"Meg, please." Ruby gripped the edge of Meg's black jacket with a pleading expression. The two sat in Ruby's favorite Fro-Yo shop, Ruby with some healthy fruit shit and Meg with a full on banana split.
"Stop holding me back from my full potential." Meg shoved at the skinnier girl.
"Seriously Meg, you can't just go over and tell Dean off."
"Why not?" Meg smirked. "He's asking for it, working at a yogurt shop of all places. It's beautiful. Mr. I'm-So-Manly-I-Objectify-Women-Drink-A-Shit-Ton-Of-Beer-And-Only-Listen-To-Music-From-Before-I-Was-Born. Working at the place white girls go to take cute Instagram pictures."
"What?" Ruby wrinkled her nose. Meg ignored her and strode over to the counter, sitting on it saucily.
"Bitch." He grunted, glaring at her. She giggled.
"I'm flattered, really. What's a tough guy like you doing at a place like this?" She tapped his nose.
"Making money. Some people gotta do that for themselves."
"Oooh, are you referring to the fact that my father cares somewhat about me, and therefore gives me money, as opposed to your daddy issue shit?" She laughed again, a bit more screechily. Dean winced.
"Fuck off." He wiped the counter viciously and Meg smirked.
"Did I hit a cord? Don't worry, the rest of the school doesn't know about the way he hurts you. Just me." Meg looked him in the eyes seriously. "I'm not dicking around. I know."
"Why?" Dean questioned, pausing in his mechanical movements.
"Why haven't I used this to destroy you?" He nodded and she continued. "Leverage. If your baby brother harms a single hair on my cousin's head, I will fucking tear you and Sam apart. She somehow cares about him, and I don't want you to fuck this up. Got it?"
Dean stared at her, a calculating expression in his green eyes.
"Damn, you really do care." He whispered, somewhat suprised.
"Don't overthink this, sugar pants." She hopped off the counter. "Tell Castiel I hope his dick doesn't fall off with its utter lack of use." Meg blew a final kiss to him and sauntered back to Ruby.
"Ready to go?"
"Do you think Meg is pretty?" Hael asked Castiel suddenly one day.
"Yes." He mumbled, in the midst of reciting a particularly complicated calculus theorem to himself. Her resounding squeal broke him out of his reverie.
"Oh my goodness, I totally knew it!" She clapped her hands together excitedly. "I'm telling everyone."
"What is it, Hael?" He growled. He wasn't aware what he had said the provoked such a response.
"You think Meg's beautiful and you're totally in love!" The girl chirped in response, fingers flying over her phone.
"What?" He flushed. "I am not aware of saying that."
"Well, you said she's pretty, but that's basically the same thing."
"Just because I commented on her apparent physical charms does not mean-"
"Oh my gosh!" Hael shrieked. "This is so cute. I totally ship you two. What would the name be for that? Caseg? Ceg? Mas? Megs? Megstiel? Oh, that's definitely it. Megstiel."
Castiel buried his face in his hands. All he wanted was good grades. And he got this. God works in mysterious ways, he reminded himself.