Another chapter? Yup.
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...The Winchesters would get used to her rule breaking.
Castiel was picking away at a pizza. Dean was cleaning his weapons and Sam seemed to be reading. Their fourth party member seemed to be having a tantrum in the washroom, banging around and shrieking. The men were studiously ignoring it, (except for Castiel who looked worried,) but when the sound of a mirror shattering reached their ears, it got to be too much for Dean.
"Meg! Shut up!" He yelled, still wiping off dried blood from Ruby's knife.
The demoness stepped out of the washroom.
Naked.
Though the brothers had seen their fair share of nude women, seeing Meg unclothed was gross. They both slapped their hands over their eyes, the knife and book tumbling to the floor.
Castiel just cocked his head to the side.
"What the hell is this?" Meg waved around something she was holding. Dean peeked through his fingers to see what it was.
"Soap." He answered, covering his eyes again.
"It smells like you two."
"No, we smell like it. What's wrong?"
"It's disgusting! You have no lady soaps!"
"Well, yeah." Sam finally spoke up. "You've only been with us for three days, we haven't had time to go buy stuff for you." Like clothes, he winced. She was still wearing her clothes from her fight with Crowley. It had gone in the motel's washing machine, but the tears couldn't be fixed.
"I need nice smelling soap." Meg whined. "I was looking forward to a shower after that messy hunt."
"Hey! We didn't know it spewed blood and puke until-"
"-It spewed blood and puke. I know." She threw the offending objects into the washroom. "My meatsuit needs daily showers, so I'll need lady soaps."
"Fine. Cas will take you to get some." Dean picked up the fallen knife and abruptly faced the other way, going back to cleaning.
"Come on Clarence." Meg motioned for him to move.
"You will need to be clothed." Castiel reminded her.
"Right."
"I think this is enough." The angel said, amused.
Meg just glared at him. "I need a bottle of conditioner."
"Do you really care about your meatsuit that much?"
"I took her body, must as well take care of it." She decided not to tell him that she kept the girl's voice unlocked. The actress had been rightfully furious, and screamed at Meg when she first took it. But Meg had kept the girl's spirit, liking her fire and sarcastic comments. She even voiced some of them aloud sometimes. As the months went by, the girl had gotten used to Meg, and kept talking about shipping Megstiel.
Whatever that was.
At that moment, the actress reminded Meg of something as she grabbed the bottle. "Clarence, one more thing."
He followed her, confused, when she went to the aisle filled with sanitary napkins.
She spotted the look on his face and laughed. "Yes, my meatsuit has her period right now."
"But-do demons...did you get them in hell?" He whispered the last few words so the other shoppers wouldn't panic.
"No. I thought I was dying when my first female body had it." She doesn't mention that she was used to it, back as a human. But she spent years in hell. Enough that it seemed like centuries because of Hell's time. When she had gotten out, she had completely forgotten about monthly bleeding.
Which one?
That Kotex one.
Meg picked the one the actress mentally pointed to, and dumped it in Castiel's arms, along with the lady soaps. "Let's go."
"We aren't going to pay?"
"Nope."
As soon as they got back Meg whisked herself to the washroom.
"How'd shopping with a demon go?" Sam asked when Castiel went back to his cold pizza.
"Alright. Dean, what are the symptoms of monthly bleeding?"
Sam and Dean stared at him.
"Something you aren't telling us, Cas?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"We are traveling with a female. I wanted to know if she will be in pain."
"Well, bleeding from her lady parts every month has no consequences." He said sarcastically.
Castiel could see they'd be no help, so he took Sam's laptop.
"Hey! Bring that ba-" The angel zapped himself into the washroom.
"Uh, what are you doing here?" Meg had luckily gotten out of the shower a couple minutes before, and was wrapped in a towel.
"It says you'll have moodswings." He ignored her question and stared intently at the computer.
"Already through that." Meg dried her hair with another towel.
"When?"
"Remember? I actually hugged Dean just because he offered me pie. Then two minutes later I'm yelling at Sam for eating my peanut butter sandwich and adding a banana." Meg shuddered. "I also broke a mirror because of their shampoo choice. I'm not that invested in soaps."
"I remember." He clicked on another link. "Cramps?"
"Those are a bitch to deal with." She groaned. "I'm getting those already. Hot water bottles help."
"But it also says that..." He turned the laptop to face her and she grinned.
"Oh, but that's even better."
"GUYS! RULE NUMBER TWO"
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