Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Just in case you guys want to be punched in the feels a little harder, I have a Castiel Feels playlist and a Megstiel Feels playlist. WARNING: THERE IS A LOT OF MUMFORD AND SONS BECAUSE FOR SOME REASON ALL OF THEIR SONGS ARE WEIRDLY ACCURATE TO SUPERNATURAL, CASTIEL, OR MEGSTIEL. SO... YEAH! Look up lyrics!
Castiel:
Babel by Mumford and Sons
Below my Feet by Mumford and Sons
Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons
Lunatic Fringe by Red Rider
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Roll Away your Stone by Mumford and Sons
Skyfall by Adele
Splendor by M83
Tiger Mountain Peasant Song by Fleet Foxes
Timshel by Mumford and Sons
Trouble Weighs a Ton by Dan Auerbach
Megstiel:
Ghosts That We Knew by Mumford and Sons
Raise Your Weapon by Deadmau5
White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons
Hideaway by Karen O and the Kids
Your Protector by Fleet Foxes
After the Storm by Mumford and Sons
Rivers and Roads by The Head and The Heart
Reminder by Mumford and Sons
Weights and Measures by Dry the River
Wonderwall by Ryan Adams
The Scientist by Coldplay
Hopeless Wanderer by Mumford and Sons
Civilian by Wye Oak
Wolves by Ego Likeness
Chapter 2: Suit And Tie
After Castiel and Meg left the Winchesters, they returned to the motel that they stayed at. A few scraps of paper swished to the ground as the angel made his quick descent. Meg still looked flustered from what Dean had told her and Castiel knew better than to question what was the matter.
Meg was like an lion, or in this case, a lioness, and Crowley was a horribly annoying hyena. He kept pushing her buttons because he knew it would make him laugh. Which in this case only made Meg angrier. She was pacing in her own bubble, balling her fists until her knuckles were white.
"I can't believe that son of a bitch!" She growled. Castiel watched her pace, his solemn blue eyes following her. He continued to stand and watch until she noticed. Meg halted and glared at him fiercely. "Why do you keep staring at me like that?" She demanded.
Castiel smiled, "You're cute when you're angry."
Meg let her hands free and she sighed. For some reason, his words calmed her but to an extent as she was still furious with Sam and Dean. "What did we talk about, Cas?"
"We talk about a lot of things." He responded, shrugging cluelessly.
Meg shook her head, "Never mind..." She sat down on the bed and ran a hand through her brown locks. "You know what this means right?"
Castiel, still standing in his little spot, said "Crowley will come for you because he knows you're working with Sam and Dean."
"Nothin' but net, Clarence." Meg toned to the angel. "One for one." Patting the spot next to her on the bed, she beckoned to Castiel. He complied and sat next to the demon, his weight leveling off the bed. It wasn't really until this moment that Meg realized how tall he was. The angel was at least a steady six-foot, and other than his height, Meg recognized the lean muscle that lay beneath the white hospital clothes he had on. Speaking of clothes, she also realized that he had been wearing the same thing since she started watching him. It was then that Meg wanted to something "nice" for once and get Castiel something new to wear.
"I wont let Crowley hurt you, Meg." Castiel said softly, breaking the silence. Meg accepted his minor act of chivalry and placed her head on his shoulder, leaning into him tiredly. "I promise." Said the angel.
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"Open your eyes," Meg told him.
Castiel did so and stared at the box sitting in front of him at the table. "What is it?" He asked, his eyes wandering quizzically on the box wrapped in white wrapping paper.
"You'll just have to open it and see."
"I've never been given a gift before..." Castiel said quietly.
Meg raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?" She laughed and Castiel's eyes softened as he wondered why she was laughing.
"You've never been given a gift?"
The angel shook his head. "I don't think you can count my wings... those were the only gift I have ever received."
"You're gifted wings in Heaven?" She asked him, taking a seat across the table from him.
"Well yes," He began. "But first you have to earn them."
Meg turned to him and smiled, "Earn them?"
Castiel frowned, "We are warriors of Heaven... and to earn our wings we must prove ourself to our Father." His look made Meg question his current loyalty to his home. He hadn't been there in almost a year... what he did to his brothers when they defied him in all sense of the word was massacre. Even Meg thought it wasn't right. He had his brothers blood spread all over him and he would never come clean.
While they sat in silence, Castiel picked at the paper wrapping his gift.
"Well don't hesitate, Clarence, open it." Meg's voice was slow and sweet.
He did as he was told and peeled the paper back from the box that enclosed whatever was inside. Castiel's eyes grew soft as he beheld the contents of this box. It was a suit and tie. A black suit and blue tie identical to the one that belonged to his vessel so long ago. For someone who had never been given a gift, Castiel was awestruck. He did not have the proper reaction lined up. He thought, at first, that this was a joke. A practical mock on Meg's part. Then when he eyed the suit with more admiration, he realized that it was as simple as this: Castiel was given a gift by someone who admired him enough to consider this act.
"Well," Meg started. "Do you like it?"
The angel looked up at the demon and his sky-blue eyes spoke not only what was unspeakable, but also that of what he was going to say next. "It's the nicest thing anyone has ever given to me, Meg..." Castiel stood, the silk tie cool between his calloused fingers and the smell of newness running through the room. "Thank you."
"Try it on, big boy." She winked at him and he blushed slightly, trying to not convey the message of embarrassment.
He paced to the small bathroom and proceeded to strip himself of the hospital clothes that he had been wearing ever since. He looked at himself in the mirror and for a second, Castiel did not appreciate the being staring back. He was beaten, scarred, and thrown into a life of suffering. How could he, and angel of The Lord, forgive himself for the horrid deeds he had carried out? He had no right nor no idea to ask for forgiveness. His father, though it pained him to say, was useless. Did he ever exist in the first place? Or was it all an elaborate ruse to get him and his siblings whipped into place? It did not matter where they had come from or how they were created so as long as they had something to believe in. However, what force they looked to for so long was now a fading memory in every angels mind.
The pieces of clothing felt heavy on his body unlike the previous but they also felt right. Castiel felt as if putting on this suit would somehow restore him to his former glory. But, he digressed. It was just a gift.
He struggled with the tie as it had been awhile since he had to fixate it. Meg knocked on the door, warning Castiel of her entrance. She stood in the doorway, a smirk tugging at her red lips. The angel turned to her, his face twisted into minor frustration as the tie seemed nigh impossible.
"Here..." Meg spoke softly. She snatched the tie in her small hands and gave Castiel an urgent tug towards her. Their bodies were pressed together, his heat clashing with her cold. Their noses only an inch apart and Meg was able to catch his scent. Something of the earth after a rain or fog in the early morning. The stubble lining his jaw raked the side of her cheek as she tilted her head to kiss him there. When her lips pressed to his skin, he let out a small whimper of protest that he knew was to be shot down. The demon had never been so close to him and now that she had him right where she wanted him, she was going to do her best to drag it out. When her lips were mere centimeters apart, Meg tugged once more on his tie, brining his lips flush against hers.
She could feel Castiel's shoulders relax as he let his breath escape from his nose. He placed his large hands on either side of her face, caressing her cheeks with a fragile touch as thought he thought he might shatter her. The kiss deepened when Meg's hands snaked up his chest, causing the angel to shiver with pleasure. Gently pushing her against the wall of the bathroom, they broke and Meg chuckled as she watched Castiel shuffle backwards nervously to allow her some space.
"I... I don't think we should be doing this." He said quietly.
Meg frowned and crossed her arms. "Why not?"
He gaze locked with her own, the colors of their eyes clashing in the dimness of the room. "Because I am an angel and you are-"
"A demon, I know." Meg said blatantly. "I'm sick of hearing that, you know." She pushed herself off the wall and stood before him. "But wasn't it you who told me that we're free to do anything we want?"
"I do recall saying that."
"So who told you that you can't to this," Meg motioned between them with her hand.
Castiel's goofy smile showed slightly in the bad light. "Nobody."
Meg snapped her finger and pointed to the angel. "Exactly." She snatched the blue tie in her hand one more but this time she was actually going to fix it for him. "You can do anything you want, sweetheart." Meg said, reiterating what Castiel said to her a while back.
Now she was sure.
She was sure that her and this angel would be around for as long as they wanted.
A/N: Chillin at 3 AM, smoking a cigarette, and listening to Mumford is the best time to write. Castiel and Meg FOREVER! Look out for chapter three soon!
