Castiel was fucked.
He knew he was fucked hard because he woke up with the worst hangover he'd ever had. And the demon was gone.
Maybe that was the worst part of it. Meg was no where in sight and she was his charge. Dean was gonna have his neck.
With a tired groan he sat up in his old bed, trying to blink awake and stretch, the soft pain of a sunburn on his shoulders causing him a bit more pain than he prefered. He deflated.
Wonderful way to start the day.
Getting dressed, Castiel mentally prepared himself for the pissing match with Dean over the demon. Not only was Dean against even keeping her at camp, but now he'd slept with her and she was gone, probably as far away as she could get.
Great.
"Cas," a voice called out and he turned to see Dean slowly opening the door. "Come on, I need you."
Squinting his eyes against the sun, Castiel stumbled out of his cabin and awaited the inevitable blast wave.
Until he saw Meg chatting with a few hunters and Dean pulling him over to where Chuck was freaking out over something Castiel didn't care about.
"Dean, this is serious. We're running out of toilet paper and- wait I thought you said you were getting a mediator?"
"I did. Trust me, Cas knows just so much more about this than I do," Dean smirked, smacking Cas on his sunburned back and not even noticing the wince of pain. "Don't you, Cas?"
"Dean-" but the human was already gone, and Chuck's smile grew wider.
"Okay good. We have these supplies we still need to keep in order..."
To be honest, if Castiel could lay down and die he would. He felt drained, tired, and everything felt as though it was weighing him down hard. His hangover was starting to evaporate, thankfully, but his mind kept wandering.
Meg saved my ass. Again.
It was why she never stayed with him after their nights together. She would always leave after sex, return to her designated place, Maybe hit Castiel up again in another few days. But to be honest...
There was a strange, sort of warm feeling he got from what she did.
She was alone, finally, Dean's group finally done questioning her and with a heavy sigh he sauntered over to her, still trying to wake up after sixteen hours of constant activity.
"Meg."
"Cas."
"What you did-"
"If you think it was to keep everyone off the radar of what you and I have been doing the past months, forget it," she leaned back in the rusted armchair. "I did it to save my own ass and you know it."
"I meant staying with me last night, even though Dean could have caught you."
"Your boytoy's a little aggressive, isn't he? More so than he used to be."
"You could say that. After Sam..." Castiel cleared his throat. "he could have caught you."
"I'm not stupid, Castiel. I'm not gonna get my ass handed to me."
"I'm glad," he muttered, lifting her from the chair up to her feet before pressing his face against hers. "I would hate to see what would happen."
She smirked against his lips. "Yeah, I bet you would."
For the first time he didn't care if anyone saw them, and he didn't even care if Dean saw them. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him down farther to kiss him, Castiel's hands going to her sides and with gentle roughness she had his lips parted and her teeth on his tongue.
He felt himself melting into her when she abruptly stopped, a groan of disappointment silenced by Meg pressing a finger against her lips.
He could hear soldiers talking around the corner and with a sigh he understood.
"When, then?"
"Later. Tomorrow, maybe."
"Not tomorrow. We're on a mission."
Meg frowned. "Okay, fine. Tonight. But stay up. Wait for me."
"I will," he let her go and turned towards his cabin, glancing back occasionally to see Meg change back to the cold demon she was.