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Chapter 9 - "You're jealous?"

"What are we gonna do?"

Meg had her face buried in his neck as she said this. He felt her lips moving on his skin, her breath, hot against his pulse.

He pulled her tighter to him and kissed her forehead.

"Just like you said. Whatever the hell we want."

"It seemed so simple when I said it."

"It is. We can make it simple."

She laughed and wriggled up the sofa so she was facing him, smiled sadly into his face.

"Look at us. We're hopeless. A broken demon and a fallen angel. We don't fit anywhere Cas."

"Yes we do." He ran his fingers down her cheek to rest them on her lips, smiled when she then kissed the tips. "We fit here."

She didn't reply, but it didn't matter to him.

Words weren't important.

When he'd woke to find her gone from the bed it felt like someone had pushed their hand into his chest and gripped his heart in a cold fist.

He'd nearly jumped out of bed in a panic, but instead he'd lay looking at the ceiling, carefully slowing his racing heart, calming his ragged breathing.

If she was gone, there was nothing he could do about it.

Nothing at all.

Would his confessions of his past make her run?

Had he hurt her feelings somehow, telling her about Daphne?

He'd ran his hands through his hair and exhaled shakily.

It wasn't like he was well trained in the art of starting a relationship.

If that was what was even happening.

But he'd gone through to the next room and seen the curtain billowing in the icy wind, seen her out on the fire escape, and Jesus…. When she'd turned to him with her red rimmed, feral eyes, the way she looked at him was like a punch to the stomach.

- Mom!

- Isn't it beautiful Castiel!

She was balanced on the rail, one hand reaching out into the darkness, the other lightly holding onto the side of the wall.

Her skirt was caught by the wind, rising and falling about her thighs, her hair, like a halo, covering her face before souring above her head, like it was trying to escape. He remembered that image very well, how her hair had looked alive, like it was trying to get away from his mother before she did anything bad.

- Mommy pleeeeaasee!

She turned her terrible tear stained face to him and beckoned with slender fingers.

- It won't hurt. I promise. Come with me angel. Come to momma….

He'd shook his head and sobbed, screaming for her to come in, before rough hands pushed him away and the man they were staying with scrambled out onto the fire escape, snatching his mother off the rail while she shrieked in anger.

Behind him he heard another man chuckling. A low, throaty, otherworldly sound to his small ears.

- Guess Mommy got a bad trip little dude.

She kicked and spat and snarled as she was dragged through the window and in her eyes was nothing.

No light, no love.

She was all wild animal, like something had possessed her.

Maybe Meg would never know how hard it was for him to step out onto that fire escape, to coax her back inside, but he did, he did it for her, saw the hopelessness in her stare and knew he had to fix it.

"It scares me." He said at last.

"What?"

"This enormous weight I have in my chest. I've spent so long just caring for myself, not having to worry about anyone but me, but… You came along and from the moment you walked into the bar, I've been worrying."

Meg pressed her palm to his cheek and stared into his eyes, her mouth serious.

"People don't worry about me."

"I do."

"Maybe you don't have to anymore."

"I don't want to spend a second without you."

She laughed and he smiled softly in return.

"Very controlling… can I even shower alone?"

"No."

"Showing alone is no fun anyway." She grinned, and he kissed her, quick, hard and she chuckled, a playfulness returning to her eyes and Cas felt that weight lift slightly.

Not completely, but at least a little.

"Ready?"

She felt Cas squeezing her hand, almost painfully.

"It'll be ok. They're your friends."

He nodded, but still said nothing.

Meg stood on tip toe and kissed him before smiling up into his worried face.

"Relax. I got your back." She promised, holding his hand tight and walking them through the door.

"Oh! Finally!" Dean looked up from the delivery notes he was sorting through and grinned as they walked into the bar. "I hope this new situation doesn't mean my best worker's about to become tardy."

He winked at Cas who smiled weakly back at him.

A last squeeze of Megs hand and he went off to put his apron on.

She saw him go over to Sam, who put a hand on his shoulder, as though he was commiserating. Meg bristled slightly, but held her tongue.

"A word in my office Meg?"

"Sure boss."

She swallowed down her desire to snap at him. This wasn't the time for burning bridges.

"So….. You and Cas…."

Meg smiled widely, opened her palms towards Dean and narrowed her eyes. "Yup. Me and Cas."

He was quiet for a moment.

God.

She could practically hear the gears turning in his head while he tried to work out what to say.

"Listen…. Meg…"

"Is this going to be the - break my buddy's heart and I will hunt you down and kill you like a dog - speech? Because if it is, I'm gonna have to follow it up with the - This is none of your goddamn business- speech I have prepared."

He squinted at her, set his jaw, and she smiled a little at how it twitched.

She'd thrown him off his stride.

Finally he ran his hand down his face and sighed.

"Cas is my friend." He said simply, his gaze softer, eye's imploring. "I care about him a lot and I know he is crazy about you, has been for weeks. You must know how he is though."

"We've talked."

Dean folded his arms, a tiny flicker of irritation crossed his face.

"How much do you know?"

"I know about the Brothers of Enochia. I know how you helped him."

I know a damn sight more than you, was what she wanted to say.

"He isn't strong, emotionally I mean, he has…. Issues."

"We all have issues Dean."

"I don't think you're taking this seriously."

She glared at him, all thoughts of being tactful and diplomatic fled.

"Look Dean…. What makes you think I can't care for Cas? You think because I slept around that I can't have an actual relationship?"

"Is that what you have?" His mouth was curled into a smirk and damn she wanted to slap if off his face.

"Yes, that's what we have."

"So you didn't just go back to his and fuck him? Now you have some connection?"

"Exactly."

"Bullshit!"

He kicked at his chair, sending it spinning across the room.

"Don't you dare tell me you have something special with Cas after one night! Jesus! I spent years helping him through things. He didn't even know how to cross a goddamn road when I met him. Then you come along and suddenly…. "

Meg laughed. "You're jealous?"

"What?"

"You've had Cas as your personal pet project and now he doesn't need you as much as you thought."

"Shut up."

"I don't know what you want me to say Dean. You want me to admit that I'm not good enough for your boy? Because believe me, you won't be telling me anything that I don't already know. You think I want to hurt him? That I'm gonna hook up with other guys and watch his face crumple? I suppose you think in my spare time I enjoy kicking puppies too."

Dean was silent, his arms folded tight across his chest, mouth set in anger.

"You want to fire me? Fine. But I'm not walking away from Cas."

When he still didn't answer Meg shrugged.

"I guess we're done here. I have work to do, so long as I still have a job."

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