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Chapter 2 – The plan
Meg was lying on the bed, naked, looking towards the ceiling. Castiel wasn't lying anymore. He had sat up and was hugging his bent knees, still naked and next to her, but looking straight ahead. Without changing his position, Castiel finally decided to reveal to Meg his thoughts.
He believed his Father was an egoist, interested in nothing but Himself. He didn't care about any of His creations or His children. Castiel had started thinking that Lucifer would probably be a better God than his Father. Finally, he told her he wasn't sure he did the right thing, helping the Winchesters stop the Apocalypse.
Meg was glad to listen to this. Still looking at the ceiling, she answered that she had been thinking about Lucifer and the stopped Apocalypse for a long time and that if she could get the only thing needed, she would have tried as hard as she could to free her creator once more. But, the four horsemen's rings were held by Dean Winchester and she didn't want to lose her life.
"But, the Key is not the only thing necessary" Castiel said puzzled, while turning his head to look at her. "For the Apocalypse to start again, it is needed to break the 66 seals. The whole army of demons, and among them many very powerful, needed a year to break the 66 seals and many more years before that, to set the circumstances convenient. We are not even close to achieving this without the help of demons as strong as Lilith and Azazel who are long gone". Meg rolled to the side and supported her head with her hand, thus highlighting her curves, and looked at him. "You 're not a smart cookie, baby, are you?" she responded smiling mockingly. "The seals are already broken".
"But, there would still be one problem, assuming we already had the Key in our hands" she continued. "What problem?" Castiel asked, in his usual slow voice. "We would also set Mickey free" Meg said, concerned. It was his turn to smile. "No, we wouldn't" Castiel declared. "From inside Lucifer's cage, no human being can escape unless it is dragged out by an angel. In order to free a human kept in there, the cage would have to be approached in a totally different way than to free Lucifer. The Key, in this case, is useless". He turned his head to face the wall again, took a deep breath, and continued "I am a very powerful angel and freeing Sam was a very, very difficult task. I didn't even manage to free him whole. I left an important part, the most important, behind".
Meg cut to the chase, ignoring the last three sentences, causing Castiel to look at her once more. "Ok, so if the pit was open again then Mickey wouldn't be able to leave it because of his meat-suit. But couldn't he just escape his meet-suit and then the pit?". "Michael wouldn't do that to Adam" Castiel responded.
"Then, in order to free Lucifer we need nothing but the Key" Castiel resumed their conversation and continued "But how are we going to get it?". "We have to steal it" Meg murmured, while trying to think of a plan. Castiel didn't realize that she was talking to herself and answered narrowing his eyes "You underestimate them, Meg. Sam and Dean are great hunters and know how to kill us both. They will overpower in seconds".
Meg felt Castiel's last sentences made a great impact on her. "...how to kill as both" she thought, trying to understand why these words were bouncing in her head. Castiel took a breath to speak again, but Meg, waving her hand, asked him to stop. She needed quietness in order to comprehend why she felt their answer was hidden in this little sentence.
Suddenly, a crazy idea came to her head. She sat up as well and placed her hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Wait a minute! What are the angel blades made from?" she asked. "Platinum" he replied. "What about silver? Can it harm angels?" she asked again. "No" he answered, unable to follow her thoughts.
Meg broke into a devilish laughter. Castiel, still confused, was looking at her, waiting for her burst to stop. When she finally calmed down, she looked deep into his eyes and, smiling triumphantly, she said "We will steal that Key and they won't harm us. Not a bit! We will trick them: We will swap meat-suits!". Castiel was not sure that Meg was well in her head. "Think about it!" she told Castiel, because she quickly figured out he didn't like the idea. "Platinum can't hurt demons and silver can't hurt angels!" she said. "But, you have killed hell-hounds with my angel blade" he argued, confused. Meg replied fast: "Oh Clarence, you 're an angel and you don't know that? Hell-hounds can be killed with any weapon. Their only power is that they are invisible... and huge".
Castiel was now impressed by her idea. That was definitely crazy, but with this bluff, they actually stood some chances. "I can not just use your vessel. I need the girl's approval" Castiel finally said, only to listen to Meg answering "Oh baby, she's long gone..."
After a short silence, Castiel spoke again. "So, after we steal the Key, what do we have to do to open the cage and bring my brother back?" the angel asked. "The rest is easy, hon. The most difficult part is to stick to the Key while waiting for the next total lunar eclipse. Surely, there will be a lot of beings that will try to steal it from us" the demon replied.
Noticing his puzzled face, Meg went on. "The ritual has to take place during a moon eclipse at a battlefield" she explained. "Why at a battlefield?" Castiel asked again. "It doesn't necessary have to be battlefield, but it definitely has to be someplace where blood has been spilled. The place of a lethal accident, for example, or a murder scene" Meg answered. "But, I prefer the battlefield. Where else can you find a place with more spilled blood?" she finally said.
Suddenly, he realized he had lost track of their conversation for a little while, but he soon remembered what he wanted to say. "The next total eclipse of the moon is tonight" Castiel said. "Really?" Meg asked with enthusiasm. "Then, we have no time to lose! We have to find out where the Winchesters are hiding immediately" she said. "Yes, I know" he replied in a serious manner. "But, because of the Enochian sigils I carved on their ribs, I will have to search the whole country now and it will take some time" he added. "Those sigils you carved, was it from the time you were hanging around with them?" Meg asked contemptuously. Castiel didn't reply. He just got up and started getting dressed.
There was silence for a while and finally, after Castiel had put all his clothes on, he spoke: "I do not want us to harm them". She accepted instantly and with her agreement, he flew away. Meg was now wondering whether the brothers still meant a lot to him and why the hell hurting the Winchesters didn't interest her.