The silence was deafening as Clarence drove Meg home. But Meg couldn't help herself. She had to try and break the silence. She was so used to getting her way. All she had to do was speak in her low, sultry voice and watch men melt at her feet. But here she was, sitting in a car with a man who refused to look at her for longer than three seconds. And when he did, his handsome face was pulled into a scowl.

"Not much of a talker are you Cas?" She commented, looking at him, how he stared stoneily ahead, trying his best to ignore her.

Silence.

Meg sighed. A heavy, the-world-is-on-my-shoulders sigh.

"Stop the car." She said suddenly, her voice even. Clarence looked over at her before quickly putting his eyes back on the road. "What are you talking about."

"Stop the car right now, before I open the door and jump out into the street."

"Have you lost your mind?" Cas' voice was tight, his dark eyebrows knitting together on his forehead.

"Listen to me right now pretty boy. You obviously have no intention of getting to know me. And I refuse to drive home with a spoiled brat who has absolutely no manners. So stop the car and leave me here."

Clarence slowed the car and pulled over. Meg flung her door open and stepped out onto the wet pavement, crossing over to the closest sidewalk.

Begrudgingly, Clarence pulled the keys out of the ignition and followed her. It was dark out, the only light coming from streetlights and passing cars.

"Stop!" He called after her. She ignored him, and continued walking. It was only fair, after all he had ignored her all night.

"Meg you stop immedietly!"

She froze in her steps, turning slowly. "Never speak to me like that again. You can't command me to do anything. You aren't my bloody master."

"Bloody? What, did you suddenly become a Brit?"

Meg felt the blood rising to her face. No one had ever pushed her buttons like this man. Did he think he was that much better than her? Just because he happened to be adopted by the richest man in town, didn't entitle him to treat people like they were an inconvieniance.

"I very well could be British." She spat vehemently. "But you wouldn't know that, would you? Since you have made absolutely zero effort to get to know me today. You know what, I am sorry that I ever even entertained the idea of getting close to you, or your brothers, for that matter. You are all arrogant brats with a rich daddy and a free pass on life. Well I'm sorry Clarence Singer, but not everyone is raised in an ivory tower, sucking on a silver spoon while their daddy pays people to be their friends."

Clarence looked like he had been slapped. And he had been, verbally at least. Meg took a breath, just as he began to speak.

"What makes you think my life has been easy?" Clarence replied, his voice sounding like a brewing storm. He looked intimidating, angry, but Meg had a knack for noticing the little things about people. Their tells. It came in handy in gambling. Like now, she noticed how he dug the nail of his thumb into his first finger, leaving a red crescent mark when he lifted his thumb. She noticed how his left cheek was pulled slightly inward, he was biting it. Most likely a habit he'd had all his life. He was more than just angry. She had pushed all the right buttons.

Good She though. Let him get a taste of his own medicine.

"My life, may seem easy to you," He began. "But just because I have money, doesn't mean a thing. And who do you think you are? You think I don't see through you? I know women like you Meg. You honestly think I don't know what you're after? You don't care about me, or my brothers. You care about money. You throw yourself at us, hoping for a chance at the inheritance, but guess what?" He thrust his hands into the air and laughed bitterly. "My brothers are engaged. Both of them. And if you think that you're going to get in the middle of one or both of their relationships, you are wrong. And I will never, ever give in to you. So leave me and my family alone."

"Where is this coming from?" Meg exploded. "I have done absolutely nothing except go to dinner with my family, and like it or not Clancy old boy, our families are friends. You have no reason to treat me like this. I haven't made any advances towards you or your brothers, you self centered brat. Who is to say that I would even want to be with you?" She laughed, her bitterness matching that of his.

They stood there, staring at each other, heat growing between them like a fire. Meg reached up, and slapped his cheek, hard.

He looked taken aback. But he didn't move. Not an inch, he just stared at her. His blue eyes boring a hole through her soul. The fire between them roared stronger. Without warning, Clarence pulled Meg to him, kissing her with urgency. The kiss burned with anger and passion and everything that shouldn't feel right in a kiss, and yet it did.

She pulled away for a moment before moving back into him. He gently pushed her forward so her back was against the brick wall of the building behind them. Kissing her as if her lips werethe oxygen that he needed to survive. And just as abruptly as it had begun, the kiss was over.

The sky rumbled, the already dark sky becoming darker as the storm clouds flooded like black waves in the sky.

"You aren't walking home in this." Clarence said. He looked at Meg, who matched his gaze. She was much shorter than him, but when she stood up straight, her shoulders square and gaze unwavering- she was almost as intimidating.

"You just try and stop me."

And then, she was gone.

Cas pulled into the driveway and ran his hands through his dark hair. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the leather of the seat.

He tried to block it out, but all he saw when he closed his eyes, was her. With her dark silky hair and doe like eyes. All indignation and spunk. He cursed himself for letting her charms work on him. But had they? She hadn't been putting on an act then. She'd looked like she hated him. And in that moment, he felt like he deserved it, and like he hated her too. So why. Why had he been the one who had initiated that kiss? It had been all him, and he hated himself for it, and hated that no one was to blame but him.