Title: Skull Earrings and Black Crosses
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Meg/Castiel, Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 8.08
Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, graphic sex, allusions to torture and sexual abuse.
Summary: Meg changes meatsuits after spending a difficult year without Cas and the Winchesters. She is found almost as soon as she goes into deep cover.
A/N: I wrote the answer to my own question of, "Where the hell is Meg?"

A sultry female voice addressed another female who was reclining in a darkened alley. Under the cover of night, they looked like nothing more than a pair of forlorn shadows. "I like your earrings. Skulls," the woman said, "You've got good taste."

The woman who could barely support herself against the brick wall lifted her eyes to the brunette addressing her. She gave her a confused sneer and made a sound of disdain in spite of the compliment she had just been given because she regularly received compliments that were laced with expectations. Having no clue that a former agent of Lucifer was speaking to her, the human female expected this compliment was as opportunistic as all the others. She was right.

Even with her anger, her distrust, and her lack of animation, the human woman was pretty. She wore fishnet thigh high stockings on legs that extended for miles. The rest of her slim frame was clad for a party that had ended long ago. The woman had a thick mass of glossy black, bouncing curls, and soft, full lips. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were almost as dark as her hair and her smooth skin was a warm, radiant light brown hue. All of these traits were appealing to Meg, who was already attracted to the human's macabre sense of style and abject misery.

It was time for the demon to change. She didn't want to, but her current body had been hunted for too long. She couldn't afford to be sentimental. Sentimentality had only ever caused her pain. A body swap wouldn't help much, but Meg was in need of any help she could get. Meg still wanted to be female and she knew the advantages of being pretty so her choice to inhibit the body of this stranger was all the more clear. The Fates wouldn't put such a weakened body in her path if they didn't want her to take it.

"How would you like to be possessed?" Meg asked the other woman.

"Fuck off," she slurred.

"No way, doll face. You're just my type," Meg purred. She pinned the other woman against the wall and the human struggled feebly in response. "Darlin', you have been hittin' something too hard."

Ms. Skull Earrings was a beautiful vagrant – a woman with a story to tell and probably several bones to pick.

Meg didn't even have to try to keep her still because whatever was in her system was already keeping her down. The demon laughed because the woman in her grasp could not be more perfect. Meg sensed an inner viciousness and deep pain within the young woman that spoke to her.

Meg had tried a good girl once and she didn't like the fight she put up. At least this one looked like she had nothing to look forward to. Maybe she would see possession as a step up to whatever the hell it was she was going through right now. "Satan's dick, you are a sexy bitch. Even sexier than this meatsuit," Meg grinned and held up the woman's unhappy face. "You wanna be roomies?"

The woman in the skull earrings cast her eyes down and begged to be left alone, but Meg forced her to look back at her face. Meg wasn't asking because the human had a choice. In the next second, Meg pressed their mouths together in an aggressive kiss. She liked the look of this human so much she decided she would infest her with style. Meg let her demonic essence slither around their melding tongues and into the darker woman. Soon, Meg found herself kissing a corpse as she looked out of fresh eyes.

The former Meg collapsed lifeless on the pavement.

Switching bodies left Meg in a frenzy of emotion and sensation. She absorbed the woman's history and was bludgeoned by the toxins in her body. Fuck me. I haven't been this wasted in a while. Meg tested out her new legs, stumbling about the alley. The movement made her sick, and she drenched the boots of her previous body in bile.

Meg stared at the sightless eyes of the butchered doll that had been her old meatsuit, "Sorry, me."

She did feel remorse at having to forfeit her body, but she was a hunted demon. The others knew that form too well. Yet, even with her change, Meg didn't feel very comforted. She was tired. With incredible struggle, she ran away from the old Meg.

She was taller than before, thinner. Meg didn't think this body had enjoyed a proper meal in a while. If she had left her there, Meg wasn't certain the human would have lived for much longer. Abandoned, alone, and ailing suited Meg well. This girl had had all the right ideas. Meg would booze and abuse more often if she didn't have to be on her toes to avoid all the demons on her tail.

"Wake up, wake up!" Meg growled and slapped herself hard. "Wake. Up."

She was dizzy with nausea. Her legs buckled beneath her when she reached the street. "No, c'mon, baby girl. Give us…some energy…" Meg sighed. She couldn't move. She took the time, instead, to check her pockets. She found a wallet in her jacket and took several minutes to decipher the address on her driver's license. Meg wished for friends that she knew would never come.

For the millionth time since parting from him, she thought of Cas, but she wouldn't call out to him. She wasn't even sure if he was dead or alive. Meg kept hearing that he was dead, but then she would hear stories that he was alive or that he'd been banished from Earth. If Cas was back on Earth she would bet he was in the vicinity of a black car and that he had forgotten all about her. Meg just wanted a ride to get to the address in her mind and she was too weakened to help herself. Suddenly, a shroud of black fell over her.

When Meg woke up hours later, she felt an enormous sense of panic. She couldn't believe she'd spent the night in the street. Meg ran more, and found her apartment with effort. The key in her possession slipped in the lock effortlessly. The place was in a disarray, as was to be expected. It was bare and inhospitable. Meg hurried into the room she knew to be hers, pulled out a fresh pair of clothes, and then went to shower. She imagined that she was washing away the last bit of human from her body.

Meg stepped out and lingered naked in the bathroom, silently wishing this space could make her invisible. With her next step, she caught her reflection in a crusty mirror. Frozen, she stared. It was always strange to see herself in a new body. When the demon moved, the body moved like a helpless puppet. Now that she was clean, Meg found her bag of bones to be even more attractive than before. She smiled a charming smile at her beauty, but the smile withered away as she turned and recognized black marks on her back. Meg's large eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo of dark feathered wings that were linked to a black cross between her shoulder blades.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." She swiped all the products off the bathroom counter and threw a bottle of shampoo in rage. She grabbed her knife and huffed as she held the blade to her skin. Meg wanted to flay her skin to get the offensive ink off. A blood droplet sprouted on one of the feathers of her artificial wing. "God. Damn. It."

Meg seriously contemplated switching bodies again, but, in the end, she didn't. She laughed at the thought of being marked with a Christian cross and angel wings. She waved her knife at her reflection. "You thought you were an angel? Bitch please."

After dressing her body, Meg sacked the apartment for all of its valuables. When a man stumbled out of the other room, she lifted her knife to his face. "Get the hell out of my house," She said.

Shocked and terrified by the blade in his face and the sharpness of her eyes, he obeyed, but not before Meg lifted his wallet from him. When she had a bag full of money and a few other things she could use, she conversed with herself. "Now what? Plan A: Run. Plan B: Kill and Run. Plan C: Run more."

Her life only ever consisted of fleeing and fighting. She fled again because she didn't know what else to do. She left behind everything her human body had ever known because she never wanted to be reminded of her meatsuit's past or influenced by her meatsuit's problems. She walked for days without stopping, staying in any shadows she could find as she travelled. Meg went to the smallest town she could find a few states away in Tennessee where she found a job at a diner and tried to sink away into obscurity.

Meg wore an absurd, candy pink uniform with a white apron, but kept her skull earrings. Along with her earrings, her bold, feline eye makeup set her apart from her other female coworkers. Meg had argued to management that she needed some individuality if she was going to be forced into wearing such a retro, borderline sexist uniform to work. Meg almost hadn't gotten hired for the job, but the diner had been aching for help. She had told them her name was Meg Masters before realizing that it probably would have been smarter for her to pretend to be someone else. Still, she thought, nobody would expect to find Meg working a legitimate job. Apart from her stint at the hospital under very different circumstances, working wasn't something Meg did. She had a new body and a new job in a place that she felt was hidden away.

When she wasn't working, she kept to herself and lived a pitifully downtrodden existence. Although she slept in the woods, her life was better than anything she could imagine in Hell. It was better than any sort of existence she would have if Crowley caught her again. Homelessness didn't bother her, but her human coworkers found it unpalatable and sad when they discovered she didn't have an address. To their credit, their bleeding hearts led them to set her up in a place where she paid almost nothing to live. Meg spent all of her free time hidden in her loft apartment because she feared being detected more than she feared almost anything else. When she was alone, she hardly made a peep, and she was assaulted by terrible memories at every turn.

Fate was cruel, and the winds of destiny blew a trio of the most colorful, obnoxious people that it possibly could right into her path. One day, when Meg appeared from behind the kitchen, the three men that were the bane of her existence had already been seated. Meg was to bring one of them pie. When she saw Dean Winchester's face, she couldn't believe her eyes. He didn't recognize her, of course.

Meg halted and backed away with the tray in her hand. No, no, no, no, no, no. She set the pie and salad down on the counter and her vision blurred with dread as she looked down at it.

"You okay?" A male waiter asked her.

"I think I'm sick. I think I should go home," Meg said.

"Really?" The man neared Meg and she could feel his concern washing over her. "But you're never sick. What's wrong?"

"I just don't feel good."

"Well, can you at least take that tray to your table? I'll ask Dee if we can find someone to cover for you." He paused and frowned at her when she stiffened. He knew she wasn't really sick. "What's going on? Meg, did those guys say something to you?"

She hated his concern for her and had trouble biting back bitchy remarks. If she was quick and smart, she thought, maybe the power trio wouldn't notice her. "Never mind. Forget about it."

Meg slapped on a false smile and confidently walked to the men sharing a booth. She wished she had thought to spit in the pie before going over to the table, but it was too late now. "Apple pie?"

"That's right here," Dean grinned at her. At first, he was dazzled by the pie, but when he got another look at Meg, he was enchanted by her meatsuit. To Dean, she looked like a reincarnation of Cleopatra. She had a voice like honey, but she carried an ancient power with her that made her seem horribly out of place at the diner. She was so stunning that he couldn't resist his urge to flatter her in some way. "Skull earrings?" Dean said in a flirtatious tone, "Awesome."

She smiled, not because she was moved by the compliment, but because she was imagining the depths of the horror he would be experiencing if he knew she was not just a demon, but the infamous Meg. She fantasized about beating his face in with the plate as she batted her eyes at him, "You're sweet."

Dean was so struck by her beautiful face that he didn't read her nametag. "I'm guessing the salad's for this big handsome guy over here," Meg said, carefully avoiding looking at the man in the trench coat.

"Oh, yeah," Sam said, "Thanks."

Castiel was sitting across from Dean, giving Meg the most blatant stare. He had known who she was instantly. He gasped when she looked at him, and only shifted his gaze to Dean when he felt the oldest Winchester kicking him under the table. "You need anything?" Meg asked Cas, "Coffee? Water?"

Castiel only replied by staring at her more intensely, and he got another nudge from Dean. The angel's mouth had fallen open, but no words came out.

"Okay then. Y'all enjoy," Meg said before making her exit. Ugh, did I just say y'all?

"Cas, a little subtly?" Dean glared at the angel. "You can't just stare down the hot waitresses like that. It's creepy."

"But, Dean," Cas exhaled, "She's… she's…"

"Really really gorgeous, yeah, I get it," Dean grumbled. He was prickling up with jealously even though he had been willing to flirt with the same woman. The thought of Cas having obvious desire for someone that wasn't him boiled Dean's insides.

"No," Castiel began, but he caught Meg's furious glare from across the room. She lifted her finger to her lips in a hushing gesture, demanding his silence. The angel looked down at the red table, conflicted. Cas swallowed in his anxiety because he had no desire to lie to Dean, but he also could not put Meg in distress.

"No what?" Sam asked before shoveling a wad of leaves into his mouth.

"'Gorgeous' doesn't do her justice," Castiel answered softly and Dean just about lost his taste for pie. Dean looked around the diner, but Meg was nowhere to be seen. Sam raised his eyebrows with amusement because Cas almost never showed interest in women.

"Some waitress," Dean muttered. "You should try getting her number."

"Dean, leave him alone," Sam sighed. He wasn't on good terms with his brother at the moment, so he found almost everything Dean said or did to be wrong and irritating.

Castiel kept trying to look for Meg the entire time the Winchesters ate. She emerged to serve other tables and Cas' stares almost gave her away, but she made several discreet, nasty faces at him to warn him to keep his mouth shut. He didn't give her away, but he couldn't stop staring at her, and Dean noticed. When Meg had to go back to their table, she had trouble keeping up her act.

"How was the pie?" She asked.

"Delicious," Dean lied. All he had been able to taste was the bitterness of witnessing Castiel's interest in the woman before him.

Meg was thinking about how much she would like to slap Dean's pretty boy face as she said, "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thanks," Sam replied.

Dean furrowed his brow at the angel. "Cas?"

"Your name's Cas? What a nice name," Meg smiled affectionately at the angel. "Very original. Very cool."

"Meg?" Dean frowned. "Your name is Meg?"

"Sure is," She answered cheerily without missing a beat. "Can I get you your check?"

Dean's instincts flared for a moment, warning him of danger, but he brushed those feelings away. The Meg he knew and hated would never work as a waitress. Dean told himself that there could be more than one woman in the world named Meg, but that made him wonder about Cas. Did Cas just have a thing for Megs in general? Was he attracted to this Meg because she shared a name with the demon? Dean tried to hide his animosity in case she really was just a waitress at a diner. In any other setting he would be dousing her in holy water.

Castiel attempted to act like everything was normal, but he was a horrible actor. He was buzzing with energy and desires that he knew he needed to keep hidden. Dean and Sam were about to catch on, so he did something that was both stupid and desperate. Cas blurted out, "Can I ask you out?"

"Cas!" The brothers stared at him.

"What?" Meg was taken aback. "Are you serious?"

"I am interested in speaking with you at some time in the near future. Alone," Castiel kept his eyes averted from everyone, but was facing their demonic waitress. He knew 'going out with someone' was a method used by humans to spend time alone with other humans. Before revealing anything to the Winchesters, he thought it would be best to speak to Meg alone.

Meg took a second to revel in the dumbfounded looks on the faces of the brothers and feigned innocent pleasure with authenticity. Remember, you're a human girl. Meg was a much better actress than Cas could ever be, even under pressure. She lifted her notepad to her lips to cover the bright smile on her face. It was a smile born of mischievousness. "Oh my goodness," She said, trying to sound like an average, unassuming yokel. "Gosh, you're cute. Definitely. Yes."

"I don't get off till five. You can come get me then." Meg set their check next to Dean and milked the moment for all it was worth. Meg savored the flavor Dean's heart breaking and it was glorious. After she left, Dean left a hefty amount of money on the table and gawked at Cas. "What the hell was that?"

"You really liked her?" Sam gasped at Cas and Castiel nodded. It wasn't a lie and he thought he could at least admit that much.

"Nope. This is fishy," Dean fumed as coolly as he could. "You're never attracted to anyone. You don't ask people out. You're Cas."

"I thought that was what you wanted me to do," Cas answered. "I'm just taking the advice you've given me."

Dean's jaw dropped and he tried, in vain, to make sense of all the feelings he was having. Dean only teased Cas about women because he knew the angel would never make a move. In his heart, Dean kept Cas all to himself. The emotional disarray he was in kept him from noticing the real problem that Meg was the Meg. "No. You're not," Dean said, "Something's up." I don't like it.

Sam bit the inside of his mouth as he watched the perplexing scene. He was tempted to hassle Dean and praise Cas for finally standing up to Dean's provocations. Sam thought it served Dean right to have Cas ask a woman out in front of him, but, on the other hand, he agreed totally with Dean. Castiel didn't ask people out. Bitterness on his part made Sam see reality from the perspective that would be most damaging to Dean. "Well, Dean, you always did tease Cas about, um…"

Being a virgin, they all thought.

"All I'm saying is Cas has a point," Sam said because he couldn't construct more sensitive words to the thoughts they were all having. "You tried to set him up once yourself. Isn't it better that he takes the initiative? If Cas wants to date someone, you should let him."

"Who said I wasn't letting Cas do things?" Dean glared at Sam. Through hurt and confusion, he bit out, "I don't care what he does. Go out with her if you want."

"Okay," Castiel said and got up to leave the diner. Sam wished he had Castiel's luck because Dean had been actively interfering in his love life for years now.

"At least someone gets to do what they want around here," Sam grumbled and pushed past Dean to follow after Cas. Dean stayed behind to look for the waitress, but she was hidden somewhere in the kitchen.

Why her? Dean cried inwardly.

At five in the evening exactly, Castiel appeared before the diner. Meg popped out of the front door and ran to him. She was so furious with him because the trio had never been anything other than trouble for her, but she also believed an opportunity had fallen right into her lap. For whatever reason, the angel had a large soft spot for her and that hadn't changed in the year spent apart from her.

"Clarence," Meg said to Cas affectionately in her new voice that was sweeter than her old voice had been. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

"You've changed," Castiel said.

"You don't like it?" Meg teased, smiling up at him with striking, dark eyes framed by long, black eyelashes. "I think this meatsuit is Dean's type, at least."

"I wasn't referring to your body," Castiel said plainly. As ever, he could see straight into her soul. Meg was recognizably hideous in a manner that had become familiar and lovable to Cas, but she was even more twisted and torn than before. "What happened to you?"

"We can't talk here. Let's go to my place," She said. Meg wouldn't touch Cas. She barely looked at him and kept a distance from him as she led him to the place she now called her own. He didn't press her with questions because he read the terror she carried with her everywhere as clearly as if she had been screaming it from her lungs. Her desperation grew with every step they took together. Yet, as their steps aligned along the road, they walked comfortably as old friends did. Meg was the first to break their silence, "Are you sure the kiddos haven't followed you?"

"I'm sure."

"What'd you do? Poof out on them?"

"Yes."

"That's my boy," Meg grinned. She regarded Castiel carefully for the first time since their reunion. She had seen many versions of the angel, but it was possible she was starting to like this one best. "You're not crazy anymore."

"Sanity is not an objective concept," Cas answered. "It's hard to say if I ever was, or am now, rational."

"I just know we've been walkin' and talkin' like a pair of lovebirds and you haven't spouted any poetry," She smiled. "You haven't mentioned bees or cats once. But, then again, you're still crazy enough to hang out with the Wonder Twins."

Castiel became uncomfortable and showed Meg a flask that contained holy water after a few seconds of consideration. "Dean suspects you. He gave me this."

"Oh, Dean," Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm surprised your Master gave you permission to see me. And, you… why'd you do that? They didn't know who I was. You should have just left me alone."

"I didn't want to," Cas answered.

Not a moment after stepping into her loft and locking it shut, Meg threw herself on the angel and pushed him into the door. She stared up at him, fighting the urge to embrace him and never let go. Cas had been a lifeline before and she thought he could be one again.

Cas didn't fight her off, but he did protest. "What are you doing?"

"New body needs a new kiss from you," Meg answered. "Remember, Cas?" The angel couldn't find the words to respond quickly enough before being pulled into a heated kiss like the first one they had ever shared. The major difference this time was that they were alone, so Meg felt the freedom to tug Cas' tie loose and feel over his body. Like the first time, Castiel responded eagerly without knowing why.

"I wanted to talk," Cas breathed to her as he enjoyed her warmth and proximity.

"I wanna talk too," Meg purred back. "You wanna talk on the bed?" She drew him into the room with more kisses and pushed him down on the mattress. Her hand quickly lowered to massage Cas through his pants, which made him gasp adorably. "You're making a cute, innocent lil face, but I know you've imagined this before."

Meg settled on top of Cas and straddled him to grind their hips together. The action was completely foreign to the angel, who stared up at Meg with the sweetest expression of lust and confusion. "You like it," Meg hissed and satisfied his desire with her lips and her hips. She felt a burst of arousal that was matched by the angel.

"No, Meg," He sighed even as he embraced her. "This isn't talking."

"What? This?" She asked before rolling her hips into him again. Meg knew better than to think Cas was any sort of saint and she wouldn't treat him like he was one. He'd ruined many lives, including hers. He could pretend to be a poet and a friend all he wanted, but he would always emerge as a twisted, single-minded weapon of violence when the moment called for it. He'd been heartless even to the people he professed to love most. "If you wanna talk, let's talk about how you vanished for a year without saying a damn thing. You left me high and dry."

"I didn't have a choice. I was in Purgatory. I am sorry," Cas whispered, although he was sorrier that he hadn't thought to look for her since his return. All of his memories of his one time nurse flooded back to him along with the guilt of having been eager to cease existing without contemplating how it would affect others. Meg stilled on top of him, leaving him twitching with craving.

Cas' story matched up with some she had heard.

"Lemme guess, you took Dean with you," She said. No matter how he used and abused Castiel, Dean was always the angel's favorite. It just wasn't fair. Castiel couldn't respond to her because fingers had made their way into his mouth and he allowed them to settle there. The angel moaned and sucked on the woman's digits out of instinct.

"Did Dean make a better bitch than me?" She growled, hating the Winchester more with each breath. Meg removed her fingers from his mouth only to kiss him again while she rocked their bodies together. She had been stupid to abstain from Castiel before. It had been unlike Meg to treat Castiel with care when sexual domination could have been her key to gaining power over him. All that time she had spent with Cas as an eggplant and she had respected his boundaries. She had bestowed upon him not one inappropriate touch even when he made his crush on her clear. Not only that, but the demon also could have kidnapped Cas for ransom or used him as her weapon. Meg hadn't done any of those things.

She was done being the polite caretaker. Now was her time to cash in. Meg would do anything to get Cas on her side, so she pushed away her anger at having lost him to the Winchesters again. Meg tried not to think about how Castiel hadn't been looking for her even though he'd been back on Earth for what she guessed had been a while. Meg wouldn't ask when he'd come back from Purgatory because she didn't want to know.

Castiel could never resist Meg, but he became terrified as their movements heated. Everything she did felt so good, and he was so excited and eager for her body, but he felt the need to stop. As long as Meg was strumming his cords of pleasure, she would succeed in distracting him from the conversation he wanted to have. He flipped her on her back and pinned her to the bed by her wrists. "Meg, please," Castiel panted, "Tell me what happened to you. I missed a year on Earth, but I didn't mean to cause you harm. Were you following us?"

Meg tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but Cas was too far away. Instead, she used a long, slender leg to rub against his crotch. "Why would I follow you?"

Castiel squeezed her wrists more tightly than he intended because she cried out in agony. Her impulses flared and she stared at Cas with wide, scared eyes. "Torture." She didn't have to say it for Cas to know. "I've been caught more than once."

"Who?"

"Who do you think?" Meg snarled back. "It's not fun anymore. It ain't cute."

Castiel kept her in place and waited for her to elaborate. Meg didn't want to tell him that she had been captured as soon as he had disappeared and that she had endured the worst imaginable suffering for having helped him and the Winchesters. Demons had tortured her without the goal of extracting information from her, but simply as a form of punishment. In their hands, Meg had lost track of time. As strong as Meg was, her heart sped even now, in the hands of the only angel that had ever flocked to her aid. Meg squirmed and gave in, leaving out all the gory details, "They call me an Angel Fucker, you know. Might as well live up to my name, huh?"

Castiel was affected by her words and by the way her face had become a cold mask, but he didn't speak or move. He continued to hold her like a vice even as she confessed to her suffering.

"I hate you so much," She hissed. Meg knew he wouldn't let her go until he was satisfied with her answers, so she blurted out everything as quickly as she could. "Nobody trusts me. It's your fault I'm like this. I had to give up my old body because they know it too well. That meatsuit… it looked like it'd been through a blender when I let it go. 'Cause it had. Twice."

"The King of Hell," In a mocking voice, she had taken on the affected accent of Crowley. She wouldn't dare speak his name. "You can thank him for whatever you're seeing."

"How did you ever escape?" Castiel asked softly.

"I think he let me go the first time because he wanted me to run… because he wanted to catch me again. It's not going to stop 'till he's dead, do you understand that? Now you're back. Now you and I can take him down together like we should have done the first time and I won't have to run anymore. Cas, I'll have your back. I've killed for you before, and I'll do it again. I'll even fuck you everyday. I'll do whatever you want."

Castiel knew the circumstances were dire and he wanted to help her, but he felt duty bound to the Winchesters. He felt fairly certain that they would never accept her. "We're trying to get Crowley too."

His hands loosened enough for her to slip from his grasp. She unzipped her dress to show off her body and looked up at Cas. "Ditch those losers."

"I can't."

Meg knew he would say that, but she didn't give up. "Cas," She said in a soft tone, "You believe in destiny and all that cosmic bullshit, right? I wasn't looking for you, and you weren't looking for me, but you found me. Of all the little crap towns in the world, you came into mine. Don't you think that's a sign?"

"It is surprising."

"You want to see something else surprising?" Meg asked. She shrugged completely out of her dress and turned over to show Castiel the tattoo on her back. "I picked this poor girl off the street. I saved her life," Meg lied. "And, look, I practically have your name written all over me. This is one of those things you'd say is a part of God's plan, right?"

Castiel absorbed the dark wings painted on her back that were joined by a black cross. Not for the first time, he was amazed by the way of the universe. He touched her inked back to check if the markings were real. His fingers felt along her skin and the ink bended down where he touched. From her prostate position, Meg lifted up her body to arch her ass into his groin. When Cas rubbed his hard, clothed dick into her black panties, she cried, "Fuck me, angel. I don't care which hole you use."

Blushing, Castiel pulled away from Meg because he was afraid. She cursed and climbed on top of him. Meg knew she couldn't be too rough if she wanted to stay on Castiel's good side, so she did her best imitation of someone who knew how to be tender.

"Do the Winchesters ever do this for you?" She kissed him gently and drew his hands to her chest. Castiel touched her curiously and remained silent. His growing arousal was only tempered by the anguish Meg carried with her. Castiel could see how she had been rent in two in the year he had been gone and he knew he was somewhat to blame. Thorny beauty, he had once called her, but even that description was inadequate now. Meg could sense he was looking at her more deeply than she liked.

"Stop doing that. Hey, focus!" Meg shook him and made him look at the lovely human mask she wore. "You're sane enough to want me, right?"

"Yes."

Meg was familiar and beloved. The demon had a soul that had greeted Castiel everyday as he had suffered madness in the place where Dean and Sam had left him to rot. She had taken care of him when she hadn't needed to and when no one else would. Cas thought he was worse than this demon could ever be. At least he had only seen her kill her own kind when they were hunting her. Meg had never wanted to rule the world – only survive it.

Meg undid Castiel's pants and removed what little was left of her clothing. She didn't bother taking off his coat or the rest of his clothes because she was so impatient to have him inside her. Cas was achingly hard and ready for the demon. She slid over him and teased him cruelly before impaling herself on his cock. The angel let out quiet sounds of surprise as he experienced sensations he had never felt before. His fervid desire for her eclipsed anything she felt for him, which was exactly how she liked it.

Castiel settled his hands over her hips and squeezed. She moaned with delight and bounced on top of him, enjoying every one of his reactions. Finally. Meg was electrified in her conquest of Cas. An internal laugh filled her heart as she moved against him roughly. She was a virgin to her new body and that lent excitement to her experimentation with the angel. As she learned her new sensitive spots, she drew Cas into an ardent kiss. After a year without a single kind touch, Meg was in awe of how good it felt to be with someone willingly for a change.

When Cas bucked into her, she encouraged him with overly desperate, feminine pleas. His mouth blazed over her shoulder, her breasts, and any piece of her he could reach. She filled his ears with what she thought were desired lies and exaggerations, "I want you to come inside me, Cas. I always have."

He didn't know what she meant, but he responded with more eager thrusts and affectionate whispers, "You're so beautiful."

Meg wanted to tell him to shut up, but when she realized why, she couldn't say anything. Fuck you, angel. She let him push her down into the bed where he continued to drive into her as he had once dreamed of doing. Meg had believed sex with Cas could be her method of control, or her means to pay him back for sticking with her in the future, but she found she no longer thought she needed a reason other than the fun. She was used to being hit, tied down, and bloodied, so she found their experience to be weirdly kind. There was an odd freeness that came with screwing Castiel that she hadn't expected. He knew exactly what she was, but it didn't repel him, and that was something remarkable.

The angel thought he didn't deserve anything Meg gave him, and he was amazed that she gave it to him anyway. For those reasons and more, he wanted to hear more of her cries. Castiel knew what to do despite being a virgin only moments ago. Soon, he angled his hips in a way that brought out honest moans of satisfaction from the woman.

"More," She groaned and pulled on Cas. He was a darling psychopath and she may have loved that about him. He reached his climax with a breathless groan that he followed by embracing her. They soaked in the blissful moment. She knew he was stunned, having his first orgasm, and she gave him an awkward pat on the back. The demon felt the need to say something before he resorted to poetry or calling her beautiful again.

"I'm gonna have to write a thank you letter to that pizza man, aren't I?" Meg joked and her lips formed into a gratified grin. "That was fun, don't you think?"

Castiel nodded and, with sincere emotion, he added, "Thank you."

"Y-You don't thank people for fucking you," Meg replied in astonishment and Castiel lifted his head to settle his inquisitive blue eyes on her.

"Why not?"

"Because you just don't! It's not cool, Cas, you weirdo," Meg explained, but truthfully, she might have known less about sex between people that liked each other than Cas did. "Nobody's ever thanked me before."

"Oh," Castiel frowned. "I'm sorry."

Meg hugged Cas tightly so he couldn't watch her roll her eyes. He returned her hold. "Don't thank me," She said, "Don't apologize. Just promise you won't leave me to the hyenas again."

"I would never wish pain upon you," Castiel whispered. "I owe you so much."

"Damn straight you do," Meg whined. "You little psycho." A breath of Castiel's amusement tickled her ear. This arrangement, she thought, could definitely work out very well. They spent the next several moments resting together tranquilly.

The plan had been to break into Meg's apartment to investigate her while she was 'out' with Castiel. Dean trusted his instincts and his hunches sometimes more than he trusted his own brother. Dean fervently believed Meg was some kind of supernatural and some kind of problem that Castiel had to hide. When the lock to her door was released and the Winchesters entered, the last thing they expected to see was Castiel half-dressed with a naked waitress pressed intimately on top of him. She wore a broad, satisfied grin, looking like a lioness basking in the sun. Meg opened her eyes and regarded Sam and Dean in her doorway with a dark, happy gaze. In return, Dean wore such a pained expression it was as though someone had just died.