'You're a tragic little shit, you know that, Clarence?' Meg teased, passing a cup of coffee into his shaking hands. They had been hidden away for a while now, in a small, crumbling cabin in the middle of nowhere ever since Castiel had fallen sick.
'I mean, really. You're sat here like a useless little sap, and I'm just supposed to… What? Nurse you back to health? Just the thought of it makes my freakin' skin crawl.' She sighed, kicking off her boots and then climbing into the other side of the bed. The demon nuzzled her nose into his neck for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before he had a chance to sip from the mug in his hands. A smirk crept onto his lips and he hooked one arm around her waist, resting his cheek on the top of her hair, which had been looking untamed since she practically crawled out of bed that morning.
'You don't have to be here, you know.' He told her, using one hand to run his fingers through the ends of her hair. She winced as she realised that the arm which was holding his coffee was shaking so badly that the drink almost spilled over the sides. She bit her tongue though, not wanting to sound like she cared too much.
Rolling her eyes, she began to trail her finger over his chest, her painted black nails leaving a trail of light scratches.
'Nah. There's nothing out there for me. I'd rather corrupt an angel, anyway.' She purred, trailing her lips over the light stubble on his jaw. He smiled, leaning into her as she made her way up to his nose, his hand resting on her hip.
'Oh, really?' The angel murmured, placing a finger under her chin and pressing his lips delicately to hers.
'Mmm.' She replied quietly, going to kiss him back properly, but he shook his head, placing a finger on her lips. A small crease formed in between her eyebrows as she stared at him in confusion. He rarely ever turned her away, after all.
'We wouldn't want you getting sick now, would we?' He said.
'Fuck that.' She replied, before slipping a hand behind his neck and kissing him once more.