Author's note: if you read my author's note in part one, completely disregard everything you read, except for this ship being my otp. When I started writing I didn't know where I was going with it or how it was going to end. Now I do. So this is set in an alternate universe things are mostly the same, just with a different ending. I guess that makes it an AU. *shrug* this part is set a few months after the first one.
The Sound of Wings
Part 2
When Meg finally drifted off to sleep, it was about 10 a.m., Castiel got up and dressed himself in what seemed like the only outfit he owned. Once again regret weighed heavily on his heart. Even though they had been doing this for months now, he still couldn't help feeling guilty. She was a demon and he was supposed to be pure of heart and body. He heard Samandriel's words in his head. "Too much heart, that was always Castiel's problem." Castiel knew that other angels had done things, terrible things, without feeling any remorse, but he couldn't do that. He cared too much and he knew it.
He looked at Meg one more time. Her naked body was covered by the hotel blankets but he could easily imagine all that was underneath. There was something about her, a goodness beneath the tough exterior, despite what she was. He didn't know why she pre…
Dean's gruff voice invaded his mind, taking his train of thought with it.
"Cas, wherever you are, I need you to get your feathered ass down here."
He shook his head. Dean thought he had an angel at his beck and call floating somewhere in the void; it seemed like he thought that Cas lived only to serve him. What Dean didn't know would probably kill him, or worse, get Cas killed.
Even though Castiel knew he was working with Crowley for all the right reasons, Dean wouldn't understand.
Cas sighed and Meg mumbled something unintelligible in her sleep. Cas quietly whisked himself away as not to wake her.
"You called?" Castiel asked appearing behind Dean and making him jump. That always amused Cas, especially since he was being summoned.
"Damn it, Cas," Dean looked up at him a little flustered. "A little warning would be nice."
"Dean, I always come when you call me. Why wouldn't you expect me to show up?" Castiel would never understand human logic. "What do you want, Dean?" Cas asked sounding harsher than he intended. He was still feeling guilty about what he and Meg were doing and about what he was planning with Crowley.
"Dean, I…" Cas began his apology, but he stopped when Dean held out a drink to him.
"Cas, what's been up with you lately? "
"What do you mean?"
"You have been acting different, strange-er than before. Cas, I just need to know that you are okay."
Castiel put his drink down and didn't respond. As an angel, he knew he shouldn't lie, so he hesitated.
"Damn it, Cas!" Dean said sounding frustrated and a little worried.
"Dean, I'm alright," Cas said as he made eye contact with Dean for the first time since he arrived; then he saw the real reason he had been called.
Dean's green eyes were smoldering and his pupils were dilated as he looked at Castiel. Dean set his drink down and stepped forward.
Cas attempted to take a step back, but the motel bed was right behind him. He ended up sitting down heavily, the bed creaking lightly beneath his weight.
Dean got on his knees in front of Cas, essentially between his legs. And placed his hands on Castiel's face. He leaned in, his lips gently caressing Cas' for only a second. Dean's hands moved to the button on Castiel's dress pants as he kissed at Cas' neck. He got the button undone and was about to undo the zipper when Cas quickly stood up, almost knocking Dean over.
"Dean, I can't."
Dean stood up too.
"Come on, Cas, it's not like we haven't done this before." Dean tried to kiss him again.
"I know," oh how he knew, but lately things really had been different. "But, Dean…" He struggled to find the right words. "I have to go," and he left not giving Dean a chance to say anything else. He had to go see Crowley anyway.
Cas made a pit stop in an empty public bathroom. He fixed his clothes and his hair before he appeared in front of Crowley.
"Crowley, have you made any progress locating Eve?"
A few hours later, Meg woke up in bed alone. Again. She was no longer surprised by her empty room and her empty bed. It was just one of the perks that came with being a demon in a relationship with an angel. Oh plenty of angels had fucked humans, and even demons, for information (not that they would ever admit to it), but Castiel wasn't just any other angel. He had a conscience. He had a heart that felt strongly.
Meg stretched her aching body and sat up not bothering to hide her nakedness. She stood up and walked over to the bathroom, pausing when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled and looked like a tangled mess. She had little red marks, some faded some fresh, littering her pale skin. She smiled. For an angel, Cas sure had a wicked mouth.
She chuckled quietly then walked into the bathroom and closed the door so she could take a shower.
After his chat with Crowley, Castiel went back to see Meg, but when he showed up, her room was empty. The bathroom door was closed, the water was running, and he could hear a soft humming inside. It was safe to assume that Meg was in the shower. For a second, Castiel thought about taking his clothes off and joining her, but then he thought better of it.
When he left Dean, he had a little time to think. 'Why had he run away like that?' He and Dean had been intimate many times before, but not since "the pizza man".
Cas knew why he left. The answer was in the shower. He had left because of Meg. He left because no matter how much he wanted their relationship to just be about sex, it wasn't. He was slowly realizing how special Meg actually was to him.
This time there wasn't going to be any hurried sex. There was going to be wooing (what ever that was; the humans seemed to think it was good thing) and romance. He was going to show her exactly what she meant to him.
He quickly ordered room service via phone and hoped it would arrive before she got out of the shower.
Cas thought about how lucky he was that Meg took really long showers. (It was just one of the few things he had noticed in the last few months.) It usually took her about an hour because she liked to just stand under the spray and relax.
After he had called room service he went to the nearest mall, luckily, being an angel, he didn't have to walk or drive he could just think about where he wanted to go and poof! He would be there.
The first place he went was a store called "Victoria's Secret" the name didn't make any sense to him. If it was such a secret, why advertise it? He shrugged and went in anyway. He was a little embarrassed at first to be surrounded by all that female clothing, but he looked around and saw plenty of guys there.
He let out a breath and began to look around. He soon realized he had no idea where to start or even what size Meg wore and ended up having to get help from a lady that worked there.
It was strange trying to describe what he was looking for and what size Meg was to this woman he didn't know, but Tiffany was very professional and soon he found what he was looking for.
He ended up buying a "merry widow", as Tiffany described it, in a light purple color with black lace. He also got the matching panties. All of that took about 30 minutes, leaving him plenty of time to get her a dress and get back to the hotel.
Shopping for the dress wasn't nearly as much fun, but he still enjoyed himself. The dress he settled on was just a plain black dress with satin criss-crossing to make up the bodice and the bottom was black chiffon. It wasn't too tight and it wasn't too short and Cas knew that it would look perfect on Meg.
When he got back to the room, there was a knock on the door signaling the arrival of dinner. He quickly set everything up and then waited for Meg to get out of the shower.
Meg turned off the water and grabbed a towel, oblivious to what was happening outside the bathroom door; until she heard something. Her eyes flicked to black, an instinct. She opened the door and cautiously stepped out into the room, a delicious aroma wafting around her.
"Wha…"She paused when Castiel appeared in front of her. "Castiel, what are you doing?"
"Just put these on," he replied holding a hanger and a pink bag out to her.
She started to argue, but he insisted. She shook her head and took the clothes going back into the bathroom to get dressed.
Castiel was sitting in the bed thinking about how good his timing had been when Meg stepped out of the bathroom. He had been right about the dress. Standing there with no makeup, bare feet, and her hair still wet, Meg was the most beautiful woman Cas had ever seen. His heart did an odd little flip flop and he squinted at the feeling that still caught him off guard.
"Haven't you seen a girl in a dress before?" she asked, embarrassment evident on her face as he continued to stare.
"Meg, you… uh…" he cleared his throat. "You look nice… Here, come sit down," he said and pulled out her chair at the little hotel table. She smiled and took her seat.
"Thank you, Clarence," she said as she looked at the plate in front of her. Although the food smelled delicious, she wasn't really hungry, her stomach had been cramping recently. Meg didn't really have the heart to tell him that though.
She took a few small bites then just kind of pushed her food around on her plate as Castiel attempted to make small talk. It was amusing.
He asked about her sleep, and if she had dreams. He made a comment about the weather. She smiled.
"Cas, this is nice and all, but why do all this?" She was a demon; no one was this nice to her. Ever.
"Oh… I… Um…" Cas stumbled over his words as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted. He couldn't get it out so he stood up from the table and walked to the window. He peaked out the curtain and a tiny sliver of evening sunlight streamed in. he let the curtain fall back into place.
He turned around and Meg was there in front of him. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, Castiel."
Her smile was slight, but it was still there and it gave Castiel the confidence he needed.
"Meg, I did this for you because I want you to know that what we have, what we're doing, isn't just about sex. I care about you, and I need you to understand how special you are to me."
Despite his words saying that it wasn't going to be all about sex, he couldn't help being aroused knowing what was underneath that dress.
He leaned in and kissed her softly. She didn't hesitate even for a second as she kissed him back. He felt her smile against his lips.
"Cas, I thought you said this wasn't just about sex?" she asked in between playful kisses.
Castiel sighed. "It won't be."
He would never know how much Meg appreciated him. She tried to stop smiling, but couldn't make her mouth listen as Castiel held her in his arms.
"Meg," Cas began after a few minutes of just holding her.
"Hmm?" She responded her face buried in his chest.
"Meg, if you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would you go?"
She thought about it for a moment then turned her head and responded.
"There is an ancient ruined city in Syria called Palmyra." She shrugged. "I don't know, it just looks like a beautiful place to go"
Castiel nodded. There was something beautiful about a place that used to be teaming with life but ended up forgotten anyway.
"Meg, close your eyes."
She did and felt the ground shift beneath her feet. The gentle rustle of wings filled her ears, and when she opened her eyes they were surrounded by the ruins of an ancient city.
