Prologue – This shit just got real

Now if this wasn't the hell of a kiss... Of course kissing a demon helped with making it the hell of one.

Castiel wasn't exactly sure why he had ever thought of doing this with Meg of all people - or hadn't thought of it earlier, sometimes he just wasn't sure what he wasn't sure of - but maybe the fact that they were all facing certain death - Damn wasn't that a cheap phrase to use for them considering how everyone had been resurrected at least... twice.. three times? Really who wouldn't have lost count by this point? - helped a lot.

Then again maybe the angelic equivalent of hormones and the fact that Meg basically was the only woman who was around at the time - and the only woman who was around regularly who hadn't already died as well - was what made him show her what exactly he had learned from the Pizzaman.

What absolutely and totally wasn't the case was that he had just done it because she had kissed him first and he wasn't to be outdone by a demon-girl... no Sir, absolutely not! Really now... Stop implying such utterly ridiculous and dreadful nonsense!

Also if anyone gets to show how 7 minutes in heaven is played it's the angel!

And it wasn't like Castiel had ever thought of that kiss again, not like he would write a diary-entry about the incident he wasn't even thinking about in the first place.

It still was too bad they never saw each other again after that one time...