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have you talked to the man upstairs?

Who: Dean and whoever lives in House 16 who wants to put up with his crap. And Kenzi! What a brosis.
When: Day 70
Where: House 16
What: Dean's slowly going stir crazy, probably much to Gabriel and Raphael's delight. His housemates have to deal with him.
Warnings: Language!

It's been a straight-up week since Dean got himself in deep shit with Raphael and Gabriel. A week. That's seven days that he's been living out of his room, afraid that he's going to get angel-shanked when he goes to use the bathroom. He's getting really sick of it, and he's really tempted to think that Raphael and Gabriel's plan is just to make Dean stay in his house for all time. But he keeps reminding himself of angels and their patience and that's probably just what they want him to think and as soon as he decides fuck this shit, that's when they'll swoop. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Ugh, fuck this shit. Only not really. He stops tossing the ball against the wall and flumps back on his bed again, bored and antsy. He glances over at his sigils, checking them like he has to do every few hours because...

Oh, look. They've been fucked with again. His sigh is more of a growl as he gets up and stomps across the room to fix it again. This crap's why he thinks their plan is mostly mental torture, slowly driving him nuts. Once it's fixed, he sits back on his bed heavily and scowls at the floor.

Then he stomps on it and calls out.

"Hey! Someone wanna bring me something to eat? Freaking starving up here." No, mostly he's bored.

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Oh... Oh. So this isn't designed to make him feel like shit? He's not sure what it's supposed to do, and he squirms a little. Is she trying to talk to him about her feelings? Even using animals, Dean's not sure he's quite ready to do this. Also his impulse is to be skeptical, but Meg is either really dedicated to this con, or genuine.

"And so what was the reason?"

Shut up and listen to her express her feelings through fairytales about animals, damn it, Dean. It's important. Even if she's regretting starting the blasted story now.

"Well against her better judgement and despite the fact that if all the other dark and dangerous animals in the forest ever found out they would tear her limb from limb - the panther fell in love with the unicorn."

There. She said it. Happy now, Dean?

Whoa. Hold the phone. Back up. What?

Dean frowns at her, instinctually resistant to that kind of infodump because that's not possible. Demons don't love, right? Ruby sure as hell didn't love Sam, no matter how much they tried to convince Dean, and look who was right in the end. He doesn't get why she's telling him this, even if it is true. Is he supposed to... comfort... her? Is he supposed to help hook her up with Cas? Because he's so not ready to be her wingman. At least not to Cas. The idea makes him a little queasy and angry in a way he'd... rather not think about even more than he'd like to not be thinking about her loving Cas.

"Uh..." He might look as physically pained as he feels. What the crap's he supposed to say now? "And you're the panther?"

"You wanted a story. I told you a story." Yes, yes she is the panther. And the fact she's directly dodging the question is probably a good indicator. What was that saying? 'At the heart of every legend there is a grain of truth.' Dean has likely been hunting enough to know that all the best stories start from small truths.

"Right then, Deano. Story time over. Hope you enjoyed it."

"Whoa, hold on." He's squinting and holding his hand out, rolling back through the "story," and he finally finds words enough to give her a look. Not just look at her, but give her a look.

"You're in love with Cas?" Should he go for it? Yeah, maybe he just should. "Is that even possible? I didn't think you demons had the gooey centers."

Then again, she did just tell him the story of his life using zoo animals.

Don't just say it out loud like that, Dean! Seriously. Never say the L word out loud. Still, they've come this far. Might as well get it all out in the open.

"Demons were human once, Dean. Or did you forget that? I get it. We've hardly got a reputation for cute and cuddly but do you know what the only difference between you and me is? You had Cas and a whole army of angels pull you out in time."

She went there. "You were well on your way to losing your humanity and you know it."

Wow, someone's overreacting to what was mostly a question of whether or not demons are capable of feeling anything. Or... okay, maybe not, but that was seriously unnecessary. How is it his fault that she's a demon? She's like, flaunted it in their faces repeatedly that she's a demon and so doesn't give a crap about doing the right thing or peoples' feelings or etc., etc.

"Touchy subject, huh?" He's not going to take the bait, even if it is tempting. He has to like, physically restrain himself not to.

"Also, pretty sure that wasn't the question. If I was on my way to losing my humanity, that means you've lost it, sweet cheeks. The question was, can you even love anymore?"

Touchy subject doesn't even begin to cover it. Does he have any idea how much of a freak she feels? To be a demon and to be in love? It goes against everything a demon is supposed to be about. She loathed herself for letting those feelings in. Torture, pain, suffering. Those were supposed to be the things that mattered. Not checking her angel hadn't gotten himself hurt or killed.

Yet Lucifer had told her he's proud of her. Did that mean she was actually the only demon in existence getting it right? Unlikely.

She glares at Dean. If looks could kill he would currently be a pile of smoking Winchester dust. "You want the honest answer or the answer that you'll choose to believe anyway?"

Legit question. He's been through this with Ruby before, and no one listened to him. He wasn't convinced, or he wasn't surprised when it turned out she was playing Sam like a fiddle all along. How is he supposed to trust Meg now? To believe her? She's tried to squash out his and Sam's existence for a while now, and maybe this thing with Cas has been her way of weaseling in deeper. How is he supposed to know? Cas isn't exactly the greatest judge of character, though the fact that he was bonkers and reading her as safe, or making her actually uncomfortable with how sweet he was on her -- that's been something that Dean's thought about. Not that he wants to, but it makes it a little easier for him to accept them all living together.

He wants to play nice with Cas's demon friend here for his sake, but trying to believe that Meg's in love with him -- that's almost too unbelievable for him to take all at once.

"Let's hear the honest one." He reserves the right to still believe the other one.

Yeah well, Ruby was a bitch. Seriously, Dean. Don't tar Meg with the same brush just because she killed your friends and tried to kill you, your brother and your dad. That's just rude. What about all the times she's helped? Okay, okay, maybe all the times is a bit of an exaggeration - there have been some times when she's put herself on the line to help.

"Demons can love. It's rare. But not impossible. Most have forgotten how. Their humanity has been stripped away that they can't remember how it feels. But sometimes... it happens."

How did taking Dean a bag of chips turn into this? "Cas is... special."

He doesn't know how they got here, but she definitely started it. When he implied he wanted more romance novels, he meant the kind with the melodrama and the bad sex and Fabio on the cover. Cas doesn't look like Fabio.

"That so?" He has to sound skeptical because... well, he still is. He can't really deny that Cas is special, though. "And so it just happened for you two? Is it some kind of Florence Nightingale thing?"

Who wants Fabio when you can have Cas? Seriously? Those eyes, that hair, that trench coat. Besides, The budding Megstiel thing is just like a classic Mills and Boon - with added Heaven and Hell. Or not.

"Look. I saw an opportunity to get an angel on side and I took it. I had no one in my corner and there you were with little broken Cas in the car. A broken Cas was better than no Cas at all. And yeah, I had every intention of stabbing you in the back and taking the angel for myself - because hello, heavenly weapon of mass destruction with a bug in the system. I was all over that, baby." Typical demon.

"But then, when you spend all day, every day looking after him. He kind of grows on you. And he found a way to worm into a heart that is black and twisted and evil and he did something to me."

"Uh-huh," he grunts, still skeptical. Maybe she's playing them both like a fiddle, but the thing that's making Dean not quite sure is that there'd be no reason to up the ante about that here, now. All she needs to do to keep Dean from wanting to gank her is to behave herself; they'd already established that, even. Why pretend like she's in love with Cas? What could she get out of it? Unless she's going to fuck with Cas, which, let's be real, Dean's done a better job of that.

He doesn't want to show signs that he's at all considering that she's not lying; he has a hard time believing that she really loves him like she's saying, but he'll bite that she, like, genuinely doesn't want to kill him or turn on him. That's as far as Dean can get on believing in "demon love."

"Why're you telling me, then?"

Or maybe she's being honest for once. Yeah, yeah, honesty from a demon. But really, at least you know what you're getting with a demon. Not like 99.9% of angels who are supposed to be the good guys doing God's work and turn out to be dicks. At least you can trust a demon to try and stab you in the back. But hey, it's been ages since she last tried to kill him, right? Right. And if she wanted to kill the angel she would've done it when he was half comatose.

"I was just telling you a story to pass the time. You're the one who made it personal."

And she's back to stealing a handful of his chips.

He gives her a look when she steals his chips, but it's not a good look. Not for her, anyway. Because Dean's starting to look smug, and that's probably not good. She should probably think about saying something to distract him, but -- oops, too late.

"And what if I told Cas this completely impersonal story that isn't about anyone we know?"

Sometimes she wishes she had gutted both Winchesters when she had the chance. Life would be so much simpler.

Instead of taking the bait she simply rolls her eyes at him. "Stories are meant to be shared. It's what they're for." And if Dean wants to tell Cas a story about unicorns and squirrels he's more than welcome to try.

Aw, shit. Backfire. What if he tells him and Cas is into it? And let's be real -- he probably is into it. In fact, Dean'd been more sure of Cas being into it than Meg even before they got here. And now she "loves" him and he has starry eyes for her thorns and it's going to end in pain for him. Or Dean. Probably Dean. Either way, doesn't matter, he doesn't want that. He saw Cas first anyway; what's she doing, trying to hone in on his angel?

He's caught and his face shows it. Double crap.

"You gonna tell him?"

"Oh yeah, course. I'm going to waltz up to Cas - an angel warrior of the Lord, I might add - and tell him all the ways he makes me all tingly and squishy inside when he's near me. And then we'll skip off into the sunset together to bake cupcakes with sprinkles on and hug puppies." Just in case he misses that oozing sarcasm, the answer to that question is a great, big, fat no.

"Besides, he was your boyfriend first. Wouldn't want to get in the way of those awkward trainwreck feelings."

Cas is an angel warrior of the Lord, yeah, but he's not that warrior-y towards her, and though Cas would probably be too awkward to know what to do with himself, he doesn't think Cas would be, like, offended or grossed out. Honestly, it makes Dean think of that one time the android on that starship show got a girlfriend and kept calculating the right pressure to kiss her with without crushing her mouth. That would be Cas.

Her saying he was Dean's boyfriend first now is not good timing. He'd actually been doing an okay job of not thinking about what trickster!him did to Cas, how upset he'd been that Cas didn't want to jump his bones, semi-disturbing things like that. And now that he's facing the fact that he's jealous and uncomfortable that Meg loves him too?

...did he just think too?

Moving on, it's just a weird time to be in Dean's head.

"There's nothing -- He's not -- Whatever. I don't care." Convincing, isn't he? He rubs his hand over his neck and scowls to himself, turning away from him. "Do what you want."

Oh man. If the Winchesters ever see a therapist then the therapist will need a therapist to recover. Talk about emotional baggage. And denial. So, so much denial. Shame Dean has that pretty little tattoo on his chest. Meg would just love to get inside him and poke around at that car crash of feelings.

She arches a brow at him. "Do what I want? Is that an invitation? Maybe I'll just take the angel for a trip downstairs. He can sit at my right hand as my Prince. You gotta admit bad looks so good on him..."

He rolls his eyes so hard it hurts.

"Yeah, awesome. I really love that bonkers gibberish of his." Being bad breaks Cas, and he'd be snappier if he didn't think she was mostly kidding, even if there's some truth in that. Anyway, what's she going to do? Tell the people holding them here that she's gotta run out for some Hell-fried chicken and she's bringing the angel with her?

"You looking to make any other personal revelations to me? Are you a bed-wetter?"

He would look damn good downstairs though. Fire and rage reflect so well in those pretty blue eyes. He could be her prince. But the other angels would likely smite her, or Dean would stab before she could get her little unicorn anywhere near Hell. Shame.

Besides, he is beautiful just the way he is.

"Why don't you spend the night sometime and find out for yourself..."

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