I get up in the morning to the beat of the drum

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Who: Castiel and Meg
Where: Their house
When: Shortly after his last video
What: Canoodling
Warnings: -

Castiel had fallen asleep to Dean reading and woken up feeling groggy and weak, but at least he knew that what power he had was going into healing his vessel.

He gets up and goes into the bathroom to shift the bandages around on the now-healing arm before going to Meg's room to see if she's back yet. Having Dean there had been pleasant and necessary, but he wants both of them there and he doesn't want Meg... giving them so much space all the time just because she thinks they want it.

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[foundacause]

Meg isn't in her room. She hasn't been back in awhile. She does, however, appear behind him with the promised bottle of alcohol in hand. "Taken to snooping around women's bedrooms, Clarence?"

She shoots him a smirk, while giving him the once over. Mostly to act sassy, but also so she can assess the damage without looking too concerned... Okay, mostly the second one. "Aren't you supposed to be resting?"

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"I was sleeping." He turns to smile at her. "And I wasn't snooping around women's bedrooms. Only yours."

He eyes the bottle in her hand. "I'm not entirely sure that my... tolerance is what it usually is."

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Damn it. Every freakin' time he smiles at her, her stomach decided to do backflips. She is not some virgin little teen on her first date. Yet she couldn't help but smile back. "I'll be sure to fetch a bowl if you start drunk puking everywhere."

She casts another glance at the bandages. "How's the injury? Healing?"

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"It seems to be." He walks into her room without waiting for permission and settles on the edge of her bed.

She's concerned and he won't point out that he notices it. He remembers what it was like to be so lost in his own head. She'd been there, taking care of him in her way and he knows that she'd do it again. It doesn't matter what Gabriel thinks. He knows that he and Meg are on the same side.

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She follows him in and sets the bottle down on the bed beside him, casts off her jacket, slinging it onto the nearby chair before joining him on the bed. The other angels, the Winchesters and any other doubters can go take a leap off a cliff for all she cared. She has found her cause and she plans to serve it for as long as she can.

"That's good. A one armed angel is only half as terrifying as a two armed angel." Even if she knows he could still easily kill her if he wished whether he had both arms, one arm or no arms.

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Of course, he knows that he isn't frightening to her at all, nor should he be. She's someone worth defending in his book and he would happily take on any pain in her place. He knows she would do the same, even if she wouldn't admit it.

He turns to smile at her.

"You're going to have to open it for me."

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"Typical guy. Lose one teeny tiny limb and need someone to do everything for you." She's teasing, naturally. With a playful roll of her eyes she opens the bottle, takes a healthy swig from it and hands it to him.

"You need me to plump the pillows or change the bandages while I'm at it? Maybe I could get a group of seven virgin priestesses to fan you with palm leaves..."

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"I'm doubting your ability to find seven virgins in this town." He grins at her and takes a long drink.

He feels at ease after his nap with Dean. Honestly, being around Meg and Dean is the closest he can feel to home here. He's not even sure what home is anymore, even back where they came from. A 1976 Impala?

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"Good point. I could find you seven whores instead, if you prefer? Maybe if you ask nicely I'll even fan you myself."

Leaning in she ran her fingertips along the shell of his ear lightly. Moments later she places a soft kiss against his temple. Home? That one's easy for her. Home is wherever he is. Even if that meant having to share him with Dean.

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He closes his eyes, letting out a slow breath as she touches his ear. It tickles, but there's something oddly intimate about it, too, and the kiss only cements that.

"I would very much prefer you."

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"Find me some palm leaves and I'll see what I can do." Intimate? She can do intimate. And maybe he brings out some kind of sappiness in her that she really tries not to think about. She does end up draping her arms over his shoulders though, nuzzling his cheek with her nose.

"So did you and Deano have fun?" Blood and pain aside.

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He hums quietly. "It was nice."

A small smile begins to overtake his face, crinkling the skin around his eyes, and he turns into that touch, nose brushing Meg's and even if neither of them really need to breath, he's still reminded that they do and that they're breathing the same air. He likes having her in his space, the same as he likes having Dean there.

There's comfort in that closeness. Comfort and... interest.

He opens his eyes, searching hers out.

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His eyes are so blue. It's like looking up at the brightest, clearest day and enjoying all the things on this Earth that are still good and pure. She idly wonders if the blue is simply from his very handsome vessel, or whether it's his Grace shining through. She's kissed other angels, certainly, but she can't say she's really looked into their eyes the way she's looking into Castiel's and losing herself.

She swallows hard. She may not need to breathe, but he still manages to take her breath away. Every time he looks at her she feels so exposed. She already knows he can see her trueform and the fact that hasn't sent him running is one thing, but she feels like he can see inside her and see her every little secret. It terrifies her and it excites her.

Tilting her head just slightly she claims his lips with her own. But it's not a forceful kiss, she isn't trying to dominate him. In fact it's almost chaste.

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It's easy to let his eyes slip closed. The kiss is soft, but not without its hold on him. This is Meg, who took care of him when he couldn't care for himself, who risked her life for him more than once and who fights her own nature simply to be where she is. With him.

He kisses back with warm affection and rests his good hand on her knee gently.

Meg is special and he treasures the fact that he's the one she chose, but he thinks she always must have had it in her to fight what being a demon does to a person. It's not about her affection for him, though he does appreciate that. It's about her capacity to care.

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Could she have brought herself to care for anyone before he walked into her life? It's debatable. She has so much blood on her hands and until he turned her whole world upside down she had delighted in torturing and killing. It thrilled her in ways nothing else could. Of course, falling for the dumb featherbutt had never been in her plans. She had only ever planned to get him back up to maximum power, use him as a weapon and cast him aside. Yeah. Right. Because that plan worked out so well for her.

Oh well. Loving the stupid angel is a great back-up plan. The Winchesters had ripped up the rule book when they stopped the Apocalypse. Who's to say a demon can't love an angel in this new world?

She kisses him firmer, bringing her hand to rest at the base of his skull.

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After everything Castiel has seen, everything he's done, he wants to believe in the capacity for good that the world has. That doesn't usually extend to demons, because he knows exactly what Crowley is capable of and it's not good.

Meg, though... He's not so naive as to think she stayed with him out of the goodness of her heart at first, but that doesn't change the fact that she stayed and she changed and now they have each other.

He pulls back, smiling and keeping their noses touching.

For a creature who thinks herself so dark, Meg brings a great warmth with her, even if he's the only one who really sees it.

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She nudges his nose with her own before shifting to lay her head on his shoulder. She likes these moments when it's just the two of them (or three) shut off from the rest of the world and not having to worry about all the crap outside. Angels, demons, the Apocalypse, Crowley, bastard kidnapper scientists.

Cape Kore would definitely be a pretty crappy place without him here.

In her next move she takes hold of is good hand in a very undemonic way and laces their fingers together.

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Castiel rests his head against hers, letting himself relax again.

This is different, but it's just as nice as Dean reading to him. It's a calm place to rest between all the things that keep getting thrown his way.

"I'm glad you're here, Meg." He squeezes her hand. Back home, she's dead and he tries not to let himself think about that too much.

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"Yeah. Me too, Feathers." Meg tries not to think on the whole about to be dead back home thing either. It's kind of depressing. And it makes her worry about who's going to take care of her angel when shit hits the fan. Although maybe her position back home is what is making her more willing to accept whatever this thing is between Dean, Cas and herself.

"You know... when Crowley had me captive all that time - I prayed to you. Every day."

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"I know." It's something that's weighed heavily on his heart. "I heard you, but I wasn't in control. I couldn't answer and sometimes I couldn't even hear all of it."

Naomi's doing, he assumes, but he'd heard her as soon as he'd found himself back on Earth. In Purgatory, he'd heard only Dean, but back on Earth, he'd been forced to ignore them both.

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She tilts her head just a little to kiss his neck, shifting more to trail her kisses along his throat where he had been leaking Grace when they all came back looking worse for wear.

She kisses along his jaw and finally back to his lips. She likes the kissing. How many other demons can say they have their very own angel to kiss?

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He smiles against her lips, kissing back slowly. The physicality of affection is something he's starting to understand more and more. With time, he's started to figure out what feels nice, what feels warm an affectionate and how to express what he's feeling without using cumbersome words.

For now, he's content to simply do this and show her that he cares and that she's not alone. She won't be for as long as he's here.

[foundacause]

She's more than willing to practise with him and help him learn more as he goes along. But really he seems to be learning just fine already. And hey, the slow, gentle kisses are nice - and her spine appreciates not being slammed into the nearest wall - not that it isn't fun on occasion.

She's glad he's here with her.