They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Meg really hoped they were right. She wanted to see him one last time. Crowley slashed at her with an angle blade. How ironic, Meg thought. I'm gonna be killed by a tool for angels as I die to save the angel I love. Isn't that just dramatic. Ick love what was wrong with her. The answer to that little riddle was obvious, the one she loved, Castiel, Clarence, the angel that made a back stabbing bitch into a hero.

Meg loved and hated Castiel with her whole being. The feeling of hate was familiar. It had been the first feeling she'd felt as a demon. For a long time in was the most common feeling in her life. Hate was strong, for the way he made her feel weak. For the way his stupid beautiful blue eyes seemed to look into her soul. Do you really want to be a monster?, they seemed to inquire. And then the stupid hope, so naive. "I can save you", was stated with such determination as it sparkled in the lakes of blue.

But, the worst was the way he made her believe too. He made her want it. Want to be good. Want to change. All the good that did her.

Then, there was the love. A human feeling, a feeling that was lost to her, a feeling she should've never felt again. It hit her like a wave of blinding light. It tossed her into a place too bright for her to get her bearings. It was almost like Castiel had shown her his true self.

She hated herself sometimes too, just for loving it. She despised the way she felt warm when he touched her, the way she was given a new instinct, an instinct to protect the innocent creature in front of her. Castiel really was a damn unicorn. Meg never imagined an angel could be so beautiful in the eyes of a demon.

She hated it! But not really... That's just what she told herself. She lied to herself because for the first time in her new life, Meg hadn't felt in control. She had no control over the way she lost herself in Castiel's eyes. She couldn't stop the way his presence made her light up from the inside. She couldn't control the way a tidal wave of protective mamma bear mode crashed into anyone that dared to threaten her angel in the form of her blade.

She had sat at his bedside, pretending to be a fudging nurse! She was stupid. She was...Loyal. When she kissed him the first time she felt clean and it didn't sicken her. She began to remember being human. She remembered feeling and it was frightening and beautiful and powerful.

With him she was free, loved, protected. Meg knew it was risky and at some point she stopped caring.

Meg had to admit she was a crappy demon. She was kinda good now. It was all her damn angels fault and...she couldn't bring herself to hate it.

Thats why she fought Crowley. Every instinct told her to run to leave, but Castiel needed time. She needed to buy him time. So Meg fought against her master, her fellow demon, to save an angel.

Meg looked at the impala. "No Cas in the backseat." He got away. Safe, he was safe. Meg smiled. She was going to die and it was okay because her amazing, stupid, unicorn, angel, was going to be okay. Isn't that all that matters? She had protected her light. Castiel was her innocence, salvation, boyfriend, conscious, love interest, beautiful creature.

Meg, a demon just in case you forgot, died in an honorable, weak, human way. Meg died fighting for the one she loved and as stupid and throw up worthy as it sounded, she died with a smile on her face.

This time around she had done better and she walked into her own heaven. Well I'll be damned, She thought. Saved by an angel.

The cured bit good demon waited for her broken bit bad angel. She thought about him all the time.

And they were good memories.