A/N: I listened to Stone Temple Pilots and got an intense urge for grungesongfic Cas/megstiel/sastiel but this is the best I could do. I hope someone gets inspired and writes something better. If you do, send me a PM or hit me up at avocadoandthepizzaman on tumblr. ;)

If you wanna read the whole thing with lyrics (since ffn is a tightass with their fuckin rules) check AO3, Sarai90.

Enjoy!

She walks down the dark street with purpose. Her new suit was a bit uncomfortable; it was new, not yet worn down in the right places yet, but it was getting there. It just had to be broken in, and the best way to do that was to walk around in it.

This new suit was taller than the last two, with red hair. It was time for a new look anyway. The last one had some back problems.

She's not quite sure how she got out of the last one. Surely she should be done for; Crowley had really done a number on it. Oh well, who was she to question? Her only responsibility was to take advantage of her new anonymity. Maybe she'd help Dumb and Dumber, maybe not. Maybe she'd just go find her unicorn and move some furniture.

But first she'd have to find him. And what better opportunity than that to break in her new meatsuit?

She found him in a chain restaurant drinking straight black coffee months later. To be fair, she'd had a bit of fun on her own for a while. Apparently the angels had fallen and they didn't much like her. Well, she didn't much like them either. And it's justifiable if they attacked her first, right? Not that she's trying to justify killing angels...

He looks...content drinking his coffee alone. She wonders briefly where the Winchesters are before deciding she doesn't care. He's changed his clothes - ditched the tie, got a shorter coat - and he looks good. Really good. His aura's off, though. Not like it used to be. Like his grace is adjusting to a new vessel, but that's clearly the same meat suit, and that's clearly Clarence. She brushes it off and walks through the door. He doesn't even twitch.

He doesn't look at her until she's seated across from him in the booth. The moment his eyes reach hers, though, they widen in recognition. He knows her true face immediately and while he doesn't outright smile, his features soften and his eyes sparkle.

"Meg."

She smirks and twitches an eyebrow. "Hey, Clarence. Miss me?"

He smiles. "I did. I thought Crowley-"

"Yeah, me too," she cuts him off. "Woke up as smoke just kinda...drifting somewhere outside Oklahoma City. Found this hot piece of meat hitchhiking."

Castiel frowns at the loss of another life at the hands of a demon, but the joy he feels at seeing Meg again eases his discomfort some. All life is precious, but...he had missed her.

"You know," he lowers his voice to a near-whisper. "I understand it's a bit early for dinner...but I've also learned it's always a good time for pizza." His eyes bore into hers with unwavering intent. Man, she'd missed that look.

She smirks and takes his hand, but he pulls back to grab a wallet and she rolls her eyes when he sets down a couple of bills. 'He's too humanized,' she thinks. 'We'll have to do something about that.' She quickly grabs his wrist and drags him out of the establishment.

He drives them to his motel and they order pizza and they don't leave for two days, just take time to relearn each other.