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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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Oh, don't start, Dean. She was doing a brilliant job all by herself, thank you very much. The cluelessness was all an act. Yep. An act... or not. But damn it, she was determined to do this.

"Lost? Yes. I was on my way for sweeties and cookies and I wound up here..."

She rolled her eyes. "Planning on stealing my thunder?"

"Um... Were you actually planning on accomplishing something?" He wheels his supplies over to where the gazebo's foundations still kind of are, and he kicks at them with his foot. Probably going to have to replace all that.

He turns around and looks her over. Stupid demon. Stupid demon... roommate. Stupid demon friend of Cas's who Cas is stupidly really attached to and Dean doesn't like alienating his friends like the way Sam alienated Benny. Ugh, fuck.

"You want to help?"

Can she rip his spine out? Please? Pretty please? She'll make it quick... Stupid human. Stupid human friend of her angel. ""Already done a pretty good job of sorting the stuff that can be salvaged from the stuff that can't. So you can take your macho, superior, know-it-all, smugness and shove it up your ass. If you need a hand with that, just holla, I'll remove your spine to make you more flexible."

How have they managed to survive in the same house so far without killing each other?

"I was here first. Either can the attitude or hit the road, Deano."

Wow, negative ten points on impressing or scaring him. He lifts his eyebrows and waits for the punchline. There's a punchline, right? No?

"Uh-huh." He gestures at the wood she gathered. "And you know what to do with all that? How to build something so it won't collapse or fall apart? 'Cause, um. I worked construction. But hey, you want to fix it up all on your own, be my guest. Next time there's a strong wind, I'll make popcorn and we can all come out and watch it fall over."

He was serious about asking her to help, as much as he would like to deny that. As in, he's serious about teaching her how to do this and not just being a smug dick the whole time. He guesses that only counts if they manage to pass Go.

"I can think of one use for it." It involves his head and the slow, satisfying thud of wood smashing into it. Might not repair the gazebo but it would be delightfully rewarding all the same.

"It's woodwork, it's not rocket science. If a moron like you can do it how hard can it be?"

She's trying to play nice. Dean just rubs her up the wrong way. She can't help it.

"Look, whatever. Let's just fix this damn thing for the angel, shall we?"

"You never watched HGTV, did you?"

He turns back to the foundation and crouches down next to one of the beams that's been split.

"We need to tear this up first. Can't build something on shitty foundation. I have the stuff to make the support poles, but I want to sand them down a little first, so today once we finish ripping this up, we can start piecing together the wood to make the floor. Maybe find some good roof materials too. I took apart some furniture to get some good pieces," he says, nodding at his wheelbarrow. He stops his businesslike spiel and raises an eyebrow at her.

"Sounding okay to you, or is this too much macho smugness?"

Their relationship was built on shitty foundations. No wonder they were so screwed. Meg rolls her eyes, she can't help it, it's a natural reaction. She is paying attention though.

"So basically, we have to wreck the whole thing and start over? Doesn't sound so much like 'repairing' and 'making anew' those are very different things, Deano."

She sighs. "Shame we can't magic a new one out of thin air."

"Well, sometimes something's so screwed up, you have to scrap the whole thing and start over. Stronger that way."

He stops in the middle of reaching for the toolbox. Why does that sound familiar? He glances up at Meg and then shakes it off. They're building a gazebo, not a metaphor for their relationship. Damn, he's been reading too many trashy romance novels.

What? They're dramatic. And it's not like there are any telenovelas here.

"Yeah, I thought about asking Cas for more help than just getting stuff out of the attic, but." He stops and puts the toolbox between them. "This is better than sitting around doing nothing. Building something from scratch feels good." He definitely doesn't smile at her, nope, and instead he pulls out a crowbar.

"Here. You got that demon strength, right? That'll make this go by faster."

Oh God. They don't have to hug do they? Although if he wants to send some of that trashy drivel over to her room she'll be glad of it. She's out of magazines. She has to entertain herself some how.

"Asking Cas to fix his own gazebo kind of defeats the whole point of fixing it up for him, hot stuff."

Really? A crowbar? Does she look like a dinosaur? She doesn't need a crowbar. She simply gives a flick of her wrist instead.

"That, too."

Well, okay, so she doesn't need a crowbar.

He looks up at her and gestures to what's left of the old foundation that's really now more like some broken pieces of wood sort of attached to the ground at the corners.

"You know, sometimes doing things the slow way can be more satisfying. You should give it a shot."

"Make up your mind, Sweetcheeks. You want the slow path or the fast one?" He's the one who said her demon strength will make it go faster. Mixed signals, hunter boy. Mixed signals.

She takes the crowbar and sets to work. "You remember when things were simple? Back in the day. When we were trying to kill each other and everything was a lot less complicated?"

"I meant the -- not the fast fast one. Jeez. You and Cas both need to learn the finer points of doing things with your hands." He pauses and glances up at her. "Speaking of simpler times."

Not that that's quite what she's describing. He sobers and pries up some wood, the muscles standing out in his arms as he pulls it up with relatively little effort, you know, in human terms.

"Yeah, things are all out of whack now." He misses Benny almost as much as he misses Sam. "You take your allies where you can get 'em, I guess." And yeah, he knows that turns what happened with Cas and Crowley into one huge mess that he doesn't know how to begin to untangle.

"Oh, I have every intention of discovering the finer points of doing things with my hands on Clarence. No worries there." Has she just admitted to wanting to manhandle his angel? Yes she has. Does she look bothered? No.

"You know, all that grave robbing and monster hunting has done wonders for your body." It really amazes her just what good shape he is in considering his love of alcohol and fast food and the way squishy human bodies tend to react to such things. "Could just be the light."

Come on, she's not blind. Both Winchester brothers are kind of hot.

"Need a hand there?"

Did she just admit to wanting to manhandle his angel? Dean's head snaps up at that, and he can't seem to decide if he should be bothered or bothered that he's bothered or act like he's not bothered at all regardless. He could pass it off like he doesn't want her getting her hands on Cas because he still doesn't trust her intentions, but that doesn't explain what's definitely there underneath the surface: jealousy.

Thankfully, she throws him entirely off balance by complimenting his body. He glances down at himself and back up at her, disbelief in his eyes, before he decides it's all a joke, all of it. Saying she wants to bang Cas, saying he has a hot body -- she's just messing with him. He laughs hollowly and brushes it off.

"Thought you were helping me out already before you got all distracted with your sexy daydreaming." He turns back to what he's doing, though he's still clearly weirded out. Maybe what's especially weirding him out is that he's been noticing her body too. Like, objectively. He can't live in a house with her and not notice.

"I took a break to admire the view." The quirk of her eyebrow quickly dispels any thoughts about her maybe enjoying the view of the park. Nope. She's checking him out, plain and simple.

And if it helps him to sleep easy at night he's welcome to believe she's just messing with him; it doesn't change the fact that she's in love with the angel and kind of fond of the hunter. And she hates herself for it. Demons don't fall in love. Demons destroy, torture and kill. They don't love wayward angels.

She distracts herself from her thoughts by turning her attention back to the wood.

The question of Dean's feelings for anyone is a bit... tricky, hard to pin down, especially because he doesn't want to. His time in Purgatory was a real eye-opener though, and so was the whole year before that, systematically losing everyone, losing Bobby. It made Dean have to sit up and really appreciate the things he has. So Benny became like a brother to him, and he prayed to Cas every night because he wasn't afraid to admit how much he needed him anymore. Cas is -- well, he should be a permanent fixture in Dean's life. He needs him to be, but Cas keeps slipping away from him. And yeah, okay. Maybe Dean did some pushing of his own. He doesn't want to go back to that, though; he's okay with needing Cas as much as he does... mostly, sort of.

Which is why him and Meg being close makes him nervous. What if he loses Cas again? The two of them have some kind of bond, and what if Cas decides it's more "profound" than theirs? He's seen the two of them together. It's... sweet. Cute. He can't even begrudge it, but he can apparently be super embarrassingly jealous about it. He doesn't want to be left out.

And Meg was there for him when Dean couldn't be; she's still dedicated to him even now, and Dean can't find a speck of disingenuous in her actions. She really likes him. That's how Dean's opinion of her started loosening. And when she isn't threatening to kill him or being all moody demon, she's fun. And funny. And hot. And a good kisser.

He watches her get back to work, processing the idea that she was checking him out. It should make him feel gross right? All violated. It doesn't.

"Should I tell Cas to start getting jealous?" he says lightly, like it's a joke.

Ha. Yeah, right.

Funny how a few short years ago she was trying to kill him, his baby brother and daddy dearest. Not to mention killing Caleb and Pastor Jim - which was a shame, she kinda liked him. And maybe she was a teeny tiny bit responsible for Jo and Ellen blowing themselves up. But these things are just little blips in a friendship, right?

And hey, what she can gather from those ahead of her in the timeline is she's going downstairs for a long time, so really, Dean doesn't have to worry about her and his angel skipping off into the sunshine together. Not that she'd be overly opposed to said skipping - as long as there was no literal skipping involved.

"I don't think the little feather-head has anything to worry about just yet."

And Cas broke his brother's brain and sent him on a non-stop trip to crazy town, complete with Lucifer hallucinations, not to mention the people he killed or all the lies. And Dean took some time off once to torture people in Hell, along with a few other things he's not so proud of along the way. They've all done shit; Meg did a lot of shit to Dean and the people he cares about and that's usually a Huge Dealbreaker, but she's been an ally lately, for whatever reason. She's been taking care of Cas. For some reason, that makes up for a lot.

He could ask what's up with them, but then again, maybe it's better if he just ignores it entirely.

"There's a relief."

He focuses on pulling up this next bit of wood, not that there's much foundation left now, thanks to that big green thing. He tugs it loose and then examines it, deciding it'd be good enough to salvage, and tosses it onto the pile.

"It probably won't take us too long to put this back up," he decides, sitting back on his heels and looking over what's left. "Not with us working together."

Oh, Dean was Alastair's number one. The finest Hell had to offer - even better than Meg, which was saying something since she likes to think of torture as one of her finest skills. But give him the tools and boy, it's a beautiful sight. Shame his conscience has to get in the way. They'd make quite the team.

But the point remains that none of them are perfect. At least that's something they have in common. And of course, they've all given Fate the middle finger and chose their own paths.

"Magical sparkly teamwork," she smirks at him, but she's more than willing to work together to build the pretty little angel hut. Besides, Dean's not so bad, really ... for a Winchester.

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