Imagine tho if Meg came back and she found out Cas was human and she consented to being cured so they could be human and grow old together and make babies and punch Metatron in the face

I am Human Series: | Cure Me | Marry Me | Love Me |

She didn't exactly know what to expect.

She was out one night, laying low, when she saw the Fall. Thousands of angels, all bright as stars, were hurtling towards the planet like eternal fireworks.

She watched as halos burned out around their heads, and watched as their wings flamed out to ash.

And there was only one thought she had going through her head.

Castiel. Where is Castiel?

It didn't take her long to track down the boys. For one thing, Kansas was a liable choice to start looking. And for another, there were rumors about that strange, locked up place being renovated and becoming active for the first time in years.

Too easy, Deano. Try being more subtle next time.

Sam looked shocked when he opened the door for her, and she flinched at how red his eyes where, how sad his face was, and how broken she could see that little soul inside him.

Dean said nothing when she came in, only slightly ignored her. And then there was Cas.

His halo was gone, he looked just like he did when they first met in Lucifer's base.Except those eyes,she thought.They look nothing like him.

Castiel blinked at her, walked towards her, and hugged her with the most pathetic look on his face.

He told her about Metatron's betrayal, about thinking she was dead, and about being human.

There was sadness and loss in his voice, until he told her the one thing she'd been waiting to hear for three years.

"Crowley is gone from Hell," he told her. "We actually have no idea where he is."

"He's still alive?"

"Sam and Dean discovered a way to…cure demons. To cleanse their souls and make them mortal."

Meg was sitting across from him at the table, and he watched her shift uncomfortably. "Gotta say, Cas, it's a little weird not seeing you cosplay as Columbo anymore."

He looked down at the grey shirt and sweatpants he favored. "It's…uncomfortable now."

"So you go with depressed desperate housewife attire?" she was always soft with him, strangely. He liked the way she softened up for him, how she seemed curious about him and how she was always listening.

He smiled at her joke, not getting her joke entirely but still getting the concept. "I guess."

"So, curing demons…How's it work?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"It's… interesting," she pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I was going to lay low, away from angels and demons, kill Crowley for almost killing me. But now he's gone…and there's no angels…no purpose. No Lucifer, what else is there but two idiots and a broken feather brain?"

He considered that. "Not much, I suppose."

She tapped her nails on the table. "Clarence… Cas," she corrected herself. "I have nothing left."

"So you're considering… curing yourself?"

"Why the hell not? It's not like I've got things to do. And it beats dying. or torture."

Castiel sighed. "If you do this, you may have to be stuck with me. Powerless and in ruin. It's not exactly the…most fun thing."

"Who said being stuck with your ass was a bad thing?"

—

He took her to the same church they took Crowley. Dean said this whole thing smelled like a trap, even after Meg's insisting, but he helped Cas set up shop, and chain Meg to a chair.

"Are the chain's really fucking unnecessary?" she hissed as he clamped the final one around her neck.

"Watch your mouth, you're in church," Dean's absent mindedness he had with her was starting to irritate Cas. "So uh, about the blood…"

"I'm going to do it, Dean."

"You sound like Sam sometimes, you know that?" the hunter huffed, shooting a final look at the demon before leaving. "Call when you fix the bitch."

"Rude."

"Meg, not now."

"What did he mean by blood?" she asked, trying and failing at hiding the slight panic in her voice.

"In order to cure a demon, they must be injected with righteous blood," the ex-angel walked past her, turning to enter a confessions cubicle.

"Not to be a little pushy, Clarence," Meg called as he shut the door. "But I'm pretty dang sure that's gonna take a while for you."

—

The first injection

"Shit!" Meg hated needles, mostly because Crowley liked to use them at times when he was torturing her. But Castiel was gentle, trying to pierce her vein.

"Meg, stop moving."

"Can't I just drink it?"

"That's not how it works."

She squirmed when he finally injected her, wincing at the slight pain.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You're doing a hell of a job there, Asshole."

—

The third injection

For some reason they started to hurt less. Maybe because her meatsuit's skin was starting to numb, or because after every injection Cas seemed to get better at it.

"You shouldn't be a doctor," she mused as he finished, turning to take a seat in the chair in front of her.

"I have no plans to."

"What are your plans?" she asked. "Find a lady friend, or a manfriend, what ever you're into?"

He smiled slightly. "That's what Metatron told me to do."

"You're gonna run off and be a cute little housewife?"

"I don't know."

"You have to have some kind of plan?" she pressed. "Come on, 're gonna waste whatever's left of little Jimmy's life on those two?"

"I don't know how to be human, Meg," he said. "All I know is what they do, Sam and Dean."

"Point taken," she paused. "What about your old lady?"

"Pardon?"

"Emmanuel's wife?"

She watched as he lowered his head. "Emmanuel isn't who I am. I cannot be him, as much as I cannot be God, or Jimmy Novak, or even…Castiel the angel."

"You're taking this surprisingly well."

"I wish I wasn't."

—

The seventh injection.

It was getting dark, and Castiel was tired. He didn't sleep the night before, instead he was pondering about his celestial family. How would he recognize them again? How would he know if they were even all alive?

What little of us there are left.

"You know what amazes me?" Meg breathed, her sudden voice making Castiel jump. "Even after Meggy died, I don;t know why I kept that name. Maybe because that's what stayed, how the boys recognized me, but even Lucifer called me that."

"You don't seem to mind it."

"To be honest I don't. And they never even asked me my real name. Not that it matters, I guess. Meg is me. I am Meg.

"You never asked me either."

"I never thought about it," he admitted. "I knew it wasn't your name. But it was what came simplest.

"Eloa."

"What?"

"My name is Eloa," she was laughing slightly. "I'm like a fucking nursery rhyme for angels. The story of little Eloa who off and fell."

Castiel was silent.

"You name isn't just Castiel either."

"I'm called several things in different places."

"I always thought Cassiel was awful," she mused. "The angel of Solitude and Sorrow of the Fifth Day. Too righteous."

He found himself thinking about that, Castiel, Cassiel, Clarence, Cas, Emmanuel Allen, even God. Names he didn't know he had and didn't know he wanted.

"Weird, how names are thought to define a person. All I get is bitch and whore.

"Even you've called me an abomination, once or twice."

"I'm sorry for that."

"Cute," she closed her eyes. "That an angel apologizes to a demon for calling her names."

He winced at the word "angel", and she noticed.

"I'm sorry too, Clarence."

—

The final injection

She was sleeping. Castiel envied her, to be honest. They started late and ended late, Meg pressed back against the chair as he uncuffed her, watching her stir as he gently carried her in his arms.

"Castiel?" her voice squeaked.

"Yes?"

"How am I supposed to feel right now?"

"I assumed you would know more on that front than I would."

She said nothing but instead fell back asleep. With awkward movements he dug his cellphone from his pocket and dialed Dean's number.

It was strange. He assumed Meg could have survived as a demon still, but she wanted this, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.

Human.

—

The next day

Castiel had left her on the couch in the Lobby but was surprised to see her curled up under his arm when he awoke.

He almost didn't remember falling asleep, and he most defiantly didn't remember her coming in…unclothed.

She had her back pressed against him, her blonde hair was in a mess and her face was covered by her arm.

He wanted to move and the same time, he didn't. He felt the circulation cut of in his arm under her head, but he ignored it, rolling closer against her and pressing his face against her.

Humanity wasn't all bad.

At least he had someone to share it with.