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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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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?"

He grinned, not a hair out of place - magic, of course, but vanity and looking completely unruffled were important in this sort of situation. Well, to him, anyway.

"It could have been worse, I suppose."

"So then, do I get your house number and name now? I promise not to stalk you and leave bloody sacrifices on the doorstep."

She found the bedraggled, bed-head look kind of hot, truth be told. She didn't want a perfect little marble statue.

"House 11. If you wanna bring birds and rabbits in, that's fine. We'll get a catflap."

Considering Castiel, that wasn't a surprise.

To be fair, Gabriel could ask just about anyone with taste what they thought of Castiel - or of his meatsuit, at least, and most would agree he was hot. It was a body that had been totally wasted on a devout Christian like Jimmy.

"I think I can control my wild desires to slaughter small mammals. It'll be hard, but I think I can manage it."

"Hey, we can all appreciate persistence."

To be fair, even Gabriel thought the meatsuit was attractive. Well, not 'even Gabriel', since Gabriel didn't exactly have standards. Still, there was a difference between agreeing that his brother's vessel was hot and more than half-approving of a demon having sex with him. Especially when she could have him instead, because double standards? What were those?

Well, maybe if Gabriel had thrown her into a ring of holy fire first things would've been different and she would be crushing on him instead. The Trickster and the Demon, it could've been such an amazingly hot love affair. Oh well. You snooze, you lose.

"Sure we can, sugar."

"Great. Then I guess I'll see you around, honeybun."

With which he disappeared, still not having given her his real name. Oh well. Maybe another time.