Chapter 6: Patronage

"Will you lie back already!" Meg pressed on Castiel's shoulders, managing to push him back with ease onto the pillows, "if I can handle you so easily, it means you still need to wait till your strength builds up. What makes you think you can as much as fly in that condition! Everything's under control, there's no need! Dean sent a text that they've got Crowley, the killings have stopped, they are on the way here and Sam's not doing any more trials in case what Naomi says is true. What is there to sort out right now?"

"I need to find out whether her words are true. If there's a plan to cast out all the angels we need to stop it."

Meg rolled her eyes at him, "just because the Winchesters always think they are the ones who have to save the world, you don't need to join them," she pulled herself closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder, physically stopping him from moving with the gentle, affectionate gesture, "can you at least hold me for ten minutes? We haven't even had the chance and it'd give you the time to heal. Can you do that Clarence? I swear we can whizz wherever you want after."

The angel sighed, "Meg." However, he did what was expected of him and pulled the demon tighter into his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead. "All right." He looked up to the ceiling and stared as if he could gaze up to the starts which he probably could with some supernatural sense, "no, I don't miss the apocalypse," he continued a conversation that was started weeks earlier, "because if you were bad and I was good, completely, then I could never have you."

"What makes you think you can have me now?" She lifted her head coquettishly and looked into his sky blue eyes. "Thank you for coming for me Clarence." She sobered at the sincere fondness he met her gaze with. "My angel who would go bat for me," she pushed up to meet his lips too. Her intention was to make it simple and chaste, only as a thank you kiss, but just like the first time they've kissed, he wouldn't let her go. His inexperience never stopped him from craving more of her. He parted his lips and their tongues met, the touch of their bodies so closely wrapped into each other filling them with charged, electrifying desire. Forgetting his injuries now, Meg was almost of top of him now, hands rubbing his sides and pulling at his shirt for an entirely different reason than looking at his wound.

Yet the kiss ended abruptly when he jerked and gasped and they both pulled apart at the feeling of complete wrongness that emanated from all corners of the universe and echoed back from Earth itself. Meg leapt to her feet, angel blade at the ready despite the enormity of how the threat felt. Castiel followed her and they stood there, helpless, while an immense force seemed to have been deciding what to with itself. The angels' first screams were only heard by Castiel, then he pulled Meg outside with him so he could answer those desperate calls.

"Clarence, it's too late," Meg muttered horrified, having no idea why the burning and crashing angels didn't elicit joy in her. There was no time for staring though cause all of a sudden Castiel fell into her arms again, pale and wheezing, with violent shudders going through his body. "Clarence, Clarence!" She tried to gently let him down onto the ground, but he grunted and used every bit of energy he could muster to push her away. "Stay. There." He panted.

Meg shook her head, scrambling to her feet, but by the time she could've reached him, Meg knew what he was trying to shield her from. Castiel was not falling from the heavens, yet his wings were igniting to a quickly consuming fire all the same. The demon didn't pause though. While she could see his wings at all times, the fire seemed corporeal, singing the grass underneath the suffering angel. And if the fire was real, she could do something about it. Teleporting herself into the bunker's kitchen, she grabbed the small fire extinguisher by the oven and appeared with it, finger on the nozzle, next to Castiel, but at a safe distance from the burning grace that could've killed her in a millisecond. Once the flames were no longer visible, she grabbed hold of the foamy jacket and pulled it off of the fallen angel. It came as a shock to her that the wings were no longer visible when she pulled him away from the mess. Meg dropped to her knees next to him staring as hard as she could. But no matter how much she tried, she could not see Castiel anymore. Not his form, only this little light, albeit with the recognisable signature of his essence flickering inside a very human vessel. He still shuddered a bit, his teeth clenched together as he rode out some sort of pain, but as far as she could see, he was at least otherwise unharmed. So with a heart that ached for him, Meg gathered his head and shoulders into her lap, "shshsh Clarence. I'm here. It will all be okay." Then she started to sing some ancient lullaby in a long forgotten language while threading her hand through his messy hair.

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