"Meg."

He loved feeling her hair dip just on his shoulders, the way she kept him pinned down with abnormal strength, the way she teased him with hard with every pass of her cunt over his dick.

He was drunk again, having drained the last bit of whiskey he kept in his slowly thinning emptier bottle collection. His head was rolled back and his hands were clenched in the sheets, waiting for her to make a move.

"Meg..."

"Shh," she whispered, his erection rising against her soft folds and her eyes jet black. "You're sloppy when you're drunk."

"I've noticed that," he groaned, his hips rising up to her. "You're taking too long-"

"You forget who's the demon, angelface," she lowered her lips to just brush his forehead. "I still like my torture."

She liked seeing him defenseless, seeing him want to beg for her and using what little angelic self control he had left to try and keep himself from screaming out her name. It was a sort of ego boost she loved.

"Say it."

The smell of alcohol was strong on his breath. "No."

"You gotta play the game to get the prize, Cas, or we both lose."

"Meg..." his voice rasped. "Just fuck me. Please."

"Ever think you'd be on your knees begging a demon?" she asked him, knowing full well his answer. He replied by grabbing her hips with his hands, sliding down her skin as she lifted herself off him and slid over his cock. "Personally, I think it's super hot."

He said nothing, just grit his teeth and slammed his eyes shut as she rocked slowly onto him, her hands pressed firmly on his chest and his blunt nails trying to dig in her skin.

"Too slow!" he hissed out, and with a loud groan he felt her move even slower. She was playing with his head.

"Patience Clarence," she purred. "You'll get what you want. Eventually. Give it time."

He probably would have if it didn't feel like his head was going to explode from the haze.

"Meg."

"You know I hate drunk fucking. I have to do all the damn work," she glared down at him, sighing at his shut eyes. You know I just...hate it."

"Yet you come back," he countered, all look of pain washed away from his face.

Meg glared down at him, wanting to punch that smirk off his face. "You know, that's gonna be what kills you.."

"Not unless I kill myself first."

She didn't answer and he tried to pry his eyes open to see why. She was facing the doorway, her eyes quickly darting from brown to black.

"What?"

"Pretend your asleep."

"What?"

"Do you want to be caught?" she hissed at him, sliding off his body and throwing his tattered comforter over his hips.

He rolled his head to try and see her but she was gone. And almost a split second later, he saw the beam of flashlights peer through his glazed window.

He didn't mind the sudden invasions at night; it was mostly Dean or Balthazar just trying to keep the peace in the camp. But now, of all times...

He felt the fuzz of his drunkenness tug at him, and with one more glance to the side of the cabin he shut his eyes.

"CASTIEL."

The hiss of his name yanked him back into consciousness, and with a quick jump Castiel Scrambled to sit up.

"Dean?"

"Where is she?" Dean's voice graveled as he Cas's door, anger clearly evident on his face.

"I don't know."

"Damn it, Cas. i saw her come out of- are you drunk?"

"Hungover," the ex-angel corrected. "Why would she be here?"

"I'm not stupid, Cas. We saw her come out of here. And now she's gone!" Dean paced around the small room. "I mean, for God's sake, she was our only fucking asset to saving the Goddamn world! And she's gone!"

"I still don't get why you're asking me."

Dean paused. "Are you denying it? Cas there's rumors about you two flying out the fucking wazoo. Everyone in this damn camp knows you're the one who takes charge of her, damn it."

"So you know."

"Yeah. Yeah I know."

"And?"

"I'm not your ex boyfriend, Cas, I'm your friend. If you wanna rub asses with a demon that's fine by me. here's a lot more important matters in this world."

Castiel blinked the one tired eye he managed to open. "Thank you."

"Now where is she?"

"I don't know. She doesn't exactly tell me where she goes."

"Well, you better come with me and find her, 'cause Balth's got a group out looking for her."

"She'll be fine."

"You sure about that?"

Castiel considered it. "You're right. Let me get ready."