Bittersweet little drabble/oneshot that I wrote from a prompt an anon gave me on tumblr. I think it turned out pretty well. I'm thinking of writing a sequel so please review, if I get enough reviews I will feel more encouraged to write more. If not I will go cry a thousand tears and open up purgatory to let the leviathans in.

Enjoy~

20 minutes

Despite what you might think, Meg was not a fan of thunderstorms. Maybe it was something left over from her human years, maybe it was her instinctual fear of angels. One thing was certain, she was not going to sit in this creepy hospital all by herself. So she decided to visit her favorite patient. It was something of a relief to see him still catatonic. She secretly feared one day he'd wake up and start shooting lightning everywhere. She still remembered the day he first rolled into town. Damn had she been terrified. But he wasn't so bad now, he made a good foot rest. There was an especially loud crash of thunder. Meg looked up but something was wrong. Sleeping beauty was awake.

18 minutes

"Meg. Is that what you call yourself?"

"Yeah. Get off."

"Even though your real name is-"

"Shhh! Yes! Now would you please stop leaning on me?"

"Aha no!"

"What is wrong with you angel boy?"

"I'm not a boy Meg, I'm over 4 billion years old."

"Congratulations. Off."

"No."

16 minutes

Oh shit. "Clarence...Clarence...get up!" Castiel lay face down on the floor. She didn't mean to kill him when she pushed him off her she just didn't want to break her back..again.

"So...beautiful." his voice was a little muffled.

"Come again?"

He spread his arms out and began to caress the floor. "The whole world is so beautiful!"

He stood and suddenly he was right in front of her. He cupped her face in his hand. She tried not to think about how nice it felt. For some reason she couldn't move, maybe it was just the shock. "Even you...a twisted version of my father's sacred creation. Meg...my lovely caretaker."

She really couldn't control herself. She slapped him. His face fell as if she had shattered him. There was the slight flutter of wings and he was gone.

Oh shit.

10 minutes

"Come out come out wherever you are!" she sighed. "Come on Clarence...I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." God knows she didn't hurt anything else, he was like steel. "It's just that...no one's ever said that to me before. It was surprising."

Somehow those words sounded too true. But hey she was a demon she didn't know what truth was.

He came out from under a table, "I don't like conflict."

His whole life was conflict, why be upset about it now. But damn he just looked so helpless under there, peering up at her like a little kid. There was a time when that would have disgusted her, but she had been helpless since then. She reached out a hand, "It's alright. If you get upset again just come back here and I'll come find you."

And he was hugging her again.

5 minutes

"But why did you want me to go to the laundry room?"

Oh Satan was she getting soft. "Shh, just wait." She rifled through the clean clothes. Finally she pulled out a bunch of baggy beige fabric, his prized possession. At least that's what she thought it was, it could be some sort of weird fashion statement. He took it and slipped it on. She thought he might twirl around or something, but instead he looked pensive. He walked up to her, no longer helpless. She looked into the eyes of the angel and almost wished he would kiss her. He looked back into her true face and thought only that she was beautiful because she had given him back his armor. Neither of them knew it but it took exactly twenty inutes for Castiel to remember them.

"Meg I think it's time for you to call the Dean and Sam."