First part takes place maybe a couple weeks after she's joined them.
Second one takes place a week after Temperance.
Third part takes place maybe within a month of her joining them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Temperance is half jesse. james. 3762

...She would have nicknames for her friends

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean yelled, he was half deaf temporarily due to the banshee they had just hunted.

"Fine." He massaged his wrists. After three hours of being bound and gagged, there were red welts on his skin.

"I'd heal you but..." Meg shrugged. As Queen of Hell, she had added perks, healing just wasn't one of them. "Clarence."

"Here." Castiel leaned forward from the backseat and tapped Sam's hands. The welts melted away.

"Thanks," Sam faced the back. "Just wondering, why do you call Cas Clarence?"

"Why do you call him Cas?" She shot back. "He's an angel, like in the movie."

"Yeah, but Clarence in the movie gave the man a reason to li-" Sam cut himself off.

He remembered her fight with Crowley. She looked defeated and like she was going to give up, but her face had taken on a fierce, determined expression, and she had plunged her stolen angel blade into the King of Hell's heart. He had wondered what made her keep going, but he forgot to ask as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

"Yeah, so?" she said defensively.

"No reason," he hastily said.

"I think you two need a nickname," she smirked, her painted red lips turned up. Red lipstick seemed to be part of her image now, like her Thai Buddhist Necklace.

"Sammy already has one." Dean pulled into the Bunker's garage.

"Sammy? That's your nickname for him. And Moose was Crowley's, ugh, nickname for him." She snapped her fingers. "Virgin."

Dean choked.

"I am not a virgin," Sam said. "Why the hell is that my name?"

"Because Amelia is your unicorn, and it's common knowledge unicorns like virgins." She said it all in a matter of fact tone, ignoring Dean's gasps for air and Castiel's chuckles.

"What...no..." Sam weakly protested. "Okay whatever."

"Great, now for Dean..."

"Not right now Queenie," Dean finished laughing/choking. "I'm starving."

"There's leftovers from yesterday." Sam said.

"Good, if my nickname is anything like Sam's, I want to be well nourished."

"Okay, shoot." Dean bit into his taco.

"I don't know." Meg cocked her head to the side. "You like pie..."

"Is that all you know about me?" He asked amused.

"Pretty much." She stared at him thoughtfully. "Oh!" She sat up, back ramrod straight. "Buffy!"

"Buffy? That chick who slays vampires?" Dean asked.

"And monsters. Things that go bump in the night. Isn't that what you do? Besides, that's not why I'm calling you that."

"Why then?"

"Because you both die a lot."

Sam choked on his taco.

"Are you going to assign me another one?" Castiel poked Meg. They both ignored Dean's angry sounds. He wasn't even coherent anymore.

"I've already got a lot for you, Tree Hopper." She leaned in close. "Besides, I've got a whole other category of names for you when we're in bed." He made a weird noise in the back of his throat.

"And this is the mushy Megstiel part of our day." Dean shuddered.

"I'd hardly call this mushy." Sam said. "Mushy would be if they started cuddling."

"Excuse me? Demon here, no cuddling from me." Meg grimaced. "Hard-core sex maybe, no cuddling though."

Now it was Castiel's turn to grimace.

...She could learn to cuddle

"Clarence, tell me a story." Meg and Castiel were laying on top of the covers on her bed, Temperance snuggled against the angel.

"Um, once there was a demon named Meg-"

"Not about me!" She swatted his arm.

"Fine. Once there was a pirate and a princess-"

"I swear to god, if this is about that fairytale show you like..."

"Okay fine!" He would have thrown his hands in the air in annoyance, but he didn't want to disturb the slumbering baby. Who truthfully looked almost a year old. "Temperance was the child of an angel and a demon. Her name was picked because her parents hoped she would have self control-"

"Parent." Meg corrected. As far as she was concerned, all she wanted was for Temperance to have wicked powers and wreak destruction on mankind.

Okay not really, but it would be awesome in her mind.

"-Self control, but it seemed her parents had foreseen how bad the baby's temper would, like her mother's, and just decided to name the kid after one of her own traits."

The two of them thought back to earlier that day. Dean was attempting to spoon baby food into Temperance's mouth, only for her eyes to go black and she threw the baby food in his face.

Telekinetically threw the baby food in his face.

"That is true." She admitted.

Castiel continued with his story, until he was soon predicting the future, of how beautiful and deadly the child would grow. Hours later, the two of them fell asleep.

"Rise and shine!" Dean burst through the door.

"Go away." Meg threw her pillow at him.

"Are you two...cuddling?" He asked, astonished. Temperance looked a little squashed between her parents, if her disgruntled baby face was anything to go by.

"Maybe." Meg got up and kissed Castiel's forehead, the angel smiled. Dean kept staring in shock.

"What happened to you?" He looked suspicious.

"Nothing. I still want to kill things and possess people, if you're thinking I've grown soft." She picked up Temperance, who was currently in angel form. "Breakfast time!"

"Man, she's crazy." Dean pointed out the door at the demon.

"Don't I know it."

"They were cuddling." Dean informed his brother once they were all seated at the table.

"Sure. What happened to 'no cuddling, I'm a demon'. Or something like that." He couldn't remember the exact words.

"She kissed me on the head." Castiel added.

"With Temperance in the room?" Sam looked horrified, obviously not thinking of the head attached to Castiel's neck. "First you're cuddling, then you're-"

"Forehead." Meg said.

"Oh."

...She'd be in denial

"Honestly, just tell him how you feel!"

"How I feel? I'm a demon, I don't feel anything. Except the urge to decapitate that dog if it doesn't stop barking." Meg glanced resentfully at the dog in the car parked beside them. It was growling, barking, and howling at her.

"Then explain how you feel about Cas."

"I feel indifferent." She ignored Sam's bark of laughter. "I do!"

"You said Amelia was my unicorn. Then you referred to him as yours."

"I...that...shut up." She pouted, slinking down into the backseat. Sam merely grinned, he knew he had won.

"Check this out." Dean climbed into the driver's seat, he tossed a newspaper into the backseat.

"What?" Meg flipped to the first page, and was greeted with a picture of someone's bloody corpse. "Oh, lovely. Reminds me of home."

"The guy in there," he pointed to the office building he and Castiel had just come out of, "real dick by the way, says the vic got into a fight with his wife an hour before that." He referenced the picture.

"We gotta interrogate the wife, don't we." Meg said flatly.

"See? A month in and you know how things go." Dean pulled out of the parking lot.

"I'm bored." Meg groaned. Sam and Dean were inside talking to the wife, she and Castiel were banished to the nearby playground to 'look for clues'. "I'm not Nancy Friggin' Drew!"

"I understand that reference." Castiel said.

"Of course you do, Angelface." She saw a couple walking by the swings, fingers interlocked. Was that something people did when they liked each other?

She shook her head. No, she didn't feel anything for the angel.

Nothing.

Meg grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.

"What are you doing?" Castiel stared dumbly at their hands. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel a tiny zing go through their fingers.

"Nothing." She resisted the urge to keep holding his hand, and hastily moved away from him.

Manipulating people, using her looks as a weapon, those were things she could do. But Castiel didn't really care for her looks, all he saw was her ugly true form. And she couldn't manipulate him either. This was new territory, and she had no experience in it.

"So you still refuse to tell him you like him." Sam said.

"Is this a reoccurring topic with you?" Meg frowned. The two of them were seated at the table where the brothers did their research. Conveniently, the older brother and Castiel were somewhere else in the Bunker. "Because I'd rather talk about other things."

"Too bad. We're talking about this now. While Cas and Dean aren't here." He leaned forward on the table.

She did the same, her gaze not wavering. "Why the interest in the two of us?" He couldn't just want in on her personal life.

"Because I think you two are good for each other. Well, good for you. Personally I think you're a bad influence on him."

"Then why have us together?"

"Because you deserve him. And a happy ending."

Meg laughed, a couple tears leaked from her meatsuit's eyes. Sam waited patiently for her peals of laughter to fade. "Jeez Virgin, we don't live in a fairytale world full of puppies and rainbows and cupcakes. I don't deserve a happy ending."

"But you deserve him."

She sat quietly. Then, "I don't like him though."

"I saw you two holding hands."

"That doesn't count for anything."

"It does so! If you saw me holding hands with someone, what would you immediently think."

"That you're together." She snapped her mouth shut, but her fast response was already out of her mouth.

"See?"

"Holding hands doesn't mean anything." She protested.

"Okay, okay." He held his hands up in surrender. "But you two have kissed."

"Shut up."

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