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Meg stared at her little…patient. She didn't think angels could sleep…but there he was, looking so….peaceful. Despicable. The demon stared at him from the doorway. She hated this. Watching over fluffybutt for the Winchesters of all people! What had they ever done for her? Other than kill her father and trap her God. And now she was forced to work with them because Crowley the traitor had won! Damn it! This kind of thing made her want to cut some heads off. But still. She couldn't just leave him. He may be an angel but…but he wasn't too bad—What was she thinking? She'd killed people for looking at her the wrong way and now she was going soft over one of God's good little soldiers? Damn she needed to stop hanging out with humans. Too bad the Winchesters and Crowley had killed all her friends. She needed to get out of here…

"Nnh.."

Before she knew it Meg was at the side of her "patient". Maybe she'd been playing nurse a little too long too. He stirred slightly. So much for peaceful, his face was contorted by nightmares he shouldn't be able to have. Before she knew what she was doing Meg smoothed over his hair, giving sympathetic little "there there"s and "Don't worry"s. When his eyes shot open he grabbed her hand and held it tightly, staring into nothingness. Meg frowned. What he was suffering…she understood it. If he were one of the Winchesters she might not be so sympathetic, but Castiel was never made to suffer hell. No one is. That's why they call it hell. Meg gently stroked his cheek, "I know…it's not real. Don't worry…it's not real."

"He's coming for me."

"Nothing is coming."

"Dean—where is dean?"

For some reason that stopped her short. She felt her jaw clenching, "Not here. I'm all you've got Clarence."

"Meg?"

"Yes! Yes it's me!" She stood up. Damn it he had no right to make her feel like this….he was just some stupid angel! This just didn't happen. Demons didn't feel this way about…about anyone…especially not one of God's Messengers!

"Meg…Stay…" The angel reached out for her. "I…I can see you—not real you…but your body."

Why did that make her want to blush? Of course Castiel would hate to look at her real face, just one more piece of hell, here in the loony bin. But the fact that he liked her meat suit flattered her more than it should since it was the only part of her that wasn't….her. "Well lucky you. Catch ya later Flyboy."

"Meg…please." He gripped her wrist, "Don't leave me alone."

For one minute instant meg wanted to get down on her knees, cover him in kisses and promise never to ever leave him alone. But she knew this was not just wrong. It was against her nature. Something was stirring, something human. She hated it. And it was wrong to think it could win out against all that black smoke she'd become. So she leaned down, kissed his forehead and whispered sadly "You've got Dean for that." Then she left

He wouldn't remember this tomorrow anyway.