Nightfall was approaching, and Meg was still out in the dark, crouched in some unknown alley. She must have been there for hour's, because the last she remembered, was that it was still daytime, and wasn't freezing, and to make matters worse, her clothes were still soaked through the fabric, from the rain earlier that day. The strong cold chilled through each, and every one of her bone's, causing her to shiver violently. Another damp breeze then blew through the seam's of her clothing, adding to the chilling mixture of the water. She wanted to leave, but she absolutely didn't want to have to go back home, and get kicked in the ass for being late, and she couldn't exactly stay in some wet, rat infested alley for the rest of the night.

Attempting to stand up, Meg didn't notice the sharp, silver piece of jagged steel sticking up right next to her wrist, and without looking, the sharp steel dragged across her small, scarred wrist, leaving a cut, that was at least two inches deep, and gushing out thick red blood. She immediately grasped ahold of the bleeding wound, ripping off a piece of fabric from her white shirt, and wrapping it tightly around the sliced skin.

"Fuck." She whispered shakily, feeling tears begin to blur her vision. Pressing her back against the brick wall, she felt the sobs wrack her small body, and the tears spilling down her pale face. And right at this moment, she just wanted to die.

"Meg?" She heard a familiar voice call. Moving her eye's toward the deep voice, she saw the face of Castiel.

A look of concern flashed across his face, as he saw the way she was clutching onto her bloody, leaking wrist. He cautiously made his way over to her crouched form against the alley wall, offering her his hand, which she graciously took.

"What happened?" He asked, slinging his arm over her shoulder and pulling her shivering body closer to his. She was luckily able to stop herself from crying before he could ask anything about that, even though on the inside, she was indeed crying. Crying for someone to be there, crying for someone to care, crying that this was all just a hopeless daydream, that Cas was just her minds' invention of a friend so she wouldn't have to accept that she had absolutely no one. But, deep down she knew that he actually was real, and that he was really here, and it was really his arm that was slung loosely around her shoulder. It was all real.

"Meg? Hello?" He tried to get her attention, and waved his hand in front of her eye's, snapping her out of her never ending train of thoughts.

She focused her attention back to him before speaking.

"Oh sorry, I was just...thinking." She replied, dragging out the last word of that sentence. He smiled softly at her, his eye's especially lighting up whenever he smiled, and it never failed to make Meg melt.

"So, what happened?" He asked curiously, averting his gaze towards her swollen and bleeding wrist. She sighed quietly, she knew that she couldn't tell him the truth, or anything about her life for that matter, but she wanted to, she wanted to be able to tell him everything, even about her suck-ass parents, and that sick, perverted, shitty teacher, Mr. Burkins, but for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to do anything of the sort.

"Well, I uh, kind of, um, fell, and cut my wrist..." She spoke nervously, mentally cursing herself for her horrible lying skills. But thankfully, he believed it.

"Here, why don't you come over and I'll fix it up for you." He suggested.

"O-Okay, sure." She replied, praying that her parents wouldn't notice, and would hopefully be too busy with their head up their drinks, or whatever it is that they do.

He carefully guided her out of the long alleyway, and out onto the street in the direction of his house.

••••••

Wow. Was all that went through Meg's mind as her and Cas entered his large home. The place was like a fucking palace it was so big, and not to mention beautiful. But when they entered, Meg's mouth fell agape, the living room was probably about five times the size of hers', it had a giant flat screen TV, a huge sofa that could easily seat eight, and a marble stone fireplace that was currently burning a roaring fire.

"Well, welcome to my house, I guess." Castiel chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

"It's gorgeous, Cas." Meg replied, still standing in awe of the beautiful home. He smiled another one of his amazing smiles at her, before quickly jogging to the kitchen to retrieve a water.

Right as he was exiting the kitchen, Gabriel stopped him.

"Dude, who's the babe in the living room?" Gabriel asked, a smirk painted across his face. Castiel rolled his eye's before groaning.

"You didn't say anything stupid, did you?"

"Depends, what do you consider 'stupid'?" Gabriel asked, attempting to sound innocent.

"Idiot" Castiel muttered, walking out back to the livying area, instantly smiling when he took in the appearance of Meg. He watched as her light brown eye's lit up as the fire gleamed into them, making them even more beautiful. She was beautiful.

"I'd definitely take a picture bro, it'll last longer." Gabriel whispered, his signature smirk still plastered on his face.

"Shut up, Gabe." Castiel growled, before walking back over to Meg and handing her the water. She gently took it from him, and flashed him a shy smile.

"Gabriel didn't frighten you too much, did he?" Castiel asked, chuckling as Gabriel stuck his tongue out him, Castiel doing the same. Meg giggled slightly before answering.

"Nope, not at all." She replied, both of them ending up in a laughing fit.

"So Immature." Gabriel said, although his cheeks were turning red from holding in all of his laughter.

"Oh-Oh WE'RE the immature one's? Yeah sure, Gabe." Castiel replied, causing Gabriel to release all of his pent up laughter, which they all did for another ten minutes.

It felt good to finally laugh again. Meg actually couldn't even remember the last time she'd ever laughed that much.

"Well, we're gonna head upstairs for a while." Castiel said, still panting from the laughter fit.

"Y-Yeah, nice meeting you Meg!" Gabriel said, starting to exit out of the living room.

"You too Gabriel!" She called back.

"Please, call me Gabe." He said, grinning at her. She grinned back, not even remembering about her sliced up wrist, until she felt a surge of pain course through her entire arm, causing her to wince at the pain. Castiel looked at her sympathetically, helping her up from the huge couch.

They both steadily walked up the spiral staircase, and down the long hall, stopping when they finally reached Castiel's bedroom.

He opened the door to reveal his entire room, it had a queen sized bed, a large bookshelf that was nearly filled with books, a flat screen TV mounted to wall, a few chairs placed perfectly in the corner, and a cherry wood desk positioned against the wall. Once again, Meg was still in awe at how awesome his house was.

"I'll go get the medical kit, make yourself at home." Cas said, exiting the room in search of some medical supplies. She leaned up against the beige colored wall, immediately realizing how weak her leg's felt. She hoped she would be able to walk home okay.

He then returned with a medium sized gray box, which Meg guessed could only be the kit.

"Why hello Doctor Cas." She teased, earning a laugh from him.

"Yes Ms. Masters, please take a seat." He returned, gesturing towards the bed. She complied and gently sat down on the firm bed. He then took one of the white cotton pads from the kit, and dipped it in rubbing alcohol.

"Okay, this may sting..." Castiel warned, gently pressing the pad against her wound. She bit her bottom lip in attempt to cover up the groan that made it's way up her throat, but luckily, the stinging soon died down, leaving the cut disinfected, and clean.

He continued to tenderly clean and patch up the wound, once finished, her wrist felt much, much better.

"Thanks so much, Cas." She thanked him, getting up from her position on the bed.

"Anytime Meg." He replied with a smile.

"Well, I'd better get going." She said, but he stopped her.

"You can stay if you want, my parents won't mind." He offered, deep down hoping that she'd say yes.

"A-Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude or anything..."

"Trust me you aren't intruding at all Meg, my parents always tell me I should bring more friends over so..."

She nodded and smiled again. There was just something about Cas that made her really happy, even though she'd only known him for a little over four day's.

It was just something about him.

••••••

After getting a change of clothes, Meg started to exit his room to one of the other guest room's, but he'd stopped her again.

"Y-You can stay i-in here, if y-you want?" Cas asked, sounding a lot more nervous than he wanted to. Meg only chuckled and sat down on the bed next to him. They both got under the cover's together, and stayed on opposite end's of the bed. But, they somehow managed to end up in each other's arm's in their sleep.

And even though Meg was asleep, it was the most comfortable she'd ever been in her whole life.

All because of Cas.

TBC

Okay, so I really felt like writing fluff, so this chapter kinda happened :) I hope you liked it!