034. Not Enough

It was a few days into the New Year now and things were progressing at their usual pace. Carole was up and running the inn again, leaving all of the tedious tasks to Castiel and Meg. Except they didn't mind the boring tasks that much anymore.

Folding sheets in the laundry room in the murky basement used to be annoying and brain numbing. Now it was actually welcome. Since they were away from Carole it was very easy for them to get tangled in the sheets instead of folding them.

That certain Tuesday was no exception. To give them credit, they had actually been folding for a good ten minutes before distractions got in the way. Neither was sure who started it, but it really didn't matter in the end.

Meg wound up with her back pressed against the cement basement floor with only a few thin sheets under her. Castiel had one hand in her hair and the other on her bare thigh (making her feel very happy about choosing to wear shorts despite it being January). Meg was preoccupied by unbuttoning his shirt and pressing her hands against the warm skin.

Making out with an angel in a human body while doing laundry at an inn. If Meg had a bucket list, she would probably be checking this off of it.

Despite Castiel being a virgin in every sense of the word, he was a ridiculously good kisser. She had known this ever since he had pressed her against that wall, but this was just insane. Meg was actually finding herself getting lightheaded. Kissing a human body had never been that pleasurable to Meg, even kissing as a demon was a slight headache.

This was so different though. With Castiel it felt like everything was not enough. Almost like if she didn't get enough of him she would be in extreme danger. He was a drug and she always needed her fix.

Castiel broke the kiss after a few intense minutes and Meg looked up at him, half-dazed. His hair was ruffled, eyes dark, lips bruised, and shirt halfway open and un-tucked.

He should be illegal.

"I really don't think this is helping with the laundry," he said, his voice slightly rougher than usual.

"I think that's the point," Meg said, smiling at him.

She was actually smiling too. Not a coy one or a little smirk, but genuinely smiling. She still had yet to figure out what he was doing to her.

"Yes, but if it takes us too long, then Carole will come down here to check on us," he explained.

"And?"

"And if Carole comes down she'll want to stay to talk."

Meg was catching on to what he was saying just fine now. She gave a quick nod and stood up, picking up sheets as she made her way to an empty laundry basket. Castiel watched intently as she hastily folded sheet after sheet and shoved them into the laundry basket.

"I don't think I've ever seen you move this fast," Castiel said as he followed her lead.

"Well, I've never had this much motivation to do laundry before," she shrugged.

He gave a light chuckle as they quickly folded the rest of the clean sheets. After finishing up in record timing, they headed upstairs to quickly put away the sheets when they saw Carole talking to someone in the lobby. Meg usually wouldn't have given it any attention other than the fact that the woman was heavily pregnant.

Not having twins pregnant, but about to give birth any second now pregnant. Meg and Castiel stopped just outside of the lobby as they listened to what Carole was telling her.

"If your due date really is just a few days away, then you should go to a hospital," Carole pressed. "We only have a local physician in town and I'm afraid that he wouldn't be able to do enough for you."

"Just one night, please," the woman pleaded. "I need a place to stay. I've been traveling for days and I'm so tired."

Carole looked at her hesitantly, biting her lip as she thought. This was probably killing Carole. She wanted to help no matter what, but this woman needed to be either in or close to a hospital. Staying at the inn wasn't going to help her at all if she went into labor soon.

"Let her stay."

Meg looked to her right to the source of the voice. Castiel was standing confidently next to her, the basket of sheets still in his hands. The woman turned her attention to Castiel and gave him a small smile.

"Castiel, I'm not sure you understand, but this woman needs to be closer to a hospital," Carole said, looking at him nervously.

"No, she needs to be close to someone who knows how to deliver an infant," Castiel stated.

It took Meg half a second to realize what he was saying. She didn't know why she was surprised; he was an angel after all.

"You can deliver the baby?" Carole asked.

"If I need to," he replied confidently.

The pregnant woman's face broke out into a huge smile now. She turned to Carole who was already opening up her guestbook to the appropriate page.

"Well, since I don't know how long you'll be staying, you can pay when you leave," Carole said.

The woman, Elizabeth, gave a hefty amount of gratitude as Carole snapped a picture of her and handed her a room key.

"I'll show you to your room," Carole said, picking up Elizabeth's only bag before turning to Castiel and Meg. "You two need to finish up with those sheets and no more fooling around. I know exactly what you two were doing in that basement."

Once Carole and Elizabeth were gone, Meg turned to Castiel with a perked eyebrow.

"Since when do you know how to deliver a baby?"

"Since always," he shrugged.

She nodded her head slowly, still waiting for a full explanation. He realized what she was after and gave a small sigh.

"Meg, I've been alive since before humans were even an idea," he explained. "Of course I know how to help one into this world. I've done it before."

"You have?"

"Yes, twins, actually."

"Twins?"

"During the Civil War," he shrugged. "A soldier's wife was in labor and all of the nurses were busy tending to wounds, so I-."

"Details aren't necessary, Clarence," Meg cut off.

He closed his mouth and nodded. They stood there in the lobby, awkwardly looking at each other. Castiel then brought his attention to the basket of sheets he was holding.

"I'm going to go put these away upstairs in the linen closet, you should put those away in all of the spare rooms," he suggested.

Meg was about to say that he shouldn't boss her around when his mouth met hers. It was a slow and tender kiss that was over before it could really start. He was walking up the stairs when she realized that it was still not enough. It would never be enough because Castiel wasn't a drug.

He was medicine and that scared the hell out of her.

Literally.