This was written hungover, so I apologize for any typo's now. I also apologize for the slow start, Review's are nice but not mandatory, thank you~ Of course neither Supernatural nor Meg or Cas belong to me, much to my dismay.

Pressing her ribs against the edge of the bar and resting her chest on the ledge as she leaned in carelessly to reach for the first of the three shots, Meg waited. She had been waiting in the seedy bar for what must have been an hour. During those short sixty minutes she'd received a fair bit of attention from the local meat sacks, their breath curdling and reeking of booze and their pick up lines dull. She wasn't impressed, not that she was planning on fucking with anyone tonight but if she had, she knew she could do better. Her current meat suit had been picked for the purpose of it's looks and how that would help her relish in one of her favorite sins. She'd even dressed it accordingly. Tonight her hair was left down in cascading dark curls, her face painted with dark make up and her clothes were both tight and revealing. She went for a magenta tank top, topped with a black leather jacket and a pair of ripped charcoal skinny jeans with black studded cowboy boots.

With the third and final shot downed and with no reaction to the burn the liquor made on her meatsuit, the demon waved the barkeep over for another. Fuck. That was all she could think as she scanned around the bar another time. She'd planned to meet a demon here, Fredric he was called. She didn't really trust demon's ironically but she'd known him for a long time and part of her got a little worried. Not for him. He could re-rot in hell for all she cared. Herself on the other hand..she just had this knot twisting in her stomach that something wasn't right here. Fredric was never late for meetings. The chance of getting her hands on a fallen heavenly weapon was too good of an opportunity to miss but the longer she stayed out in the open like this, the easier it was getting for Crowley to send one his bitches after her. Literally. Weapon or not, she would be leaving in ten minutes.

She'd only just reached for the newly poured shot when speak of the devil. She sensed the demon in question just outside. With a slender hand Meg slugged the shots back, standing in the process. With a quick reach in her jeans she dropped some stolen money on the counter and headed for door. Boots clinking on the sidewalk as she exited the bar she wasted no time in turning into the alley. She felt an unease but pushed it to the back of her mind. It was a risk sure, but at this situation anything was a risk. At the back of the alley leaning on a graffiti'd wall was a man dressed in a suit, 'looks like lawyer' was Meg's initial thought. Relatively handsome, wedding ring..poor bastard never saw the smoke coming. She smirked at the thought as she approached the demon she was here to deal with. "Tell me do you always make your women wait or am I just special?" She chimed with a sickly sweet smile and under-lacing of venom.

Standing up straighter the demon replied in a gruff voice, "Don't flatter yourself, I was being followed-" Before Meg had even a chance to protest or ask questions he added, "..but I took care of it. So let's get down to business." Well he certainly liked to skip the pleasantries that was for damned sure.

"Well I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Meg purred back as she slid a hand into the inside of her leather jacket. Wrapping fingers around the angel blade there she smirked back at the dealer. "One angel blade in exchange for one Crowley killing magic wand." She wasn't entirely sure who Aron was or why his staff was so important but it would certainly help get that smarmy dick out her way and that was all that mattered. She also wasn't entirely sure why she was getting such a good deal but she had it on good authority he had the real deal. Slipping the angel blade from her coat she watched as he simultaneously brought out the wooden rod.
Darkened eyes narrowing, she out held the blade slowly, if he made too sudden of a movement she'd slice his throat, she'd waited too long for this. Particularly after having thought Crowley dead before. Stretching out the free palm upward she accepted the staff into her hand. For the first time in a long time, Meg felt she was going to win. A grin gracing her lips as she held on with both hand, the demon murmured mostly to herself, "I'm coming for you, you-" She however was completely cut off by the sound of fluttering and the sudden surge of light as she turned her head back up.

Eyes blackening she watched as before her the dealer dropped to the littered ground and beside him stood Castiel. Clad in his usual suit and trench coat with those same piercing blue eyes narrowed in her direction. She considered if this was a battle she shouldn't fight but his hand was still raised and she was holding a powerful celestial weapon. She was not getting smited today. "Sorry Clarence." She greeted sarcastically and held the staff up. Part of her was going to miss the feathered little sap..

Nothing happened. Had she not heard right? Was she supposed to say a special command or some shit? With Castiel still staring at her, only now looking extremely unimpressed, the demon was starting to feel threatened. "No Meg, I'm sorry." Cas replied dryly and not sounding sorry at all as he leaned down to search the recently smited demon's corpse. "Because that is a branch from an tree in Missouri."

Face reddening in a mixture of embarrassment and anger, though mostly anger she threw the stick down without a second could she have been so stupid and so easily fooled. Fucking demon's! "What do you mean, fake?"

Castiel came back to a stand holding in his hand both his angel blade and a piece of paper, which after glancing at once he folded into his trench-coat pocket. He squinted and furrowed his brows at her question. "I mean to say not genuine, that is usually what the word fake implies?"

Breathing roughly and harshly for a few moments, Meg let the sting of the situation go. She was now without angel blade or magic stick and confronted with an angel, one that clearly had the hots for her but an angel none the less. "So, what are the chances of you giving me that there blade back, Feathers?" She asked deciding to take the more comfortable approach, swinging her hips to the side and leaning on the wall so as to allow her shirt to ride up several inches. Which judging by Castiel's deep blues, didn't go by unnoticed or un-appreciated.

"I think you'll find it's mine and if you'll excuse me I don't have time to chatter." Cas replied in his matter of fact way.

This took Meg a little by surprise but she did her best not to show it. He was willing to just 'poof' and leave her, even though he had proof of her conspiring to use heavenly weapons. Maybe this little crush was bigger than she thought. Not that this was a bad thing, having an angel fuck toy might be just what she needed on her side these days. "You're still here, how busy are you really, Clarence?" She retorted slinking forward a few more steps like an alley cat til she was near pressed against the angel. She could feel the heat of his vessel against hers in the cool night and looking up at him she could now feel the warm and notably shaky breath as he unflinchingly looked down his nose at her. Eyeing his lips, her own curled upwards. "Besides, last time we met you seemed to enjoy my company." This, she noted made him shift slightly.

"Given the circumstances..I uh, threw caution to the wind?" The latter part of his statement was more of a question. Meg watched intrigued as Castiel seemed to test to words in his mouth unsure if the phrase was correct for their predicament or not. There was something almost sweetly sickening about him trying to use the correct lingo. Like a foreign little puppy dog.

"You must have been particularly reckless there, Clarence." Meg chided as she leaned up on her tip toes to whisper the words into his ear, watching as each syllable painted a hot blush on his neck. "Because little birdies tell me Crowley is still up and kicking..you wouldn't know anything about that now would ya?" It had occurred to her, her best shot at an answer was going to be from him.

"No." Was the angel's simple reply. Well there went her hope for answers. Angel's they really knew how to be dicks. Some of them were almost on par with demon's.

Opening her lips to further interrogate him, Meg halted mid breath as his hand had somehow found it's way on the top of her skull. There was something dangerous and exciting about the feel of his calloused finger tips resting on her chocolate strands an gently pressing against her scalp. After the initial flinch, the demon took a slow step backwards though still remaining in intimate proximity. Heart racing and with anxious eyes she trailed the now black orbs up Castiel's chest, throat and finally face before locking contact with his aqua gaze. Was he going to? Surly if he had intention he would have done it by now. Those were the thoughts swimming in Meg's mind as she stared into his meat suit and he returned the stare, unflinching at her true face. Watching as Cas' eye's fell downwards the slightest she reaslised her mouth was still open from before. The way he was staring at her soft lips made her lower abdomen pool with heat. It must have been at least a minute. A full minute of silence staring with nothing but there breath mixing in small space between. Then nothing. With no indication of leaving, Castiel just vanished. Just 'blipped' out. Leaving Meg standing there near panting and fists clenched.

"Just you wait you son of a bitch." She growled, giving the corpse in the alley a swift kick before storming out of it.