It never ceased to baffle Castiel that Meg was his. He had always thought of her as something beautiful and unattainable, like the stars in the sky. He was almost content just watching her from afar, but there was always that wish. That deep-down gut wrenching desire to reach for the stars, and go for what he wanted. But he couldn't. She was only two years younger than him, but Cas just couldn't convince himself that she would ever want him.
He would never forget the day she walked up to him, out of the blue. He was covered in grease and probably looked quite disgusting. His brother Dean was trying to teach him auto repair but Castiel simply couldn't grasp it.
"Hey there." She said, smiling that sexy crooked little smile that caused men to melt at her feet. He remembered playing with his shirtsleeves (he really needed to learn how to stop doing that) and choking out a raspy "Hello."
Until then he'd only ever seen her at school, but he was graduated and she still had another year left. He'd thought he'd seen the last of the dark-haired beauty, but there she was.
"You and your brother fixed up my car real nice." Cas frantically thought of something to say. How do you find something to talk about with the girl of your dreams standing there in front of you, making you feel dizzy and at a loss for anything intelligent to say? Luckily, he didn't have to say anything. "So, Dean over there said it'll be a few more hours fixing up my old junker. What do you say, Want to grab something to eat, help a girl pass some time?"
They took Cas' car to the diner and talked for hours. And suddenly the anxious Castiel had vanished.
He felt comfortable. Not like he had to pretend to be anyone else, or think of witty things to say. He could just be himself with her. And it was better than he'd ever imagined.
They had just sat there in that diner. Talking, and talking about any and everything from their favorite books, films, and music. They talked about fears and religion and hopes and had always been beautiful to him, but right then she became even more beautiful, if that was possible. She was a different person then, in that diner. Before she was all red lipstick and spirit. But right there, she was vulnerable, and open. And Cas knew then that she was a rare and beautiful creature, and he would do whatever it took to deserve her.
And maybe that's why now, six months later, driving to pick up that same woman, he feels a crushing fear that he's going to lose her. Luke is just the sort of guy that he thought Meg wanted. Muscular, chill, athletic, sexy. Things he didn't see in himself. He gripped the steering wheel and tried to force the thoughts out of his head. Everything was fine.
He pulled up to her drive and left the car running as he ran to the door. She opened it up and smiled. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, curly tendrils framing her face. She kissed his cheek and grabbed his hand. "Hurry up Babe, I'm starved."
He grinned and shook his head, sliding into the drivers seat and pulling out of her driveway.
When they walked into the diner, escaping the chilly morning air, Cas spun to face Meg, taking both her hands in his. "You hear that?"
She tilted her head and listened. Her cheeks growing red when she heard the song.
"Oh please, say to me you'll let me be your man."
Cas waggled his eyebrows and danced her back and forth, singing along "And please say to me, you'll let me hold your hand."
He continued to dance her around the diner, ignoring the looks they were getting from the elderly couples. "Be straight with me Meg." He said, twirling her around.
"Would you like me better if I looked like this?" He pulled her too him and let go of her hands, forming his hands into little circles, placing them over his eyes.
Meg swatted at him, trying to hide a smile. "I should have never told you about that Clarence."
"Of your deep and undying crush on John Lennon? Why ever not?"
She shook her head. "Because, you'll never let me forget it."
He laughed and spun her around once more before they collapsed breathless into the red leather booth.
A pretty blonde waitress came and took their order. She tapped her pencil against her pad of paper and continually glanced up at Castiel.
"Hey," Meg said, waving in the girls face. "This guy right here, taken. Not eye candy for you, sweetheart."
Cas glanced up from the menu, his blue eyes wide. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, looking at the waitress and then Meg.
"Uh, I'll take a black coffee and pancakes." He said, placing his menu down and putting a hand over Meg's. Maybe he wasn't the only one who got unreasonably jealous.