Some Megstiel in this one ;)

18. Hostage

The room was dark and they had bound her firmly with demon-proof chains. She had been stuffed into the corner away from all the doors and windows of the tiny cabin as if they were afraid she might try to escape. Meg smirked at that thought. Right, because it wasn't like she could move an inch is she wanted to.

There was supposed to be an exchange, but she knew how it would go. The Winchesters would bring the demon they had tortured and pretend to make the trade, but they would just kill all the demons instead, and Meg would end up getting caught in the crossfire. Sam and Dean might pretend to play along with her like she was on their side, but they would never believe it. Not enough to care whether she lived or died.

And Castiel, well…he had more important things to do than come for her.

The demons were moving now, and it was obviously time. Meg pretended nonchalance, leaning back against the corner as one of them came and kicked at her, leering.

"Even if we let you go, they'll probably just kill you, you little whore," the demon snarled. "Or you'll probably just end up in their little hunter's lair as a plaything to try out new torture methods on."

Meg smirked at him. "Let me know if you want to trade places."

The familiar rumbling sound of that Impala came from outside, and Meg knew it was time. Two of the demons left the cabin to negotiate.

"Hey, what about me?" Meg demanded.

"Shut up," one of the demons snapped as the door shut. She slumped, waiting for the inevitable.

She couldn't hear what was being said outside, but it all quickly seemed to go to hell. The demons outside shouted out, and there was a sudden explosion of light.

"What the hell?" one of the demons demanded as they all rushed toward the door.

Meg smiled. "My unicorn is here."

The door flew off its hinges and her knight in shining armor strode inside, six feet of glorious angel warrior. His halo was blazing, along with his eyes, and the demons staggered back. Meg could almost not stand to look at him, but yet she couldn't take her eyes away.

Castiel had a burned out demon by the throat and he threw it down in front of the others.

"There will be no hostage exchange," he growled. And then swung his blade in a blazing arc, taking out one of the demons closest to him.

The demons went frantic, trying to get out of the cabin, or fight him. But he stabbed one, smote another, and then strode over to one who was trying to smoke out and simply shoved the demon back into its meatsuit before he smote that one too.

The final demon ran screaming from the cabin, but was caught by the Winchesters waiting just outside the door and got an angel blade through his chest.

Castiel stood there among the bodies, and cleaned his blade on one of them. If Meg had been standing, she would have been weak in the knees.

"Damn, Clarence," she managed to say.

Castiel turned toward her and his expression softened, but there was still some anger there as he saw the state she was in.

"Meg," he rumbled as he strode over to her, and crouched to see about undoing her chains. "Are you hurt?"

"Nothing of consequence," Meg assured him, and gave a surprised sound as her chains fell away and he simply picked her up and carried her out of the cabin.

"I can walk," she protested half-heartedly. A lie, actually, but her jelly legs were Cas' fault, not from the demon's beating, and she still wasn't quite willing to admit that the angel could take her apart that easily.

"You've been a hostage for two days," Castiel said firmly. "I believe I can carry you."

"Well, at least chivalry's not dead," Meg said and settled more comfortably into his arms, enjoying the feel of his body pressed to hers, the muscles shifting underneath his clothes, and the hum of his grace beneath the vessel.

"Now, what do you say we go home?" Cas asked her as he headed toward the Impala parked a little bit away.

Meg glanced up to meet his eyes, cupping one hand on his jaw. "What do you say you make good on your promise and we order some pizza?" She raised an eyebrow.

Castiel smiled slowly and nodded. "I think I would like that."

Meg wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in the fresh scent of him. I may have been a surprise that she was even making it out of there alive, but she was extremely happy it had been Castiel who had come to her rescue. She was grateful to feel cared for. It was a strange feeling, but a good one too.

"I'd like that too," she whispered in his ear. Maybe this was the start to a new chapter.