Demons don't get attached. Not to comatose angels anyway. That's kind of an unspoken rule among the damned. The Winchester's little winged buddy was no reason to break the rule. But Meg couldn't help it, she felt possessive. And she was tired of telling herself it was because He was her only protection against Crowley. It wasn't true. She was in love with him. She hated it.
She especially hated that generous little blonde bitch. God the way Angel-face watched her. Wasn't she lovely? Not a hideous monster like the woman who had been watching him all this time. No, Lacy was human, one of his father's beautiful creations! And damn it Meg couldn't even completely hate her because she had given up something so precious to save him. She hated that too. Was this what humans felt like? Did they always feel so in debt to everyone who had ever helped the ones they love? Was it always so painful to watch them look at someone else?
"Meg...are you going to be alright?" she whipped around to see the man of her thoughts.
"I'm fine Clarence." She looked away. He grabbed her chin-not in the loving, about to kiss her way, but simply to turn her face towards him-and frowned.
"You seem troubled."
She pulled out of his grip immediately. "I'm a troubled girl."
"Meg..." he gave her one of the intense stares he usually reserved for Dean,
"Thank you."
"For?"
"Not leaving."
The words were so heartbreaking...she hated that she was actually developing something of a heart. She gave him a little kiss on the forehead. "I'll never leave, pizza man."
He did look quite surprised. But she was more surprised when he pushed her against the wall and slid his tongue down her throat. She decides not to fight it, digging her fingers into his hair and pressing close. It wasn't long before she was teaching him part two of the pizza man chronicles.
When they were done he turned to her and kissed her eyelids, "So beautiful..."
She just grinned and said against his skin, "Right back at you Clarence."
Maybe being in love wasn't so bad.