"Hello, Meg."
"Well well well. If it isn't the little fallen angel on my shoulder." He didn't seem to like that. "Did you come to relax again?"
He looked at her like she was crazy. Perhaps to some degree she was. Over a hundred years in Hell will do that to you. If you find a demon, Meg will tell you how that demon is crazy.
"No. Was I supposed to?" He looked confused. Meg smiled. Sometime Castiel's sexual innocence was humorous. But right now it was downright infuriating.
"No you weren't. And I'm glad you didn't," she snapped. "Because the next time you find the need to relax again, here's a piece of advice. Do it somewhere else. If I knew I was going to go around smelling like a frickin human, I wouldn't have let you anywhere near me!"
"Like you could've stopped me? You, a demon? I know all of your weaknesses, while you know none of mine. It takes five demons t overpower one Angel while with a simple touch," he put his fingers a hair's face from her head causing her to flinch," I could send you straight to Hell. Or kill you. It's up to me."
She slapped his hand away.
"What crawled up your ass? I don't remember you being this mean the first time we met." Her eyes narrowed. If she didn't know any better she would think he was turning into the man of her dreams. If she dreamed. "I'm getting off topic. I don't need to go around feeling Clarence. I stabbed a demon this not an hour ago. I killed her dead on the spot. I enjoyed it. But what I didn't enjoy was the worry before I did it. Maybe she's possessing someone innocent bitch. As I demon it is imperative that I don't give a damn about any of that crap! Now I do. And I have a feeling it's all your fault!" She jabbed a finger at him angrily.
He pondered what she had just said for a moment before walking away. Being this close to her was making his body react… again. He may not want her, but his body acknowledged that she was there.
It's an unusual experience isn't it?" he asked.
"What?"
"Feeling. You didn't honestly think you were the only one affected by our tryst, did you?" Actually she did, but she wasn't going to tell him she didn't think she was powerful enough to affect an Angel like him. When she didn't respond he continued.
"Did it not occur to you that while I affected you, you in fact affected my demeanor?" He glared at her while he spoke. She scoffed. Like it was her fault he got horny and decided to come to her to relax. On the other hand, she didn't exactly push him away when he had his tongue halfway down her throat in front of the Wonder Twins.
"Do you have any idea how hard it is to be a 'proper' Angel of the Lord when all you can think about is-" He caught himself before he admitted he was thinking about her all week. "All week long the others have looked at me strangely. I didn't realize that my personality had been affected until I was in Dean's company. He wanted to know what I had done to relax and I quote 'take the proverbial stick out of my ass'.
"You didn't tell him did you?" Castiel stared at her and Meg felt her face getting hot.
"Why does it matter to you? You're a demon, remember? You don't care." Of course he was right. Demons didn't get embarrassed or feel guilt or shame. There was no logical reason she should care whether Dean knew about her sex life or not.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"No, I didn't tell him. I left. I was rather… cruel to him. Part of me regrets-" Meg cut him off with a laugh.
"You? Cruel? You're an Angel for crying out loud. You don't have a mean bone in your body. Cruelty is in my nature. Which means its definitely not in yours. You don't have it in you to hurt a kitten, let alone a Winchester!" Meg was still laughing at that when Castiel appeared in front of her, pushing her back to the wall, cracking the cement behind her. It cut off her laughing. She began to wonder why she was always the one that ended up with their back to the wall.
"Like I was trying to say part of me regrets my cruelty. But the other part doesn't care. Apparently the demon in you rubbed off on me. And while you improved for the better, there are parts of me," here breath hitched when he reached his hand into her back pocket to hide her concealed blade and brought it to her neck, "that don't care what I do."
Even though he said it as a statement, Meg recognized an underlying threat when she heard one. But they had played this game before and now she knew the rules. He was playing dominant again.
"Nice blade," he said, holding it up to the light, the blood from the previous demon still on the edges. He looked her in the eyes, "Where'd you get it?"
Crap, Meg thought, he knows it's his.
"I stole it from some pretty boy Angel. He probably doesn't even know it's gone. But I decided to give it an upgrade. It's much more fitting for a demon now than an Angel. Wicked. Don't you think?"
"Much more wicked," he repeated, tracing the tip of the knife up her arm.
"But you should be careful. Whoever you stole it from might want it back." Now he was just messing with her. He knew she knew that he knew it was his. She could feel her body getting warm as she anticipated his next move. "Angels are possessive in nature."
She surprised him by snatching the knife out of his hands and holding it to his throat, flipping him around so his back was to the wall.
"So are demons. I guess it's the one thing we have in common, huh? But believe me if any tries to take back my blade they'll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Because I'll fight for it. I don't let anyone take anything from me. And besides," she continued, taking the take to now trace the blade up his arm, "the only person who would consider taking this blade from me is the Angel I stole it from. And I doubt he'll try." He raised an eyebrow at this, causing Meg, for some reason, to think it was cute.
"Oh? And why is that?"
"Because," she said, dropping the knife back into her pocket and leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "Though he may know some of my weaknesses, I know a few of his as well." She nipped his earlobe roughly, while her hands traced its way down his chest, squeezing him gently, "In fact, I know his biggest weakness."
"That," he growled, "is not an Angel's weakness."
"Maybe not in Heaven, but here on Earth where everything is based on sex, it's his biggest weakness. He decided to tie himself down to a human physical form, thus making sex his biggest flaw." She took the time to push away from him, causing him to moan in protest. She smiled, she like d the feeling of power over him. "Sex is the drive of human existence. He should have thought of that before_"
Castiel cut her off with a kiss to her lips, pulling her back to the wall. But she wasn't doing that again. She flipped so she was once again on top. His eyes flashed as he recognized her display of dominance over him.
"Just so you know," Castiel interrupted, "Dean put Sam's soul back in him."
Meg was shocked. Not about the soul part, but the fact that he would interrupt what they were doing to talk about the Winchester's. She didn't feel like discussing Sam, soul or not, at the moment. She was more concerned with where his hand had gone to.
"What's your point?"
"My point is," he said, raising her face to meet his," is that I really need to relax."
Meg grinned as he brought herself to her knees in front of him.