What the hell, Meg thought to herself.

After her relaxation session last week, she had felt an aura of clean around her.

At first she thought that Clarence was still hanging around, being her private Angel stalker. But he was gone. She was trying for days to find out where the feeling of bleach and roses came from. It wasn't until she stopped off at some demon bar that she found the source of the problem.

It was her.

That damn no-good angel had her smelling like a dryer sheet.

Demons were trying to pick battles with her all night long because of her essence of clean. Meg knew sleeping with Clarence would have side effects but this was pissing her off. Demons were either trying to pick a fight with her or pick her up thinking that she was a human in the wrong place.

Human! As if she could ever be human again.

But the insults and comments were pissing her off. Normally she would kill the first guy to look at her wrong, but for some reason she felt like relaxing. All night long comments and cheap pick-up lines were thrown at her.

"Hey baby, want a little demon in you?" or

"Maybe this one got out of the pit a little bit too early; she stills reeks of (shudder) innocence and (double shudder) humanity." That one was a big hit. But it was the last one, said to her by a demon she once knew that put her over the edge.

The demon walked up to her, obviously sizing her up and down.

"So which one?"

"Excuse me?' Meg said. The girl did nothing but flip her hair over her shoulder. "Look bitch if you got a problem let me know. I can get rid of it for you." Of course as a demon, it was more a threat than an offer to help. The girl just smiled.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really. What you do with your personal life is none on my business." Meg crossed her arms. For a moment she thought the demon knew about Clarence. But she managed to catch herself before she said something. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, well. I've only known one demon with that much good dripping off of her. Ruby. The Winchester slut. So which one is it? Sam or Dean? Because sleeping with one, or both, of them is the only way you could have that much good dripping off of you." Meg saw red. The next thing she knew, she had unsheathed her newly crafted Angel-killer into the bitch's neck. She smiled. Killing felt good. Made her a little more confident.

See, she thought to herself as she pulled her knife out of the dead demon in front of her, Ruby was smart. She had a blade that could kill demons. But Meg was smarter. She decided to step out of the bar for some cool air.

When she left the Winchesters last they didn't realize that she still had Castiel's blade. But she did.

She got smart. She decided to melt that blade down into one worthy of a demon. It was now reforged as a wicked sharp double sided dagger. As she sheathed her weapon back in her pocket, she realized how attacked she had grown to it. Which wasn't surprising. Demons were possessive in nature. They didn't like to share anything.

It was her Angel. Her dagger. Her Angel's dagger if she got technical. It occurred to her that maybe she was so attached to it because it was originally his to begin with. She liked that.

The thought that, at any moment, he could come back any demand his weapon back. It pissed her off. But it also excited her.

Demon on demon sex was great. It was cruel. Harsh. No emotion, just physical.

But angel on demon sex was so much better. The only thing better than two demons having sex while fighting for dominance over each other was an angel and a demon having sex while fighting for dominance.

Castiel, being an Angel, obviously overpowered her. But she, being a demon, didn't care and would never give up the fight. So they went in circles. For hours and hours they would circle around each other both trying to prove that they were stronger and better than the other. It was a fun memory.

Now Clarence may not realize it, but he was very dominant. Sure as an Angel he was strong. But that wasn't just it. When they were together his essence seemed to tie her down, continuously pulling her back to him. He probably didn't even realize it but at their first meeting when he threw her in the fire, that was a clear display of dominance.

It was something worthy of a demon. Offering something sinful, something you knew you would want, and then snatching it away only to give pain instead, was upper level demon cruel. It was how they showed power over others.

Meg almost thought it would be worth it to do it again.
But, she sighed, Clarence would never come back to her. She knew it.

If she left as big an impact on him as he did on her, then he would be full of guilt.

Yes, she thought to herself, she would never see her Clarence again.

No sooner than she voiced these thoughts inside her head, she felt white hot warmth behind her. She turned around to see Clarence waiting for her.

Of course.