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