The Quiet Sound of Wings
(Part 3)
A.N.- This is part three of five. This part is set a little over a month after part 2. Sorry it took so long.
Meg was worried. It had been over a month since her meat suit had its last period, oddly enough it was something her demon powers could override. She remembered from her time as a human what that had to mean, but it was impossible. Wasn't it?
The only "person" she had been having sex with for months wasn't actually person, so there was no way that she was actually pregnant. For some reason her body was playing tricks on her. That had to be it.
Since she didn't have a computer of her own, Meg went to the local library to do some research. She sat down, pushed the power button, and waited for the screen to come on.
'You know there isn't a reason for me to be doing this. It's stupid and impossible,' she thought to herself and yet she didn't get up to leave.
When the computer booted up she opened the web browser and went straight to Google and typed "early signs of pregnancy" into the search bar. She clicked on the third link down and it took her to WebMD.
"Shit," she mumbled as she looked at the symptoms:
Sore breasts- check
Fatigue- check
Missed period- check
Morning sickness- check
She had almost everything on the list. She was freaking out yet, it said you had to take a test to be sure. She closed the web page, logged off, and got up to leave. She walked quickly to the convenient store and got three different tests and a huge bottle of water.
On the walk home to the apartment Castiel was renting for her (so she didn't have to keep living in hotels) she drank the whole bottle of water and by the time she opened the door she really had to pee. (She checked off another item on her mental checklist of symptoms.) she went to the bathroom, peed on the stupid sticks and waited.
"Fuck!"
Three positives stared back at her. Now what the hell was she going to do? Never in the history of ever had this happened. why did she have to be the first?
She sat for a minute just taking it all in, wrapping her mind around it. She was trying to figure out what to do. Should she get rid of it? At that she felt the consciousness of her host detest the idea.
When demons posses someone the host gets oppressed and pushed aside, but as long as the body is still alive so is the mind of the host. Sometimes they would try and fight for control, but over time they would get weaker and weaker until they were all but gone. So the fact that Meg even felt that much from her host's consciousness was a testament to how strongly her meat suit's original host detested the mere thought of an abortion.
"Yeah, I don't like it either," she said aloud. No matter how much she didn't like it, she had to consider it as a possibility.
No matter what she decided, to keep it or get rid of it, she would have to tell Cas, and she was afraid of how he would react.
Meg rode the bus to the mall. The bumpy ride and the disgusting smell of too many people in tight quarters made her stomach heave, its little contents almost coming back up.
When the bus driver announced her stop she was more than happy to get away from the creepy old man that sat beside her. She practically ran off the bus and into the mall. The cool air inside raised goosebumps on her arms as she stepped through the sliding glass doors.
Although there were more people here than on the bus, no one paid her any mind; and she liked it that way.
Regrettably she didn't have time to people watch or aimlessly explore. She wanted to see Castiel before it was too late and she grew tired. Her energy seemed to be running low lately.
She went to Victoria's Secret where she was greeted by a nice looking young woman named Tiffany, "Hi, can I help you find anything special today?"
"Oh, umm…" Meg looked at her name tag, "No thank you, Tiffany." She knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted something to butter Cas up before giving him the news.
"Hey, angel boy," Castiel heard Meg's voice in his head. "I have a special surprise for you if you hurry." Cas smiled. He knew that could only mean one thing.
Castiel look around at the people near him in the park. When he saw that no one was looking he decided it would be safe to leave. He took himself to Meg's apartment and in the blink of an eye she was standing in front of him.
Castiel cocked his head to the side, confused by her choice of clothing.
"Meg, why are you dressed like that? You know angels don't look like that." She had on a white satin dress that hit about mid thigh in length, with lace around the breasts and shoulders as well as around the hem, a fake feathery white halo attached to a headband and some small white wings.
" It's called irony, Clarence." Meg just smiled at his confusion. He still hadn't made a move to kiss her yet, so she took a step towards him, their bodies almost touching.
Castiel's thoughts were no longer on her outfit, but on her lips and on the rise and fall of her chest that would momentarily bring their bodies closer together. Meg stood on her tiptoes slowly leaning in for a kiss. Then she paused her lips slightly parted.
"If you want it, take it," that was all the invitation Cas needed. His lips were on hers before she had a chance to say anything else.
The kiss was forceful as Meg opened her mouth to his exploring tongue. Meg ran her hands through his hair and grabbed a handful to pull. Castiel growled and pulled away.
"Take those annoying things off." He all but commanded her. She threw off the halo and stripped off the wings, but when she reached down to pull her dress off Castiel stopped her.
"Let me."
Meg held her breath when she felt Cas' rough fingers brush against her thigh as he grabbed the hem of her nightie.
He kissed her one more time before pulling it off over her head. His erection strained against his pants when he saw what she had on underneath. He pulled her naked body against him and kissed her again, this time softer and slower, when the kiss ended they were both breathing hard and Meg was smirking.
Castiel took off his trench coat as Meg undid the buttons on his shirt. She grabbed his tie and pulled it off then held it out to him. He took it, and was about to toss it aside when she looked at him meaningfully.
"Tie me up," she told him and crawled onto the bed. She held her hands up to the bed frame.
Castiel hesitated, but only for a moment. He liked the idea of Meg tied up and at his mercy too much to deny her. He climbed up beside her and tied her hands to the bed. Meg could use her demon strength to get out if she needed to so he made the restraint tight.
Meg watched as Castiel took off his already open shirt. She could see the hunger in those stormy blue eyes.
She opened her legs so he would know exactly where she wanted him.
Castiel growled when he saw her open herself up to like that. He crawled onto the bed and pressed his fully clothed erection against her as he kissed her. His kisses started at her lips then moved to her jaw. He nibbled lightly on her neck. She moaned quietly and moved her hips rubbing his polyester clad cock against her clit sending shivers up her spine.
He ran his hands over her body following the curve of her waist then down to her hips and back up to cup her breast. He gently caressed the tip of her nipple with the rough pad of his thumb.
He kissed her collarbone then down to her breast leaving a burning sensation wherever his lips went. Her breath caught in her throat when his tongue darted out of his mouth and teased her sensitive nipple. She arched her back and he gave her what she wanted and more when one of his fingers slipped inside her.
Castiel growled again. She was so wet already and it was just for him.
She pulled at the tie that bound her hands. Her fingers were itching to grab another handful of that hair.
Cas kissed down her stomach and nibbled at her hipbone before biting. Hard. He felt her gasp and looked up at her with a smug smile as she begged him.
"Castiel, please."
"Please, what, Meg? Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me," her face was flushed and her pupils were dilated in the dim bedroom light.
"Are you sure?" He asked her and flicked her clit with his thumb. She moaned. He took that as a yes.
His face was between her legs and she could feel his warm breath as he spoke, gently rubbing his stubble against her sensitive inner thigh and raising goose bumps.
"If that's what all you want," he began, "I guess you don't get any of this." His tongue caressed her and she bit her lip, "Or this." Suddenly his mouth closed around her as he sucked and pulled, nibbled and licked.
She squirmed in pleasure and he gripped her thighs to hold her still as he tortured her in the most amazing way.
His name got stuck in her throat as her first orgasm hit, her toes literally curling.
He gave her one last good bite on the soft skin of her thigh before giving her an evil smile and standing up to pull off his pants.
He climbed back up her body leaving more kisses as he went. He planted one on each hardened nipple then on her lips.
She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and she liked it. She bit his lip.
He chuckled. "You're my naughty little demon aren't you?" she nodded
"I think you need to be punished," he whispered in her ear and trust into her forcefully.
After a very thorough chastisement, Meg pulled her hands free and cuddled up to Castiel's chest. Her whole body was already sore, but it was a feeling she loved. He put his arm around her, his finger lightly tracing circles on her back.
As they sat there in silence, he would occasionally play with her hair or kiss her head. They were happy, for a moment.
Meg sighed remembering why she called him there in the first place.
"Cas, I need to tell you something." She looked up at him, he was smiling and had his eyes closed.
"Hmm?" he asked without opening his eyes.
"Cas," she said again and waited. When he opened his eyes Meg was once again enthralled by how beautiful and blue they were. Meg hoped their baby would have those eyes. (Not that she would admit that. Out loud. Ever.)
Meg sat up and Castiel followed suit.
"Meg, what is it? Did I hurt you?" He asked clearly worried.
She smiled. "No that was wonderful." He looked relieved. "But there is something else though." She couldn't force the words out. They seemed to be stuck as tears welled up in her eyes; she swiped at them angrily. She wasn't some wimpy human to cry at the drop of a pen.
Castiel had no idea what to do. He hadn't dealt with a crying human before, much less a demon.
Meg took a deep breath, "Stupid hormones."
"What?" Cas asked even more confused than before.
Oops! She hadn't meant to say that out loud. "Oh… Umm…" she stuttered. "Shit… Uh…" Why was this so difficult? 'It's literally just three words. Just tell him,' she scolded herself. Another deep breath, "Cas… Uh… I'm, uh… I'm pregnant."
His expression went from confusion, to anger, then to disgust in a matter of seconds.
Meg's heart dropped, her gut twisted into knots, and her eyes were brimming with tears again. She reached out to touch his arm but he pulled away as if she had burned him.
"No," he denied it. "This isn't possible. This can't happen. You're a demon." He said it as if just the word could infect him.
She didn't say anything. Whether or not it could happen was not in question. It already had.
"That thing is an abomination," he spat at her, "and I will not have it come into this world. Get rid of it or I will." Then he left with one last disgusted glance at a devastated Meg and the thing that was growing inside her.
Meg curled into fetal position as she broke down and sobs racked her body.
