004. Insides

Elizabeth (the ridiculously pregnant woman) had only been staying at the inn for one day and she was already making everyone a nervous wreck. The woman would hiccup and things would suddenly switch to red alert. Everything would always be fine though and things would go back to normal.

Carole had never had any children, so she was doting on Elizabeth like it was her sole purpose in life. Meg had never found company in pregnant women, so she was steering clear from her as best as she could. Castiel was completely different in the sense that he just treated her like a normal person.

To him it wasn't like she was a time bomb ready to go off. She was just another human woman who was staying at the inn. It was nice to see that at least one of them was able to act calm about the entire thing.

"You're so lucky," Elizabeth said on the morning of her first full day at the inn.

Meg was dusting in the sitting room and Elizabeth was sitting on the loveseat knitting baby booties. It was hard to focus on what she had said when she was knitting. It was hard to believe that people other than Carole actually did that kind of thing.

"How so?" Meg asked, shoving the feather duster into an empty vase and twirling it around.

"You have Castiel," Elizabeth sighed. "He's so good to you."

If Elizabeth had known anything about angels and demons then Meg would have told her about the time Castiel had pushed her into holy fire. But, from Elizabeth's point of view they were human and married to each other.

"Yeah, I guess," Meg shrugged.

It wasn't a lie. Despite them getting to a pretty rocky start, things had turned out great. They were sort of friends now with the occasional make-out session. He had taken to protecting her too. There was no way she was going to tell Elizabeth that he made her insides flutter or that she kind of liked how blue his eyes were. That stuff was always better inside of Hallmark cards than said out loud.

"Oh, come on, he's perfect," Elizabeth pressed. "His eyes are always on you. He might be quiet, but he's kind. He is delivering my baby, after all."

Well, when she put it like that it was easy for Meg to see his better points.

"Not to mention he's not too bad on the eyes," Elizabeth added in, giving Meg a sly grin.

If only Elizabeth knew just how his real form would affect her eyes. She was talking about his meatsuit though, and Meg had to grudgingly admit that he was attractive. For a human, anyway.

As soon as she thought about his meatsuit, Meg automatically remembered Amelia and Claire. It was strange that a pair of humans had been affecting her so much. Her mind just kept replaying Amelia's cry after Castiel told her that her husband was dead. It was too much for anyone to handle.

"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty lucky," Meg said after a moment of silence. "He's pretty great."

The only thing bad about this statement was that Castiel was standing in the doorway listening to every word. Meg's gaze met his just as she finished her statement and one of his eyebrows shot up. Oh, he was never going to let her live this down.

"If you'll excuse me," Meg said to Elizabeth before heading to the lobby to go upstairs, taking her feather duster with her.

Elizabeth watched her leave before meeting the eyes of Castiel. He gave her a slight nod in departure before turning around to follow Meg upstairs.

It didn't take him long to find her. She was just standing in the hallway, dusting a table that had random knickknacks on it. He approached her and leaned against the wall next to her.

"So, you think I'm 'pretty great'?" he asked, not even bothering to hide his slight grin.

"Oh, shut up," Meg said, rolling her eyes. "She's thinks we're married and madly in love. 'Pretty great' is probably an understatement in that situation."

Castiel didn't seem too convinced by that. He continued to grin at her and Meg felt her stomach flip a little inside of her.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're pretty great as well," Castiel shrugged.

"Aw, thanks, Clarence," Meg said, oozing sarcasm.

"So, what else are you doing for the rest of the day?" he asked.

"Dusting, manning the front desk," Meg shrugged. "Wait, why aren't you doing anything?"

"Carole just had a few errands for me to run in town," he shared. "It didn't take long."

Apparently Meg was giving Castiel a dirty look because he seemed almost startled by her expression.

"What?" he asked.

"I'm stuck inside dusting all day and babysitting the pregnant knitting woman and you get to go into town?" Meg asked incredulously.

"It looks that way," he nodded.

She wanted to say more, but it was clear that Castiel wasn't the one to talk to about this. She would have to discuss trading some of her chores with Carole later. None of her chores were hard, but they were all extremely boring.

"Well, I have to dust," Meg sighed, gesturing toward the entire inn in general. "Why don't you go warm up for Scrabble tonight? You're going to need all of the extra help since I'm going to kick your ass."

"I don't know about that," he said. "Maybe I should finish dusting and you should warm up for the game."

"Very funny," Meg said, rolling her eyes.

It was weird to hear him say things like that though. With every passing day he was becoming more and more human. She wasn't sure if that frightened or excited her.

"Finish your dusting," Castiel said before pressing his lips against hers.

Meg's eyes instantly closed as she pushed into the kiss. He pulled away quickly though and headed to the honeymoon suite without another word. Castiel now had the nasty habit of jumbling up her insides.