He manages to crack open this box as well. “An explanation would be nice, thank you.” He pulls the artifact from that box, looking it over before setting it down and moving on. “I apologize for my lack of desire to, as you say, ‘live on the edge.’ I just have no use for these things.” From the next box he pulls an intricate looking angel weapon, which he pauses to stare at.
"Well, I will not be explaining anything to you, so deal with it." Meg said, smiling over at the other before she played with the trinket that was in the first box. She couldn’t help but wonder what it’s purpose was. She looked over at the angel and tilted her head slightly when she saw the weapon. "What do you have there, Clarence?"
"… I thought your nickname for me was Clarence. I understand neither reference." he mumbles as she holds the box out to him again. "I have no use for gifts, Meg. I want no part of defacing, destroying, moving, or even handling my brothers things beyond opening the boxes for you." He opens the lid and hands the artifact back to her. "Please. The items have done you more good than they will ever do me." He places it in her hand before moving to another warded box.
"You angels are too goody goody. I’ll explain both to you later, alright?" Meg asked, rolling her eyes when Cas handed her the artifact. She placed it down on the table next to her before putting her hands on her hips and she frowned. "You are no fun. Seriously. Come on, Cas. Live on the edge a little, damnit."
I CAN NOT GET OVER THIS
how does 6 seconds have such a drastic plot twist
"I know you don’t give a damn about other people, or about why we need Cas’ help, about why he’s so important to everyone right now. That’s not why I’m telling you that, I don’t expect you to roll over and say okay just because I say we need him. I’m telling you that so you understand why I say this. No. I’m not going to help you find him. I know where he is, and I’m not telling you. You can look all you want, but I’m doing what I can to keep him safe without you.”
That was all she needed to hear. The demon smiled and put her hands up, almost in surrender. She took a few steps back, but that’s when her smile became a dark smirk. She quickly outstretched a hand, using her demon mojo to fling Sam against a wall. She walked up towards him, leaning into his personal space. “I really didn’t want to do this, Sam, but I’m not taking no for an answer. Understood?”
"Other than that sweet red ride, not really," Eisley said. "You take hitchhikers?"
"Hitchhikers? I don’t see why not. But you know, that can be very dangerous. You never know you could be riding with."
Castiel’s eyebrows raised up at the sight of the scattered boxes and artifacts. “Wow. This is a lot…” He picked one up gently, inspecting it for any signs of curses or anything of that nature. Upon finding none, he put it down. “Did you call me ‘Feathers?’” He glanced over at her as he picked up a warded box. He was smiling softly, but when he turned his attention to the square box in his hands, his brows furrowed in concentration, breaking through the warding fairly quickly. “Here, Meg.” He held the now-open box out to her, eyes scanning for another one.
"Yeah, I called you ‘Feathers’. Got a problem with that?" Meg asked, watching closely as the angel handled the box. When he handed it to her, as much as she wanted to open it herself, she shook her head and held it back out for Cas to take it. "Now, you get to open it. You need to have some fun too. Trust me, you’ll like it. It’s like getting a whole bunch of presents."
Cas smiled happy to have gotten his way, shifting under the thin blankets and pulling her to him slightly as he laid there comfortably. “Yes.” he stated, peeking his eyes open at her before smiling through a laugh and shutting them again. “I’d like that.”
"Can we go other places too?"
At the question, Meg blinked a few times and sighed. “Clarence, I…. You know it’s still dangerous out there…. But, if you want, we can go other places. We just need to be careful. I honestly don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” Meg nuzzled the other and rested her hands against his chest. “Don’t make me go through that, Cas.”
He didn’t miss the eye roll, and he braced himself for some kind of ‘enough with the chick flick moments’ scoldings that Dean usually gave him, but he let out a light breath of relief when she laughed.
"You are right. Lucifer did come to enjoy keeping materialistic valuables close to himself. There are probably some treasures worth great value, even some priceless artifacts perhaps… I suppose I wouldn’t mind helping you past the wardings." He shrugs, figuring his brother wouldn’t do too much to harm another angel with the wardings on his treasure boxes.
"I found a couple "priceless" artifacts. Trust me, I put a price on them. I have quite a large bank account now. Took it under my meatsuit’s name. So, I am nice and hidden from other things. And thanks for helping me through the boxes. Like I said, I went through all the ones that weren’t warded against demons. They were alright I guess."
Meg walked further into the crypt, bringing Castiel to where all the treasures were. Some were still in sealed boxes, some thrown unceremoniously on the floor, others propped up against each other. Meg smiled and pointed around to the boxed still sealed. “There you are, Feathers. It’s like Christmas.”
Silas’ hand finally slowed and he pulled both his cock and his fingers out of her. Turning around, he jumped up onto the hood himself, laying back on the car next to her, the lower half of his body still shamelessly uncovered. “Well, that was a fun little workout now wasn’t it?” He said in between pants of pleasure, his chest rising and falling, his skin tingling with a pleasurable electricity.
Meg let out a laugh and nodded slightly. “Yeah… It was… We should think about doing it again sometime” Meg said with a smile, looking towards the other before she stretched slightly, her arms over her head.
As she hopped out the car, Dean took a step back. They may have been on friendly term last time they met, but in Dean’s experience Meg could change sides faster than he could spot a pie in a café.
"Usual." He said with a shrug. "Just finished up getting rid of some demon that was causing trouble." He told her, pulling out Ruby’s old demon-killing knife and hoping she got the warning to not try harming him because he was fully armed and still pumped with adrenaline so ready for a fight. "Does Cas know you’re here?" He asked her, flipping the knife over and slotting it back in the holster he had at his jeans waistband, but keeping his hand on the handle, feeling a lot safer with the wood resting in his palm. "I’d tell him myself but I’d rather not go against the angel wrath. He was pretty cut up when we had to tell him you were no more. Hate to see how he’d react if he thought I’d been lying." He told her, relaxing a little, guessing if she was going to kill him, she would have done so already.
Meg rose an eyebrow at the hunter when he brought out the knife. Did he truly think she would hurt him? Sure, it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility, but after all, she served a cause now. Dean’s cause.
"Clarence? No, the little tree topper doesn’t know anything. But a demon was here? He was probably on my trail. Thanks for getting rid of him, Dean-o." THe demon smiled and leaned back against the car. "Listen, let’s not tell Cas I’m up and around, alright? I plan on staying hidden, and truth be told, I didn’t even want to be seen by you. But, since you have, I got a question. Why haven’t you finished the trials yet? Last I heard you were almost done. DOn’t get me wrong, I don’t want to be stuck in Hell, but locking Crowley down there isn’t a bad idea."
"So long as you are safe inside of this home, then of course it won’t." He probably sounded sappy and dumb, at least Dean would probably say he did, and Meg probably would scold him for it too, if she was paying enough attention to what he was saying.
He could see past the glow of her torch, down the dark corridor, cracked walls and grimy floors. “Is it really smart to be going through those things, if they belong to Lucifer? Any one of them could be cursed.” He mumbled.
"Meg couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the other’s words. She wasn’t going to yell at him for it, but she would never say those things herself. When he asked if it was smart, that’s when she laughed.
"Smart? Probably not. But I’m curious as hell about all of them. They must be something good about them if Lucifer kept them around, you know?"
He was tempted to do the exact opposite, to slow down and make her wait, but he was too close himself to muster the willpower to do it. His thrust became wild and erratic as he neared his release, his hand practically vibrating at the speed it was roughly pumping into her. The muscles in his abdomen tensed and he slammed in deep, releasing his load hard inside her ass, thick spurts of cum filling her tight hole. His hand had a mind of it’s own own at this point as the adrenaline rush follow by an incredibly intense pleasure flooded his body, continuing to stimulate her long after his hips stopped moving.
Soft, breathy moans fell past the demon’s lips, the feeling of the other’s body moving against hers sending goosebumps over her meatsuit. She couldn’t really help it, but she had been hiding so long, she hadn’t been able to do things like this very much. When the other came inside her, it was enough to push Meg over the edge, and the added stimulation sent waves and waves of pleasure surging through her body.
"Oh Little miss sunshine they already know that or do you think they are so stupid that they would nto assume someone is pissed at them after they pushed him into the cage?…i dont have any use for unloyal companions and i´m willing to also kill you and your dogs when you turn against me"
"Don’t kill them. The hounds. Just… Don’t. I won’t get in your way. I can just leave right now, go back to my hiding place, and stay there. You won’t ever have to see me ever again." Meg would rather get away from him now. Once he was gone she would find the Winchesters. Hey, working with them was her best option now.