Just something short I wrote after watching the episode 'Goodbye Stranger' for the tiniest plot bunny that get stuck in my drain. It kept poking my nose with its filthy paw demanding me to write this nonsense. My first SPN fic.
Forgive the grammar and tenses mistakes, in my country, we don't have past or future tenses.
Believe it or not, their not mine.. seriously..
Where does demons go when they're stabbed with angel blade? Or fried by angel grace? They say it makes the demons no longer exist. Clearly, demons were soulless, where are their souls? Kept in a hidden vault of the King of Hell. When they possessed a person, they're just some being without a soul.. So, why is she here?
Meg looked around her and saw nothing but white, white plain space, white light so bright she had to squint her eyes. Her eyes? She had a figure? In a flesh? Wait a minute. She looked down to her meat suit, still the small figured actress wannabe from Cheboygan. Is it? She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled some to her view. It's dark brown! Not the hideous bleached blonde Crowley made to pissed her off. That instantly light up her mood. She smiled. So, she just need to know what the hell is going on, who did this, and if she's still in a good mood, thank them that she's not a non-existent being.
Where should she start?
"Hellooo..!" she shouted. No one answered back. Dammit. Maybe she should try a different language?
"Konichiwaaaa..!" she chuckled when no one answered. Real smart, Meg. She rolled her eyes for her trolling brain.
She turned around, nothing there not even a speck and she couldn't feel any other being, human, celestial nor demonic other than hers. Maybe she should start walking to search the end of this white space. But where to? She turned around again but her face bumped something. She took a step back and looked at the man she bumped.
"Who are you?" she asked fully alert, eying the man. He was short, well not as short as her meat suit but shorter than Dean. Brown hair a bit long, but not as girlish length as Sam the Moose's hair.
"Call me whatever you like, sweetheart" The man smiled teasing her.
"Are you God?" is not that she believe there's a God. If there is, why would God give a fuck about a demon? Hell, even the Winchesters didn't give a fuck about her after all the good deeds she had done for them. But what else is as powerful to snatch her from demon death?
"No, too bad, God is... Not available right now. So you have to suck it up and stuck with me" he said nonchalantly.
"Okay, so where am I? Heaven? This doesn't look like the final frontier to me" she never picture what heaven would be like, Castiel once told her, but he was in that crazy town mode babbling, so she didn't really listen to it.
"No. Sorry, but You're not worthy of heaven"
"Yeah, right. I've seen angels with un-heavenly-worth attitude but still hopin' the clouds"
"Would you believe it if I say we're in Utah?" the man raised an eyebrow of annoyance.
"Alright, whatever" she shook her head, letting that one slipped. "Why am I here? And not dead?" she crossed her arms infront of her chest.
"Because I need you" he said with all seriousness.
"Huh" she eyed the man again, he wore an assuring smile. "You want me to do something for you, isn't it?"
"Yes. I need you to get me the Angel tablet"
"Why is it that everyone want their hands on Angel tablet? What can it do?" it irked her to know that the block of stone she thought as Lucifer's sentimental junk was actually something precious.
"For one thing, It can reveal that I'm alive and I can't have that. Second thing, heaven is a big giant mess right now, I need the tablet to restart it"
"Restart heaven?" her lips curled to a sarcastic smile. "So you need me to fetch Heaven's restart button for you? Why would I even want to do that?"
"Because I can give you your soul back"
"My soul? No way" she chuckled mockingly, that is such a bullshit, it can't be, right? Her soul is kept in hell like any other demon. If he said he can get her her soul. What being is powerful enough to rip souls out of hell?.. Angels!
"You're an angel, aren't you?" she took a step back at the realization.
"Ding-ding-ding!" he said mockingly.
Why can't she smell or sense him as an angel? her hand instinctively search for the Angel blade inside her jacket, and found none, "sonovabitch" she mumbled.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk.. Is that really how you should treat the one who rescued you?" he smiled and stepped closer face to face with her. "Looking for this?" an angel blade suddenly appeared on the man's hand. He slid the tip of the blade on her left cheek. She glanced down to see the blade but stood her ground and didn't budged one bit.
"I can do anything I want with you sweetheart. Give you back your soul, makes you mortal again or makes you re-live a thousand torturing deaths or... I can even send you back to hell, to Crowley.. The list could go on and on and on.. Your choice" he said menacingly.
Huh, who is he kidding?, this is Meg he's facing, Azazel's Daughter. She had tortured thousands of souls, she won't flinch at a threat.
"So, you're that powerful huh? Why don't you go and get it yourself?" she dared him.
"You got one thick skull aren't you? I've told you, I can't be seen alive"
"Can't you go MIB on them?"
"Wiping memories? And missed all the fun? Setting a deal with a demon on the other hand.. Especially a demon who is close to the Winchesters and have gained the trust of their angel.. Well.. It's more interesting to watch, don't you think?" he slid the blade down the side of her neck.
"What? No cables in this shit hole?" she chuckled.
"Don't tempt me demon" he glared at her as he push the blade a little on her meat suit's vein. Enough to make her feel the burning sting but not enough to cut the flesh. She gasped.
"Alright. If you're really that powerful, bring me Crowley on a silver platter, I'll get you your Angel Tablet. You restart Heaven, I restart Hell, and we can live happily ever after" She smiled ever so sweetly, the simplicity she missed, just a mission away.
He straightened his pose, the angel blade disappeared from his hand "and I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth.. were passed away.." he pulled out a lollipop from his pocket and offered it to her. She smiled.
"But the fearful and the unbelieving, the abominable and murderers and whore-mongers, and sorcerers and idolaters and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone, which is... the second death" she took the lollipop and unwrapped it.
"You know your way around the bible"
"I was there with Azazel when John wrote it" she smiled smugly.
"To a New Heaven" suddenly two glasses of wine appeared on their hands. He raised his glass.
She raised hers, "To a new hell"
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"You've been busy, Clarence.." she stood leaning to the door frame of a log cabin in the middle of Colorado forest.
"Meg? How do you find me?"
"Didn't you remember? I'm the master of laying low" she smiled and continued, "I brought pizza" she nudged two pizza box stacked next to her feet. "Now, let's move some furniture" she raised an eyebrow and watched him as he blush, unaware of her real intentions.
that's all the bunny gave me..
