WEKYN CH 10
Chapter 10
The first thing Castiel noticed was the soft beep of the heart rate monitor next to him. The second thing he noticed was the soft grip of a hand holding his. Groaning softly in pain, Castiel sat up in bed, blinking several times before taking in his surroundings. A very clean, white room greeted him, confusing him as he tried to clear the fog of sleep from his brain. Wait…ok so what happened? I was at the factory, I dealt with Lucifer…I was with Meg…MEG! His mind screamed frantically at him. Feeling the hand in his squeeze him softly, he turned and saw Meg sleeping in a chair right next to his bed. A soft smile adorned his lips as he took in the sleeping woman.
Meg didn't seem to worse for wear, though the smattering of bruises and cuts that were half healed on her face made him want to go bring Lucifer back if only to kill him again. He calmed himself though, they were both alive and out of danger for the moment. It was time to relax, even if it was only for a day before they began dealing with the legal kerfuffle that awaited them. Castiel hoped that Sam was as good as he said he was, otherwise this would be a whole new war to fight.
Setting those thoughts aside, Castiel began to take stock of his wounds. Pulling off his shirt, he grimaced at the crisscross of bandages covering his chest. Stupid, stupid, stupid I shouldn't have let him get that close, Castiel thought angrily. Feeling a heavier swaddling of bandages on his shoulder, he craned his neck to get a look at it. His right shoulder was a ball of bandages, confusing him as to why that was so heavily impacted. Casting his thoughts back to the previous evening, his eyes lit up with a sarcastic light, Right…I got shot again. Meg's going to give me hell for that.
As if on cue, Meg stirred next to him. Her eyes lit up when she saw him awake and smiling at her. Castiel was grateful she didn't throw herself at him, since that would probably have opened up most of his stitches, but he would certainly take the fiery, deep kiss she planted on him. He wasn't expecting the hard smack to the back of the head that followed. He met Meg's scowl as she began to berate him, "What the hell Cas?! You could have died!"
Castiel grimaced, "Well it's not like I was going to let you get shot either! Besides, everything worked out in the end didn't it?"
Meg resisted smacking the smug grin off his face, "Only because Dean had to foresight to tell the police where you would be. Otherwise this could be a much different conversation. Why the hell did you go in without back up?!"
Castiel felt the emotion in her words and knew she was right. It was stupid and he put himself, and more importantly her at unnecessary risk. His gaze softened as he spoke, "You're right Meg, I'm sorry. Is it bad that I partially did it alone to try an impress you? I rarely get to play the hero and…well I wanted to be able to do that again."
Meg wanted to hit him again but couldn't bring herself to do it at the sincerity in his eyes. It had been an incredibly stressful few days for everyone and she was finally glad to be moving past it. Shrugging her shoulder, she climbed into bed with Castiel, snuggling her head into his uninjured shoulder and letting a small happy noise tell him he was forgiven.
Castiel wrapped his arm protectively around Meg, enjoying the soft weight her head made on his chest, burying his nose in her soft hair. Meg turned her head upward, letting Castiel pull her in for a soft kiss. Smiling against each other's lips, Meg broke the kiss with a small happy sigh before saying, "We're going to Heaven, Clarence."
Castiel returned her smile as she buried her head back into his shoulder. He thought of all the things that occurred the many adventures they had found themselves in over the past week and the numerous escapades that would certainly follow. None of that mattered right now, as Castiel had only one question on his mind, "Meg, who is Clarence?"
Meg's giggle was the only answer he got.
THE END