Title: the last temptation
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: Dean/Castiel-ish, NotMeg/Castiel(ish)
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: Meg/Castiel, your conscience is heartbreaking
Oh, it's so sweet of you, Castiel, she murmurs, placing one stolen hand to his vessel's cheek. (Or maybe this is his body now. He hasn't found any trace of Jimmy Novak since Raphael tore them apart.)
So very sweet, angel, how you care for that human. Is it orders? Or does he tempt you? She leans in close, lips to his skin, and says, He is beautiful. She smirks, glancing up at him through stolen lashes. I've tasted him, you know. I almost had him, once, when I wore his baby brother, our bright MorningStar's vessel. Do you think Lucifer will mind, when he learns I got there first? She laughs as he pulls away.
Don't pretend you haven't wondered, sweetie, she says, letting her hand drop. Don't pretend you haven't thought about taking him. He'd let you, if he thought it made you happy. To please those he cares about, he'd do anything. She smiles, slow and sweet and sinful. He'd let anything happen.
She tilts her head, listening to a Hellish voice he cannot hear. He doesn't hear much of Heaven anymore, either.
Gotta go, babe, she says. But remember this, if nothing else—he'll tempt you, mostly unknowing, until you can't take it anymore. And when you finally let that useless conscience slip through your fingers, call me.
Her stolen body gives him one last smirk. Lucifer's still got a soft spot for you, Castiel. If you bring him Michael's vessel before Michael actually takes up residence, he might even let you keep Dean.
She leaves, the body collapsed on the floor, and Castiel closes his eyes, seeking God's guidance, but his Father does not answer.
(He doesn't want to, but he imagines Dean, Dean and Anna, Dean and Jimmy Novak's body—Dean would not be able to stop him.
Dean might not want to stop him.)