When an angel presents his wings, it is only to be in front of God's chosen, when displaying their superiority, or when they are home in heaven.
However there were times when angels went against those rules, when emotions were high enough and when angels lost that bit of self control, thunderbolts and lightning would rain from the sky and sharp angelic screams would rip through the clouds.
The amount of power that ripped through the air was tremendous, almost so that light bulbs shattered over his head, the angel letting his power go as it filled the entire motel room, cracking and snapping as he kept his demon pinned down, tasting her odd taste and smelling the tinges of sulphur that lingered in the air.
Meg kept her hands hard in his back, nails deep in his skin as he thrusted her again, the angel almost blinded by the light that glowed in his eyes and Meg barely able to contain her darkness as she felt her eyes flick to black.
"Castiel…"
"Mmmn?"
She watched him slow his movements, pausing slightly before looking up at her with those glowing eyes. He was looking right at her, though she was sure he was blinded behind that glow. "What's with that?"
"With…?" His eyes narrowed, his lids halfway blocking the light.
"That fucking light! You're bright as damn headlights at night!" Meg growled, shielding her eyes from the intensity.
"Oh," he blinked, focusing his power and she watched his eyes dim.
"Seriously?"
"It's…been harder to control. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, well," she glared up at him, almost amused at how quickly he seemed to revert back. His lips were swollen and his hair was on all ends, and to be honest, if she wasn't thrown out of the mood she'd fuck him right there. "You keep doing that we're gonna get nowhere."
"As I've said several times it's not my fault."
"You're an angel."
"Yet I haven't been for a while," he pointed out. "the power is harder to maintain now."
Meg glared at him before shifting under him and forcing him to roll off, ignoring Castiel's protests . "Just what I need, flashlights in my eyes."
"I apologize for that."
Meg raised an eyebrow, looking to the side to see Castiel on his front; eyes half closed in content. It was strange how he looked like he had months ago without his grace, how that seemed to change him so much over the last few months. He was more laid back and less likely to argue with her, which gave him extra brownie points, but there were times when this Castiel seemed so different it made Meg uncomfortable.
Also tie in the laziness he seemed so proud of and she had a package deal.
With a sigh she whacked his side, watching him jump slightly before rolling over. He fell down on his back and eyed her, head tilted and head fully relaxed.
"What?"
"You gonna go all glowball on me again?"
"Are you willing to see?" Castiel asked, scooting closer to where she sat so that his arm brushed her side, "because to be honest I don't want to deal with you yelling at me again for something I have no control over."
She glared at him. "You've become a giant ass."
He watched with confusion when she slid on top him, feeling his arms and hands instantly slide up her thighs to her hips.
"So you are willing."
"If it will keep you from looking so damn smug, yeah," Meg muttered, dragging her nails over his scruff. "Because if you flash me again we're not gonna give this happy adventure a second chance."
