For Megstiel Monday, my first SPN fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Crowley would be dead.
"I...didn't think you could do it." Sam had his eyebrows raised as Meg walked up to them, angel blade twirling expertly in her hand.
"I didn't either. Moose." She jabbed at him. He merely scowled, but she noticed the act wasn't as hostile as it had been.
"You killed the King of Hell." Dean pointed out as they drove back to the safe house.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner." Meg deadpanned. "Wasn't easy you know."
"I can see from your face. What I meant was, who rules Hell now?"
The three drove in silence as it dawned on them, Meg's lips turning up into a small smile despite the throbbing pain.
Castiel would see her again.
Dean jogged up to the door first.
"No rush Dean." Sam called out.
"There's a Devil's Trap in front of the door." He jerked his head over to Meg, and Sam nodded.
"You feeling better?" He asked the demoness who was gingerly getting out of the car.
"Healed up a bit. Just got blood everywhere. Think Dean will exorcise me for it?" Sam peered into the back of the car and winced a little. There was so much blood in there, he was surprised she hadn't bled to death.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah probably."
"Are you hurt?" Castiel spoke from the couch when the two of them got in. His eyes ran up and down her figure. Though she knew he was looking for any serious injuries, she pretended he was looking at her just because.
"Healed up in the car." Meg couldn't help but sneak a glance at Sam. She didn't know if he remembered her words. Words spoken when she thought she was going to die. Go out fighting for the forces of good yadah yadah yadah.
Go. Save your brother...and my unicorn.
Judging by his barely concealed smirk, he remembered quite clearly.
She glared at him. Don't even think about mentioning it.
He lifted an eyebrow. Wasn't planning to.
"What about Crowley?" The angel asked, missing the silent exchange between Sam and Meg.
She noticed Sam ushering Dean away. Dean's protests of why they had to move into the other room reached her ears.
"I wouldn't be here if he was alive. You doubting my abilities Clarence?" Castiel's shake of the head answered her. "The tablet?"
"Safe." He reached out a hand and Meg sat next to him, letting him take away the worst of the wounds and blood.
Meg would have actual allies. Not ones made from mutually assured destruction.
"Okay. These are the rules." Dean paced in front of the table as Sam, Meg, and Castiel ate breakfast. The ever present bottle of beer was swinging from Dean's grasp.
"I don't do rules." Meg cut in.
"Too bad. You do now." Dean retorted. His voice was starting to get on Meg's nerves. Didn't his voice hurt from talking like that? "One, Sam and I sit up front in the car. In any car we use. Two, no fornicating or playing pizza man and babysitter while Sammy and I are anywhere in the vicinity. Three-"
"Woah" Meg stood up. "Are these rules specifically for me?"
"And Cas." Sam reminded her.
"Fornicating?"Castiel scrunched his eyebrows.
"Yes. It's when two people who aren't-"
"I know what it is Dean." He interrupted.
"Great. Okay so three-"
"Why do I need rules?" Meg whined.
"It also applies to-"
"Clarence. Yes I know, Sam. I want to know why we need it."
"Well you're coming with us. You need to know how things work around here."
Meg's jaw slackened. "Going with you?"
Dean looked a little put off. "Yeah, thought you knew that."
"As a hostage?" She felt her temper rise. "After everything I've done for you. I know we had a rocky start and all, but still. Not looking forward to being tied up again, no matter how kinky it is." Meg growled.
"Not as a hostage." Sam soothed.
"Then what?"
"An...ally?" He shrugged.
"You guys trust me enough?"
"Cas does." Dean avoided her question.
"Alrighty then Deano." She doesn't let her surprise show on her face as she settles back to enjoy her food. "What's rule number 3?" Dean's grating voice fades into the background as she ponders what it's like to have allies.
She would get a name.
"I was wondering, what's your real name?" Dean asked her, turning to face the backseat. "Meg was that blonde chick's name." Castiel and Sam were in a Gas N Sip, and it was just the two of them in the Impala. Which Meg reminded herself had been fixed ground up a total of six times already.
"It's been four years, you're just asking me that?"
"I don't spend my days thinking about you. I'm not Cas." He defended.
Meg rolled her eyes. "I don't remember my real name. I like Meg though."
"And you don't know your last name?"
"Nope." Meg popped the p, something she knew annoyed Dean.
It was weird that after a couple years, she had learned things about the Winchesters, and vice versa. If you had told her she'd be traveling with them and falling for an angel when she first met them, she'd probably laugh, then slit your throat.
She knew the name of Sam's unicorn. Amelia. She knew Dean had some girl named Cassie out there. And a Lisa. She knew of Dean's fixation with pie. Though that she had found out the day after she started travelling with them.
"I don't really care either. I like my one name, I don't need another."
"Another what?" Sam suddenly opened the car door, holding a bag of food and supplies. Castiel slid into the seat next to Meg.
"Another name. Dude, did you get pie?" Dean turned over the engine as he asked Sam. Sam shook the pie slightly in his brothers face.
"Yes." He replied, exasperated.
"Awesome."
"Last or first?" Castiel queried.
"I don't want any other last or first name." Meg said. "Well, maybe a last name. My fake badge looks weird with Masters on it. One day, it's going to trace back to my first meatsuit."
"What about my last name?" The angel supplied.
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"Uh, what?" Dean finally spoke up.
"What he asked." Meg rose an eyebrow, looking at Castiel.
"Well, you wanted a last name for your fake badge. Take my last name."
As soon as the words for your fake badge left his vessel's mouth, the brothers and Meg relaxed.
Don't get Meg wrong. She loved the guy. They had fun moving furniture around and such. But when she thought he wanted her to take his last name, she had microscopically panicked.
She thought about it. "It could do. It'd look okay on the FBI thingy."
"I'll get that made soon." Dean said. "Sammy, pass me the pie." He did, and Dean fumbled a bit with the wheel and the pastry, finally biting into it. Meg snickered slightly at his moan of pleasure.
"But if you wished for a last name legally, you could also take mine. Meg Novak." He seemed to taste the words on his tongue.
Dean choked on his pie.
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