Crowley is a cruel bastard, though Meg didn't expect any less of him. She could see his outline from where she lay on the pavement, shaking and cursing him through the blood in her mouth. The King of Hell coldly wiped the blood -her blood- off his blade and disappeared.
Of course he wouldn't make a clean kill. Of course he'd leave her on the ground, her twisted soul slowly unravelling from the magic of the angel blade. There was nothing left to do but grit her teeth and wait for sweet oblivion, or Hell or purgatory or whatever happens to a demon killed with an angel's blade.
Her eyes snapped open at a familiar sound, a light muffled fwump of wings- angelic wings. She couldn't help but chuckle, a broken, uneven sound as arms tried to pick her up gently.
They were still too rough for her host's broken body and her chuckles broke into gasps of pain, but the amusement never left her eyes. A strong arm propped her up so that she was staring into familiar blue eyes. Castiel.
"Clarence, you shouldn't have. I'm touched," she grinned, though he did not share her mirth. His brows were heavy with worry as his eyes went from the blood spilling out of her mouth to the red gushing from her abdomen along with her host's insides.
"Don't talk. I will heal you-" Castiel brought his hand up towards her face, but Meg grabbed his arm, stopping the motion.
"Don't be stupid." The mirth had left her eyes and she stared into those blue orbs until Castiel looked away. They both knew he couldn't save her, not from the cut of an angelic weapon. She relaxed her grip and her arm fell down limply at her side, her strength spent.
"Promise me something, Castiel" she gasped through a spasm of pain and she felt the angel's grip on her tighten protectively. "Make sure that bastard suffers before you end him."
Her words diminished with each quieter than the last until she spoke in barely a whisper. He leaned his face closer to hers to better hear her, and Meg ended her sentence with a grin and a quick, shameless laugh. She used the last of her strength to pull him down for a kiss.
She found that he wasn't nearly as surprised as she thought he'd be. That's too bad; she had been hoping to catch him off guard.
It was cruel to her Angel, she knew, to die in his arms sharing that blood-soaked kiss. And she didn't care.
"I promise."
AN: I saw a prompt on tumblr where Meg would pray to Cas to help her and he comes and heals her and all is good but I thought that would be out of character and since we obviously didn't have our hearts broken enough after that last episode here have this
I kind of hate myself now
