Bad Romance

Prompt: Castiel/Meg – You and me could write a bad romance.

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'I want your love and I want your revenge ... you and me could write a bad romance'

No one in the streets seemed to notice the angel and demon in the alleyway. No one seemed to notice as his lips attached themselves to her neck, suckling at her creamy white skin as she pulled roughly at his hair, making him grunt at her in response. The noises coming from her made him hard, aching in his pants, causing him to groan when one of her hands slid down to cup him through the material.

"Where has your faith gone now, Castiel?" she whispered in his ear. "Daddy isn't here to save you." She was pushed roughly against the opposite wall, her hands pinned up by her ears as Castiel devoured her mouth, the taste of his salty tears noticeable on their lips.

"Shut up!" he muttered against her lips. "Don't you dare mention my father." His hands were suddenly down at the button on her jeans, quickly opening it and slipping his hand inside, the heat from between her legs intense. Meg gasps and moans into his mouth.

"More ..." she moans and Castiel pushes her jeans and underwear down to her ankles and she steps out of them, her boots still on her feet. Meg's own hands move to his belt, undoing it quickly and pushing his pants and boxers down to bunch around his thighs. Their kissing became more heated and their breathing erratic. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her t-shirt up a little to stroke at her smooth skin, to feel that it wasn't smooth at all. It was scarred flesh from when he had dropped her onto the holy fire.

"You did that to me," was all she said.

"It's no more than you deserved," he replied, and was rewarded with a sharp slap across his cheek, which made Castiel laugh bitterly, before their kissing resumed, fuelled by their anger and hatred. His hands found their way to her ass, lifting her, her ankle securing them behind his back as he swiftly entered her, hard and fast. Her hands gripped him close as he pushed her against the wall, fucking her hard as he could, her cries and gasps almost making him come there and then. Her nails dug into his neck, leaving four red lines along the pale skin. He moved faster from where he was, his insides feeling like they were on fire. His lips met hers once more, their kiss full of tongue and teeth, no love of any kind involved.

"Harder. Fuck me harder ..." Meg moaned through gritted teeth. Castiel obeyed, moving them so that Meg was lying on the ground, Castiel's trench covering them as he pounded into her, before coming deep inside her and collapsing, spent, on the ground. Meg moved her hand down to touch herself, sliding her fingers inside her heat to finish herself off. She looked over at Castiel next to her, who was watching her hand moving with wide eyes before she came too. She got up on shaky feet, pulling on her underwear and jeans, as Castiel buttoned himself up and straightened his shirt and trench. Meg was suddenly in his personal space, licking the corner of his mouth where there was some blood from their fierce kissing.

"I'll see you again, cloud hopper ..." she said."And next time, a bed with linen would be nice." Castiel just glared down at her as she gave him one last open-mouthed messy kiss before walking away, leaving Castiel feeling ashamed and dirty.

But when he went back to the motel, neither Dean or Sam had the guts to ask him where the deep scratches on his neck came from.

Just a quick one there. Hope you enjoyed. XD