Lord, I'm so forlorn

[foundacause]

Who: Meg and Castiel
When: Day 130
Where: Castiel's room
What: The demon wants to see her unicorn.
Warning: Tooth-rotting amounts of fluff.

The more time Meg spends alone, the more she finds her mind wandering off to places she's not comfortable visiting or even acknowledging. She'’s a demon. She's a manifestation of pure evil. Her soul has been twisted and stripped of humanity until there’s nothing left. So why is it that when her thoughts drift to a certain nerdy angel in a trench coat that her vessel's heart decides to do a little skip, jump and dance?

It's pathetic. Demons don't fall in love. They're not capable of love. So why does he turn her entire world upside down? Why is she so willing to die to protect him? Ugh. Can she just kill herself now before she starts vomiting rainbows and handing out puppies?

Her run-in with Crowley in the tunnels only reminds her how short her time left is. She doesn't know how long she'll be here, or how long Castiel with be here. But she knows there is nothing but death waiting for her back home. Her time with Dean only cements that sometimes good things can happen.

She decides to stop wallowing in – whatever the hell she's wallowing in and goes to find her unicorn. She takes a detour to the kitchen to grab a bottle of scotch. Pausing at his door she raps her knuckles against it lightly.

"Cas? You in?"

Comments

[happytobleed]

Castiel hadn't wanted a room and he hadn't asked for it, but it seems that this place isn't sided with him.

He doesn't use the room much, but when his dead brothers and sisters started to show up and tell him--it's not important, but he was thankful to have a place to be alone with the ghosts of his mistakes.

"You don't have to knock."