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Who: Meg, Open
When: Day 52
Where: The Park
What: Repairing a gazebo

Sure, Mayor Creepazoid had decided to form a reconstruction group for the damage caused by the Jolly Green Giant, but that didn't mean Meg was going to sit idly by while some morons manhandled her angel’s favourite little hiding spot. She might've been willing to make an exception if they were all gorgeous hunks who would need to remove their shirts halfway through, but the likelihood of getting a full team of hunks in this place was minimal.

Which probably explained why she was in the park, by the remains of the gazebo trying to figure out how the hell to fix it up. Give her a victim and tell her to torture them in creative ways? No problem. Give her a broken gazebo and some spare materials? Problem. She was a demon. Not a carpenter or a joiner or... whoever the hell built gazebos. But other than a demon she was also ~~smitten with a certain angel~~ a determined, headstrong individual. And if she said she was going to mend the gazebo then she was damn well going to mend the gazebo.

"How hard can if be? If guys can do it, it must be easy..."

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Sigh. Apparently when you're a demon everyone instantly assumed you were out to harm the adorable little featherbutt - despite the fact that he could smite her before she had the chance to get anywhere near him with her angel blade. Not all demons were created equal. You kill a few people, help try to kick-start the Apocalypse and apparently you're the bad guy!

"Trust me. I've met bigger dicks with inflated senses of self importance. I'm pretty sure I can handle you. Sorry if that dents your precious little ego. Feel free to send strong worded letters of complaints to Meg, PO Box I Hurt Your Feelings, I Don't Give a Damnsville."

"Oh, bless your ickle cotton socks. There's nothing 'little' about my ego, and trust me, when it's as warranted as mine is? It's harder to hurt than you might think."

But he did enjoy it when people tried. When they weren't successful, at least - and even if they were, if they were attractive enough. He was still more amused than at all bothered by Meg, though, whatever her intentions towards Castiel. He was reasonably confident that if shit did go down, Castiel could handle it - and if he couldn't, someone else would. So naturally, continuing to be a smug, unhelpful asshole was still the most appealing option here.

"You ever built a gazebo before, honey?"

The derisive 'because it doesn't look like you have' was strongly implied, regardless of whether or not it was true. He was here to mock, after all, not to provide a balanced critique.

"Oh yeah, gazebo building is right there in the Introduction to Hell seminar, right between having your soul torn from your body and how to torture. I'll be sure to lend you the guidebook sometime - Hell 411, fascinating read."

She rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist, moving one of the large, splintered pieces of wood out of the way.

"No, dumb ass, I've never built a gazebo. I kill things. I torture things. I don't do woodwork."

"Touchy topic, huh?"

Not that he cared, and he was pretty sure it'd been too long for her to care much either. He glanced at the pile of wood, which rearranged itself into an equally unhelpful order.

"Guess you didn't pay much attention in high school shop class. Maybe you'd be better off getting one new from IKEA, you think of that? This mess doesn't look like it's gonna be the easiest thing to get wendy house-shaped again any time soon."

Oh man. Seriously? Seriously?! Not helpful, Gabe. At least rearrange it into a useful pile, or, heck, magic up a brand new gazebo. O wait, no, that would be helpful, wouldn't it?

"Oh right. IKEA. I'll just pop over there right now. Oh wait, I can't! We're stuck here! Any more bright ideas, smartass?" It was probably a good job he was an archangel or no doubt someone would've murdered him by now for being such an ass!

She continued to sort through the pieces.

"Well, as a last resort, we could try asking someone who knows anything at all about carpentry. I know, I know, sounds far-fetched, but it might be worth a try, whaddaya say?"

Although that would probably get her less credit with her unicorn - as if she needed any more credit, but Gabriel didn't know enough to know that, and to be honest, he didn't want to know enough to know it either. Any information about Castiel's sex life was too much information.

He was just jealous that he didn't have a sexy little demon lady all of his own to play with. He could always play with Crowley and dress him up pretty. Wouldn't that be fun? Playing dress up with the King of Hell? Meg would even be willing to lend them the Twister mat to play Sex Twister.

"Or, you could shut up and stand there looking pretty while I work on fixing this damn thing."

She could do this. She had to. And not just because she wanted to earn brownie points with Cas... Okay, mostly because she wanted to earn brownie points with Cas. Shut up.

"I know, I know. Asking you to be quiet is like asking a fat kid not to eat cake. But try."

Actually, that would be fun. Probably best not to give him ideas, though. He sighed, for all the world as if she were the one being unreasonable, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

"Fine. I suppose it is one of my strong points - looking pretty, I mean. And eating cake. And staying quiet, or at least when my mouth's full."

Could have been referring back to the cake. Judging by that wink and that smirk and those eyebrows, probably wasn't.

"But given that it isn't, it's not on my to-do list, so... I'm not sure yet. I can stay here and provide you with valuable support, by way of my sunny disposition and charming personality, oooor I guess I could just leave. What d'you reckon? I wouldn't wanna get in anyone's way, after all."

"Looking pretty is definitely the one thing you're good at. As for filling your mouth, how about my fist?" Okay, so maybe her fist wasn't what the wink, smirk and waggling eyebrows pointed to, but it was an option.

She shot him the prettiest kind of 'butter wouldn't melt' smile. Probably not super effective considering he could see her true form. But hey. Look at the pretty smile, Gabe.

"Oh, how could I possibly survive without your shining charm and wit? Don't ever leave me?"

"Well, if that's what you're into..."

He smiled back; saccharine and entirely superficial. He was kidding, of course - he'd be impressed at her balls if she tried it, but not best pleased.

"But hey, since you asked so nicely, I suppose I could bring myself to keep you company a while longer."

Oh, she had the balls - figuratively speaking. But she also had a deeply ingrained sense of self-preservation. It stopped her doing (some) stupid things that would probably wind up getting her killed. That wasn't to say there might come a time when certain things were more important than her own existence in which breaking his face would be an option.

"You're too kind. Gracing a lowly demon like me with your presence." It would have a lot more bite if she knew the true identity of the annoying dick, but hey-ho.

"Hey, no one's without their little flaws. Just so happens that mine is being too nice. Oh, laugh if you want, but you have no idea what a burden it is to be the ideal man. All those women throwing themselves at me... it gets tiring. Very little sleep, if you catch my drift."

A snap of his fingers, and the pieces of wood closest to her started spinning, at an almost alarming rate.

"But eh -- que sera. Everyone's got a cross to bear. Like you and your compulsive need to build shelters for the homeless. Or at least for angels who look like they're homeless. Details, right?"

Maybe skewering him with twenty pieces of wood simultaneously would be enough to kill him... Maybe an archangel blade wasn't the only way. There had to be better ways...

She rose a hand, flicked her wrist and stopped the wood. If they found themselves in a telekinesis war, no doubt he'd win. After all, archangel trumps demon.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for those big blue puppy dog eyes."

"So long as that's all of his you're a sucker for."

Or not, because if he thought they were actually together he'd be thrilled. Not at the miracle of love or anything, just at the miracle of new things to mock Castiel for. He frowned at the wood, then at her, but shrugged and put his hands back into his pockets - not worth getting into a fight over, he enjoyed being aggravating more than being actually aggressive.

"Why? Wouldn't be jealous would you? Me, and the little angel that could getting down and dirty and nasty? Maybe you should ask him nicely if you can join in... or is watching more your thing?"

More importantly, why was everyone so damn interested in her relationship with Cas? Seriously. An angel and a demon can't just be friends without everyone kicking up a fuss? It was tiresome. Or maybe it was just uncomfortable because it made her question certain feelings too much.

"Don't worry. My dirty little demon hands haven't sullied the pretty little angel... yet."

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna intrude. I'll just get him to videotape it, no big."

Not that Castiel would agree to that, probably, but... hm, perhaps he could rig the communicator to start broadcasting if they ever--

okay, he was stopping that train of thought.

"When you finally do, be sure and let me know."

Disturbing. Real disturbing. Not that Meg had a problem with the whole place being subjected to home movies of the x-rated variety. She was hardly Miss Shy July now, was she?

"You want me to let you know if I screw the angel? Yeah, okay pervert. I'll send photos and a full detailed report of the act, 'kay?"

"Sounds ideal."

For blackmail (or at least laughing-at-Castiel) purposes, not personal use. He wondered for a moment if he ought to clarify, but decided it would be funnier not to.

Yeah. There would be no evidence for blackmailing. Even if they ever get down to doing the down and dirty. As much as the mere thought of doing the right thing made Meg want to vomit a little in her mouth, she did actually give a damn about Cas, and she wouldn't let some dick embarrass him. That was her job.

"Consider it done. Course, if we're making a deal, we need to seal it with a kiss." Even though she was not a crossroads demon, there was no deal, and even if there was it wouldn't be binding due to the aforementioned fact that she was not a crossroads demon.

He'd be touched if he knew. Well... maybe, anyway. Mostly he'd find it equal parts hilarious and pitiful, but there was room in there for a bit of 'awwww'-ing, too.

"Do we? Oh, what a shame. Still, everything has its price-- I suppose I can bring myself to make such a sacrifice. You know, if I really brace myself."

It was very, very obvious that he was more than willing to kiss her. He didn't even need the excuse of a deal. Consider it a bonus.

"You know, I'm going to need a name and address to mail those details to, sugar. A real name. Not some alias."

And she had no qualms about kissing him. There had been a depressing lack of kissing since she arrived in Cape Kore - kissing Dean totally didn't count. It was hardly even a proper kiss.

She crossed over to him and planted a kiss right on his lips.

"I'll give you my house number sometime."

Which was about as much of a concession as he was willing to make. Oh well - one day he was bound to get outed. Besides, Loki was as much his name as Gabriel was by this point. And anyway, it was the last thing on his mind, as opposed to kissing Meg, which was the main priority. It wasn't as if he'd been starved of romance, but he was always up for a little more, especially with pretty brunettes who were interested in his brother.

Gabe was a good kisser, she'd give him that. Of course, it lacked that spark of being slammed into a wall moments from danger of being torn apart by hellhounds and being smooched the almighty hell out of. The Pizza Man had a lot to answer for.

She drew his bottom lip between her teeth, giving a light nibble.

He bit hers in return, a little harder than she had. Demons' tolerance for pain tended to be higher than humans', and so did their fondness for it - he didn't feel he needed to be particularly careful with this one, and frankly, he didn't want her to feel she needed to be careful either. Admittedly, she did, in general, need to be careful around him, given his tendency to smite when displeased, but this was one area where he was a lot more laidback. ~~Often literally.~~

Meg was the first to pull away. Shame, really. She had a sneaking suspicion this guy would know how to push all her buttons in all the right ways. And some of those buttons were in desperate need of a push.

"There, was that such a hardship?"