Many people tended to fear change, mostly because it was an unwanted burden at times placed upon them. Those who embraced change were rare, and those who seemed to be apprehensive were often torn apart by it.

But not Castiel.

No, not the bright angel of Thursday who welcomed his grace back into his body like a familiar parasite, feeling the hot power glow inside him and feeling his long gone wings stretch wide as his power started to surge through him once again.

He was a god among the people once again, powerful, string, no longer the depressed, broken human he was for a time. No, he was different, but alive.

Meg sensed these changes, how easily he seemed to accept what he was again after so long as a human and she was honestly put off by the angel's content.

Which he seemed to want to pour into her as well, eagerly wanting her and filling her with his restored grace. The touch was familiar and when she felt him graze her over body she realized how much she missed this powerful creature, how much she missed that imprint of wings and how much he'd truly changed he no longer slept, which sucked because to be honest he was a perfect body pillow, and he seemed more intent on locating more angels than going on humdrum hunts with the boys, which didn't bother Meg one bit.

But did bother her, however, was the fact that Castiel was now splitting time between Heaven and Hell, which put her off and reminded her of what a jealous demon she was, how after a year of keeping her angel to herself seemed to spoiler her. And the fact that he was back in that ratty old trench coat was a tad bit of a turn off.

"Meg?" he made her jump when he poofed in beside her. Meg had gone back to being in demon confinement at the bunker since Castiel hadn't been around to "keep her in line", which meant that tiny, claustrophobic walls and both Winchesters nagging her to end.

Which also meant the demon was on guard.

"God dammit, Cas!" she hissed, ignoring Castiel obvious amusement ot her discomfort. "What do you want?"

"I thought you might want to get away from here."

"You're a genius Cas, has anyone ever told you?"

"I'm attempting to help you. Especially since I don't agree with how Sam and Dean have been treating you. I guess they've been looking for something new to beat on since Crowley died."

"Well aren't you my knight in shining armor, Clarence?"

"I try."

Meg muttered something before Castiel grabbed her shoulder, the odd sensation of being whisked away was disorienting, and oddly, she missed it.

"Really, more woods?" she grumbled, trying to orientate herself against Castiel's front.

"It's dark, quiet. I assumed you'd like it. You did last time, as I remember."

"Last time- Cas that was two years ago."

He nodded. "You ask me a lot if I remember. Which is a strange question for an angel, mind you."

"Get to the point Clarence."

"I never understood why you asked. Even asked when I was human, but I do remember, Meg."

"Fantastic, want a cookie?"

"What I mean," he muttered, pulled closer to her, resting the bottom half of his face on her forehead. "Is that I do forget. But surprisingly I don't with you."

He grabbed her chin and pulled her face up to look at him, his blue eyes scanning her meatsuit's features before he smiled and kissed her, the taste of sulphur mixing with cleanliness and something they hadn't tasted in so long.

"So," she he pulled away, still looking at her with those stupid blue eyes that had become his own. "You brought me out of their little dungeon to make out with with me and spew some poetry in the woods."

"If that's what you wanted. However I had other plans."

"Love it."