Inner monolog in this chapter by Dean
Songs used so far: "I can't give you anything but love" And "Sunday kind of love"
Warning: Strong language and slight gore ahead.
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Chapter 4, Wedding Bells
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Previously: "And I even have a better eye" Dean says with a wink before looking to Cas "Meg, this is Castiel, Cas, this is Meg" He says as he introduces the two.
Meg smirked slightly as she observed Castiel for a moment. Fresh meat. He was so young, was it even legal for her to talk to him? "Hi" she greets him with a twinkle gleaming in her eye.
She was so very attractive and Cas let his words fall away, surprised at how easy his nervousness could subside if only for a moment when he met her "How are you?" he asks as he glances to her lips and back up to her eyes. Those eyes.
Dean glances between the two and rolls his eyes before looking to Meg, knowing that look in her eyes. He could know what it was anywhere with anyone "Alright, slow down, the kid ain't even legal." Dean argues, trying to suppress the sudden urgency he felt in his heart to protect Cas and what little innocence he had left after Dean had corrupted him.
"Is that so? Since when do you care about legal?" Meg asks Dean with a smug smirk as she tilts her head up to look at him square in the eyes. She would have Cas. And Dean knew that.
Dean sighs and turns to Cas "Alright, cm'ere" he says to Cas as they both step aside and leave Meg to wander her eyes up and down Cas while his attention was elsewhere.
"Alright, this girl" Dean starts in a very soft voice to Cas "she's the first kind. Relatively easy. A home run. Just be careful." He warns Cas as he looks into his face and Cas looks away and nods in understanding. Dean pats his shoulder and smiles at him "Have a good time" he says as he goes to leave Cas alone with Meg, a huge smile spreading across Castiel's face. Despite the feeling in his gut and his overprotectiveness, he was happy for Cas.
Dean was happy just to know at least for one night, Cas could be happy too. Dean was the one that made Cas smile back before he left. Dean had taken Cas under his responsibility. And if he could be the one to make sure Cas was happy, that might just be enough for him.
Cas watches as Dean leaves before turning his attention back to Meg, his smile turning into a small grin. "You know, that's a nice color for you. You should always wear that" He comments on the dress she was wearing.
Meg's eyebrows lifted as she looked at him "Thanks for the fashion tip." She replies with heavy sarcasm. Her eyes did not leave Cas' as he lost his grin.
Cas stares into her eyes for a moment before looking back down at her lips again, the small smile returning "So. What do you say we get out of here?" he asks as he looks back into Meg's eyes.
Without a word, Meg smiles at that and picks up her clutch before she goes to take Cas' arm in hers. They then proceed to leave the bar.
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The door opens in to an Italian Restaurant, and Meg and Cas have seated and made their way through a pleasant evening, dining over a pizza pie.
"So this is a pretty nice place, huh?" Cas says as they are finishing their meal.
"Yeah. They don't sell slices, that's how you can tell" Meg says. She was putting her cigarette out as she had been smoking after she had enough to eat. "So, Cassie… Hm, how do you spell that?" she asks him with a smile.
"I don't really prefer to be called that. But I always thought it was spelled C-A-S-S-Y" He replies as he watches her intently.
"Nah, C-A-S-S-I-E" she corrects him with 100% confidence.
"And why is that?" Cas asks.
"Because Y is a bullshit letter." She replies as she watches the confused look upon Cas' face. She sighs when she notices it won't be going anywhere. Boy this kid was slow. "It doesn't know what it is, what it wants. I mean, is it a vowel, is it a consonant?" Meg elaborates and watches as Cas begins to understand.
"I never really thought about it like that" Cas says as he shrugs.
"That and it's a stronger ending. It says 'if you don't like who I am, you could go fuck yourself'" Meg says as she leans back in her seat and crosses her arms.
Cas' eyebrows lifted as he nodded slightly in agreement before they both fall silent for a moment. Cas watches Meg before he breaks the silence "That's a, a very unusual fragrance you're wearing, what do you call it?" he asks with a slight tilt to his head.
Meg stares at him for a moment, her expression blank "It's called soap." Cas narrows his eyes as he watches her for another moment. So much for small conversation.
After a moment, Cas breaks the silence once more "Dean warned me about you."
"Is that so? What did he say?" Meg asks, this piquing her interest as she smiles slightly.
"He said I couldn't handle you" Cas replies.
"That's only because he couldn't" Meg remarks as her smile widens into a grin.
Cas smiles and shakes his head slightly as he looks down.
"So this group?" Meg asks as she tries to start conversation this time.
"The Varietones." Cas says with a nod.
"Just you and Dean-o?"
"Nah, It is me, Dean and Sam. We had another guy in the mix, too but…" Cas says and trails off, not wanting to get into it.
"Oh yeah? Well where are they?" Meg asks about Sam and this other man.
Cas pauses before he replies "They went away for a while."
"What for?" Meg asks, still interested as to what had happened.
"They did some things" Cas replies as his eyes narrowed. He felt like he was being interviewed, like he was with the detectives. Meg certainly came on strong about what she wanted to know. He wondered why he had to start the conversation until they reached to this point.
"With friends like that, you should change your name to Sinatra" Meg remarks with a twitch of her eyebrow, feeling she had won.
Cas smiles at that "I'm going to be as big as Sinatra"
Meg scoffs "Only if you stand on a chair."
Cas lost his smile to an annoyed frown upon his face. His eyebrows furrowed "Why do you have to say that kind of stuff?" He asks, trying to keep his hurt undetected by Meg's proud and prying gaze.
Meg sighs, seeing that she had struck a chord. She decides to change the topic "Look, first of all, Sinatra wouldn't even be caught dead wearing that jacket. Where'd you get it?" she asks.
"I don't know" Cas says with a shrug "Dean got it off a truck"
"Exactly." Meg says before continuing. "Dean is a two-bit hustler, he doesn't see the big picture."
Cas sighs as he looks at her "So what do I do?" he asks.
Meg smiles mischievously and leans over the table slightly "c'mere" she gestures him to move closer before she gets up and leans over to grab Cas by his collar and pull him up and forward. She only stops once their lips have met and she pulls away once she was at last satisfied. She looks into his face as Cas stares back in sudden nervousness and confusion. He sinks back in the booth as he tries to recollect his thoughts as to what exactly just happened. When he came back around he saw Meg starting to move out of the booth "You got a nickel?" She asks Cas, the mischievous look in her eyes making him even more nervous. She holds her hand out to him as if wanting to take his.
"Yeah" Cas replies as he looks at her, his confusion and nervousness still apparent.
Meg smiles "Call your mother, because you're gonna be late" she replies and Cas' sudden realization strikes him as he gets up and takes her hand after setting down money for the food and tip.
They both then head out of the restaurant and into the night.
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The door openned out into a bright, sky blue day. Church bells rang as they exited the church they had then been married in, people, loved ones, stood on both sides of the walk way and cheered them as they exited. Cas looking sharp and handsome as ever in his tux, and Meg looking stunning in her version of a wedding dress. The happy couple made their way down the stairs and walkway towards the car awaiting them. Rice poured down upon them as the guests had showered them with it. Cas did his best to protect Meg from the small grains of rice pelting. They finally made it to the Plymouth after what felt like forever and they got inside, Dean holding the door open for them and patting Cas' back as he went in. He then closed it behind them and took a step back.
The car pulled away after they were inside and started out for the distance, cans trailing behind it and clanking down the asphalt of the road. And in the rear windshield was a sign, declaring the passengers as "Just Married"
"I want a Sunday kind of love"
Meg already had a couple of years on him and they wanted out. Meg saw Castiel as her chance and she poured it all into him.
Love? I'll be honest with you. I never knew what that was.
Marriage? Marriage is not love. Marriage… Marriage is when you take a shave and your wife sits on the can, clipping her toenails.
Anyways, Cassie is married, We're playing club nights and cutting hair in the day time, and it's their anniversary. So he decides to get Meg some jewelry. So we go shopping.
Cas sighs as he drives his car down the road. It was night, the night of his anniversary to Meg. "I don't understand why he couldn't just drive his own to my place with the jewelry." He remarks to the man in the back seat. He was a business partner of the man in the front passenger side. They were the men who were going to pick up the jewelry from the store.
"Oh, cmon Cassie. You're going to love it. A couple of watches, some nice bracelets. Pearls and diamonds guaranteed" The man in the passengers side commented
"Ey, shut up… He doesn't need to know all that." The guy in the back seat says. He was annoyed with his partner who was laying it on too thick. Cas might catch on something is up…
The other man shrugs before looking at Cas "Cassie's cool. Right Cas?" he asks and Cas shrugs "Yeah. We're cool." He still hadn't caught on what was happening.
The guy in the backseat looks a little annoyed when he sees a passing sign "…This isn't Bloomfield" He remarks his annoyance.
"Nah, its Fairfield" The other man says, looking back.
"Fairfield? No, you fucking asshole, Bloomfield!"
"You said Fairfield!"
"Why would I say Fairfield if it was Bloomfield?!"
"I dunno, Donny, maybe your brain is fucked up!"
"Asshole!"
"Don't call me an asshole!"
"Why not, it's what you are! A piece of fucking shit moron fucking asshole!"
"Alright, guys, he-" Cas starts but is stopped by the man in the passengers.
"You stay out of this!"
"Hey, don't get out of line" The guy in the backseat says with a snap of his fingers as he glares daggers at his partner.
"Fuck him! And fuck you too, okay?! I'm not the asshole, you're the asshole!"
"Don't you call me an asshole, asshole!"
"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it? Asshoooole?"
"What am I gonna do about it? What am I gonna do about it, huh?" the man in the back asks as he pulls out a gun and swiftly points it at his partner. Castiel watches in pure shock and fear as the man shoots him right in the head. The car comes to a dead halt as Cas stares in shock, his jaw dropped and pure horror striking his features. The man was DEAD. There was blood everywhere. He had to be dead! He finally finds his voice "HOLY SHIT! What are you, crazy?" He asks the man in the back seat.
"Now he's the asshole…" Donny says as he grimaces.
"What are you-" Cas starts but Donny interrupts "Get out! Cas, Get out!" "But how could you-" "-Don't worry about it. I can take care of this. I'll call you tomorrow, Get out! Now!" Cas complies and quickly gets out of his own car and starts backing away, Donny yelling "Go! Go!"
Cas swiftly runs away, his heart practically racing out of his chest. Holy crap. He just saw someone get killed. In his own car. Holy SHIT. He ran as far as his legs could carry him.
After Cas was gone Donny and the other man started to laugh. The once dead man was practically crying from laughing so hard.
"Oh you should have seen the look on his face! I'm sorry, but I just cant!" Donny says as he laughs.
"Well don't. We got to lean on him. And hard."
"Yeah."
"We need that money, Donny. Okay?"
"Okay" They say as their mood lightens again.
"Asshoooole! Alright, get in the front" he tells Donny and he complies.
Cas was out of a car and possibly able to be charged with at least being at the scene of the murder. He shuddered. There was only one person he could go to, one person he knew who could help him with this.
Dean.
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A/N: Holy shit guys! A murder! Nah. But will Dean really be able to get Cas out of this one? And I hope I didn't rush into anything with Meg. I believe this was over the space of two years. Also, when do you think Sam will get out? (; all shall be revealed next chapter (I think).