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[foundacause]

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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[venatical]

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."

[foundacause]

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.