she wanted, seemed to ruffle him and he looked at his feet as if the leather shoes fascinated him.

"Because I am."

"You sure? 'Cause unless I lost count, there's still one Archangel that outranks you, Clarence."

"God brought me back for a reason."

Meg almost giggled because this was so... so easy. She hadn't really thought it would be tricky, this part of her project; angels had a self-righteousness that matched any demon's self-loathing.

"Maybe it was because you fill out your meatsuit so nicely. God must be hard up for some sweet ass."

He growled and launched himself at her but she was out of his way fast. She wasn't slow and he would have a hard time cornering her.

"Can't say I'm complaining," she admitted as she stood atop the hood of a car. Castiel stared up at her and Meg crouched, her head tilting to look at him closely. She lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers. "I'd want a piece too. You are positively fattening for a girl like me."

"A demon," he corrected.

"Po-tate-oh po-tat-oh, Clarence. I haven't wanted to see who the strongest angel was before. But now? I'm bored and I can just feel it all around us. I can feel you. It's a thrilling ride for me... if not a bit disgusting because you're reeking God's will and righteousness like a skunk." She leered at him and if he'd been mortal he would have blushed.

"I'm not interested."

But there was a slight hesitation in the way he said it, in the way he looked to the side before his eyes met hers as if her words had struck a chord. And she knew she had him. He was proud, this angel. She'd picked the perfect time, getting to him before Crowley. This angel was seething with power and God's light and he believed he'd been picked by God for some great purpose.

That he was probably being punished was over his head. He still loved his father the way she devoutly loved hers.

She decided to try for another sin since pride had been easy.

Meg tilted her head back and laughed. "Oh, feathers... I think you are interested. What would Daddy say?"

"Abomination," he began and his eyes were like blue stone they were so cold.

She blinked out as fast as she could when she saw his advance, knowing she was pushing too hard. One was good enough for now. The demon spent the next three hours getting drunker than ever before and wondering if she potentially had bitten off more than she could chew.

Sin: Greed

Castiel was sitting on a park bench, watching a playground full of people, when she found him again. Staring at his hands, he looked somehow lost and Meg carefully approached, biting into her ice cream bar lusciously. Next to blood on her tongue, chocolate was her favourite thing. She had felt him come to this town, the way a cat might feel an earthquake long before it happened, and she had tracked him discreetly. Not once had she lost him and now that he was alone, without his angel or hunter posse, she felt like trying him out again after all these weeks.

Delicious creature. She was addicted to his hopelessness and his faith.

Sensing her, Castiel tensed and looked up at her approach but the surrounding people kept her safe and tucked in her little meatsuit still. She didn't stop moving towards him and didn't drop the bag she carried either. It would have ruined the effect to admit that the look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. She was known for being ridiculously brave in impossible situations and she wasn't about to let an angel prove that any different.

Meg sat beside him with a flourish and ignored the way he moved over several inches to keep from touching her. "So what's the word, gorgeous?"

"Why are you here, demon?" Castiel demanded, his gravely voice kept low to keep the humans from noticing their mutual tension.

She bit into her ice cream, letting the cream chocolate smear across her lips, and shrugged. "Bored."

"I want to be alone."

"And I want to have endless orgasms but things like that just don't happen for creatures like us. Get used to it." She licked a bit of chocolate from her lower lip. "So. I bet you were looking for something here."

"It's not here."

"So sad, too bad." Meg sucked noisily on the end of the bar and smacked her lips. "Guess life sucks for you, eh?"

"Why?" He was watching her out of the corner of his eye, she could tell by the way the blue storm in them seemed to track the movement of her lips, and she swiped her tongue against her lip deliberately.

"Rumour has it that you aren't strong enough to fight your brother." She leaned forward into him like a conspirator. "Join the club."

"I'm stronger than you by far," he declared and shifted away. Meg laughed and she pulled a bottle out of the bag with her free hand. The ice cream was melting all over her fingers but she let him watch the way it oozed over her fingers. He looked a bit confused about her desire to eat, not to mention sit with him, and if he was confused he was less likely to gank her.

"You are just so fucking adorable when you're in denial." Her teeth snapped together like a reptile biting into prey and she saw him jump. Unscrewing the cap of her vodka, she took a deep gulp and wiped her mouth while enjoying the burn down her throat. "But denial is deep."

"I can't smite you in the open, you know that."

"Mmhmm. Your pride won't let you."

He stared at her and Meg met his eyes. For one brief moment she had the feeling he knew what she was up to. There was too much... knowing in that gaze.

"But anyway," she deflected. "You know what impresses a gal?"

"I've no interest in you."

"Oh yes you do." She rested a hand behind him and turned a little. "Because you haven't put any really effort into smokin' me out yet."

"Give me time."

"I've got eternity. Do you?" Meg asked and she smiled at him. "Back to you, Clarence. What's this I hear about you gathering weaponry?"

"It's not of any interest to you."

"How many weapons do you have?" She leaned in a little and this time he didn't move away though her breasts pushed against his arm. "Are they shiny and hard? Bet they're real big."

"Enough. Will you go please?"

"So... you're hoarding them? How cute. It's like a little girl with pigtails stashing all her Barbies so the other girls won't take them."

"I'm safeguarding them."

"You know," she said, and his head turned. They were far too close for his comfort and Meg pressed in closer just to irritate him. His eyes twitched at the corners and she tilted her head so her dark hair brushed his shoulder. "When I was human, the idea of hoarding was just plain greedy."

"I'm not greedy."

"No... of course not. Just devoted, right?" she snarled against his ear. "When does devotion become a sin for you angels? You are greedy. You want 'em all to yourself or you'd be passing them out to your brothers without question, wouldn't you? You would trust them with the knowledge of what you're really doing."

Castiel stiffened and before Meg could move his hand was wrapped around her throat. The quick movement forced her to drop her ice cream bar onto the dirt and the bottle dropped to rest between her legs.

"What are you trying to say?" he demanded and she arched a little to relieve the pressure. Her throat was going to hurt in the morning but the bruises might be worth it.

"I thought your faith in God was enough," she pointed out.

"It... It needs help," he admitted but his grip didn't relent. His other hand actually lifted to press against her temple though no surge of power came. She could feel it almost humming through his skin but he was restraining himself. Meg smirked as best she could considering he was so close to smiting her.

"So you just figure that stealing everyone's weapons is a good idea?"

"I need them more than anyone else. It's the only idea that works right now and they are mine now anyway. How did you know?" he demanded and she raised a hand. Without forcing his hand away, she traced his wrist with her nails. The skin felt cold and tight under her touch and Meg gave him a fake sunny smile.

"I listen closely when it comes to you."

"You're up to something, Meg," Castiel snapped, using her name like a knife strike. He dropped his hand and stared back around her as if trying to look for help in the crowd of people. She more revelled in the fact that he actually knew her name. That he'd used it. It was like having an enemy acknowledge her as a worthy opponent and her own pride felt salved by it.

"Maybe. I'm a demon, remember?" She stood in a graceful movement before leaning into him. She smeared a bit of chocolate on his lower lip and ignored the anger in his eyes at her touch. "Later, Clarence. Always a thrill."

Meg walked away from him, keeping her back straight and her gaze ahead of herself until she no longer felt him watching her. After she rounded a corner, she turned back around and peeked around a chubby old woman to see that he had picked up her bottle. He peered at the clear contents in the plastic bottle as if inspecting a bug and she bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. When he actually put the bottle to his lips and drank down the entire bottle in one swoop, her eyes widened in delight.

Sin: Wrath

"Mm mmm mmm. Have I told you I love the sight of you on your knees?" Meg asked.

Castiel felt her fingers in his hair and he resisted the urge to throw off the clutch of the other demon holding onto his arms to grab her. She stood up and walked out of the flames away from him and he kept himself still. He wanted information and the only way he seemed to be getting it was because he was playing along. Meg almost looked ready to shout her excitement from the rooftop.

He could use that. He could use the sin of pride that almost glowed in her eyes.

"You almost killed those I want to protect," he growled at her and Meg swivelled on her foot. The big demon beside her stared at Castiel with open hatred but she looked nothing more than intrigued to see his anger.

"It wasn't really my intention, feathers. I just did what came naturally when the opportunity arose. Kind of like you and your bending over to take it from Raphael. Like the good little bitch you are."

Castiel stilled himself against the anger he felt. How they'd done this was beyond his concern. What they had nearly done to Dean and Sam was at the forefront of his mind, it was why he'd come in here so blindly and unprepared. She'd trapped him using Holy Fire, the clever creature, but she hadn't actually come to kill him. He suspected she wouldn't know how if she tried. The demon holding onto him was an old one, strong and heavy enough that the pressure on Castiel's arms was incredible. The one that stood beside Meg looked strong as well. He doubted any of them had the power to exorcise him back to Heaven but he wouldn't risk it. He played the hurt angel well and he was remembering to not just charge into battle.

Meg took a turn around the circle and her dark eyes glinted. "Feels like old times, yeah?"

"Step back inside and we'll see how much we can make it like last time," he threatened and she giggled. Actually giggled.

"Mm. Tempting. You have beautiful hands, Clarence. I like the thought of them on me and you did feel wickedly wonderful against me." Meg licked her lower lip. "Can you imagine how gorgeous you would be if I had killed your precious lap dogs? All fiery vengeance and angelic anger."

"You..."

"Were so close. I could almost feel Dean's heart pumping out his blood onto my hands. Delicious," she drawled hungrily, a dreamy look coming over her eyes. She didn't seem to notice the way his anger started to increase at the threat.

He'd spent so much time! So much had been sacrificed to protect the Winchesters! That this slip of a demon could destroy it burned at his pride and self-control. Their eyes met across the flames and he wondered at the hungry delight and anticipation in her expression. She looked like she was waiting for him to do something, but what it wasn't obvious.

Her eyes darted to the demon holding him. "Calen, Rec? Take a hike, big bros. I got this."

"But... he's an angel." Both old demons stared at her.

"He's away from his garrison and he's weak. I'll be fine," Meg said as she leaned against the wall. The old demon nodded, gave Castiel a wary look, and then turned out of the circle. Castiel waited before he pounced on the old demon, his hand whipping out to catch him by the back of the head. Focussing every ounce of power, he burned the demon out of its husk and tossed the body onto the fire. It formed a bridge for him and he crossed over while still staring at the female demon watching him.

She looked relaxed despite his destruction of her brother. She didn't even move though the demon beside her looked afraid.

"Wow... so you're not predictable or anything. I should try to kill them more often just for shits and giggles," Meg murmured. "Makes me wonder if they actually had bled out if you would have prayed to your deadbeat God for their lives. He probably would make you form some sort of deal in order to pull it off. Like the good little bottom feeder you are."

Something inside him snapped. Not just because of the threat to the boys, or the insult to himself and his God. It burned that she thought that he was nothing more than a pawn. He was not meant to be used or mocked by a demon. Meg turned and moved around the rail she was leaning against, clearly not caring that he was near.

While her back was turned, he grabbed hold of the other demon's hand and twisted him around, light filtering through his fingers as he smote him. The demon howled and Meg spun on her heel, narrowly dodging out the way of his smoking corpse. Her hands clenched into protective fists at her side but she made no move to help her comrade.

Castiel's eyes gleamed as he advanced on her, rage making him blind to the fact that she wasn't afraid of him.

When he grabbed her, she actually laughed. The bitch laughed.

Instead of pressing his hand to her forehead, he struck her and threw her around the small space. Still she laughed, even when he hit her again and again until her body was bruised and her lips were bloody, even when he squeezed on her throat until she choked. He didn't care about the blood and bruises; he only saw a fine film of red and fury over his vision. He wanted her to hurt and to fear his wrath. Shouldn't a demon fear an angel's wrath? Why, like Alastair had, did she find this funny? Why didn't she find him, one of the strongest angels, terrifying?

He had never known such anger at another creature for their mockery and for the threat they posed to what made his fight worth dying for.

That she wasn't even fighting his wild blows didn't register until he had to eventually hold her up. Even then, he didn't bring his fingers up to her head or think about exorcising her. Meg was still laughing up at him, though the sound was broken and almost hysterical. Her once smooth skin was marred with burns and bruises, but still her eyes sparkled.

Castiel dropped her to the ground, disgusted with his actions.

She curled her knees up to her chest and giggled to herself, even when he whispered something. Something so soft and apologetic that she was certain she hadn't heard him right. When he disappeared in a crack of thunder, she still giggled and pressed her hand to her bloody mouth.

It would be a long time before she sought him out again. These wounds wouldn't heal right away and she needed to nurse her strategy better. It was almost worth the pain. Anger like that, pure blind wrath like that, could feed her hunger for his sin for weeks.