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headcanonsandmore · 5 years

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An Evening to Remember

Hi everyone. This is a little AU Romione ficlet that I wrote, after wondering what might have happened if Ron and Harry had never stumbled across Ginny and Dean kissing, and (as a result) Ron never heard the bombshell about Kr*m kissing Hermione, meaning Ron went to Slughorn’s party with Hermione.

Tagging @allaboutromione.

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Give me my demarcation line darnit!

Hermione Granger rubbed her arm nervously.

It was the night of Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, and she was sat waiting in the Gryffindor Common Room, at her usual table. The students sat in the seats around her were eyeing her enviously. This was one of the larger downsides of the so-called “Slug Club”; it caused so much hostility amongst the students. And Hermione wasn’t exactly everyone’s best friend to begin with.

Which you could definitely not say about the figure that had just emerged from the boys dormitory steps.

‘Hi, Hermione.’

Ron Weasley’s eyes twinkled as he approached her, his dark blue robes contrasting beautifully with his freckles.

Hermione’s mouth suddenly felt very dry, and she had to cough before she responded.

‘H-hello, Ron,’ she stammered, flustered. ‘You look… er…’

‘Oh, yeah,’ Ron smiled shyly, indicating his new robes. ‘Got these from Fred and George earlier this year. Makes a nice change from...’

He trailed off. The unspoken mention of the Yule Ball briefly fell like a shadow over them. But Ron coughed loudly, and spoke again, his ears turning pink as he did so.

‘You… you look great, Hermione.’

The bushy-haired witch struggled to contain her smile. She had ordered new dress robes from Madam Malkins a few weeks previously, and was rather pleased with them. She rarely dressed up like this. But she was going to a party with Ron, and she wanted to look nice. Or rather, she wanted him to see her looking nice. Which he was clearly doing now.

‘Th-thank you.’

‘No worries. Shall… shall we get going, then?’

‘Yes. Let’s.’

As the two of them left the common room, Hermione marvelled at how they had managed to get to this point. She had delivered to Ron quite possibly the lamest invitation to a party ever (angrily, in the middle of Herbology class), but he had still accepted.

Granted, his mood hadn’t been great recently, but he had understandably been irritable due to Quidditch. But he had delivered that amazing performance at the last match, and his mood had drastically improved afterwards. Hermione was so proud of him; he was finally seeing how amazing he was. That he shouldn’t assume the worst about his own abilities. Maybe she should have been more understanding about that in the past, but she was going to make up for it now. Clearly, Ron enjoyed her company enough to accept her invitation, and that surely meant something. Maybe he didn’t see her in quite the same way she saw him (she surely couldn’t be that lucky), but what was happening between them certainly wasn’t platonic anymore. Maybe… just maybe… Hermione could hold out some hope.

‘Isn’t Harry going with Luna to this?’

‘O-oh, yes,’ Hermione said, emerging from her own thoughts. ‘I think he’s meeting her in the entrance hall.’

‘It was nice of him. To ask her, I mean.’

‘Yes, I suppose. I just hope she doesn’t go on about crumple-horned snorkacks or whatever they are…’

Ron chuckled, grinning lopsidedly at her.

‘Don’t tell me you still don’t like Luna.’

‘I do!’ Hermione exclaimed. ‘After what happened at the ministry, how could I not? It’s just… well, we’re very different people. She’s a little too open-minded, and I’m…’

‘Close-minded?’

If anyone else had called her that, Hermione would have felt insulted. But this was Ron, and there was no malice to his words. He grinned affectionately down at her, and the two of them exchanged a smile.

‘Well, maybe a little bit,’ Hermione said, trying not to giggle.

‘Yeah, but you do it magnificently.’

‘I try.’

Ron winked at her, causing a pleasant shiver to go up her spine, and she felt her cheeks burn again.

Soon enough, the sounds of party-goers reached their ears, and they arrived at the office of Professor Slughorn, which had been magically expanded to host the party. Hermione was vividly reminded of something from a television show of her childhood, but decided not to mention it, as Ron (having not grown up in the muggle world) didn’t even know what TARDIS stood for.

After squeezing their way through the bustling crowd just inside the door, Ron and Hermione made their way over to a large table covered in food.

Feeling peckish, Hermione filled her plate, and turned to Ron, expecting him to have his mouth full with food already.

However, Ron was instead pouring her a goblet of pumpkin juice. He paused, casting a confused look at Hermione as she goggled at him.

‘What?’

‘You’re… pouring me a drink.’

A slightly hurt expression formed on Ron’s face.

‘I’m not a complete ogre, you know.’

‘N-no! That’s not what I meant!’ Hermione spluttered. ‘I just… I mean… thank you. That’s very sweet of you.’

Ron’s expression relaxed slightly and he passed the goblet over to her. Their fingers touched slightly as he handed it over, making Hermione’s stomach flip.

‘Thanks.’

‘No… no problem,’ Ron mumbled, the tips of his ears going pink.

Why was Ron so flustered? Did he… was it possible he also⸺

‘Ah, Miss Granger!’

Slughorn had joined them, his enormous belly preceding him into view. Hermione swallowed quickly, trying to get over the flusteredness that had just occurred between her and Ron.

‘Hello, Professor. Thank you for the invitation, by the way.’

The potions masters waved his hand airily.

‘It was no problem at all, my dear. Can’t have the best witch in the year kicking her heels back in Gryffindor tower, can we?’

Hermione smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

‘I hope you have a good time this evening. You and… your friend Rupert.’

Hermione bit down hard on her lip to stop herself getting angry. Professor Slughorn had something of an inability to remember Ron’s name, and it annoyed her immensely.

‘This is Ron Weasley, professor.’

‘Ah, Weasley, you say?’ Slughorn cast a half-interested eye over Ron. ‘Relation of Ginny Weasley, I expect. Quidditch talent seemed to run in that family.’

Hermione’s eyes brightened. Finally, she was getting somewhere. Ron was -after all- a brilliant Quidditch player, and⸺

‘Have you ever thought of applying for one of the house teams, Weasley? You never know, Ginny might give you a few pointers.’

A shocked and hurt look appeared on Ron’s face, and Hermione felt an angry rage ignite in her heart.

‘Professor, Ron has been the Gryffindor keeper for the past two years. He helped win the Quidditch Cup for⸺’

‘Did he really? Well, good for you, Rupert.’ Slughorn interrupted, not taking the slightest bit of notice of what Hermione was saying. ‘Miss Granger, I must go; hosting duties wait for no man.’

And with that, Slughorn waddled away towards a large cluster of people nearby.

‘Of all the cheek!’ Hermione exclaimed, angrily glaring after the potions master. ‘How dare he?! I’ve got a good mind to go over there and continue what I was saying⸺’

But at that moment, Ron grabbed Hermione by the hand, quickly leading her away (leaving both their goblets and plates at the table), and pulled her into an alcove that was partially obscured by a curtain.

‘Ron, what are you⸺’

‘McLaggen.’

Peering through the curtain, Hermione could see the brutish face of the wire-haired boy scanning the crowd.

‘I was rather hoping he wouldn’t turn up.’

‘So was I, to be honest. He’s a git.’

‘Language, Ron.’

‘Well, it’s true! I’ve seen the way he stares at girls like they’re pieces of meat. Thinks he’s Merlin’s gift to women. Like he thinks they can’t resist his charm.’

‘Well, then; I’m not sure why he keeps pestering me, then.’

Ron’s head snapped round to look at her.

‘What are you talking about? Last time I checked, you were a girl.’

‘Well, I know that.’ Hermione said. ‘But I’m just me, after all. I’m not a supermodel or anything; just plain old Hermione Granger.’

A curious look came into Ron’s eyes. Almost like he was affronted.

‘What? Where did you get that idea?’

‘Excuse me? You think I should have McLaggen ogling me?’

‘Of course not!’ Ron exclaimed, looking repulsed by the very idea. ‘McLaggen’s a perv. And a creep. What I meant was… well, that doesn’t mean… that you’re just plain old Hermione.’

‘But I am just plain old Hermione.’

‘Not to me.’

Hermione’s mouth promptly fell open.

‘What? You think I’m joking?’ Ron said, looking a little hurt at her reaction. ‘You’re smart, and funny, and kind. And -yes- you can drive me up the wall sometimes but I like that about you. I… I just… I think you’re amazing.’

‘R-really?’

Ron’s face had (by now) turned bright red, but his eyes met hers, full of open, earnest honesty. His usual lopsided smile grinned down at her, and the world around them seemed to disappear.

‘To me? Yeah.’

That did it.

Hermione’s resolve crumbled into a million pieces. Before she knew what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Ron’s neck, and kissed him full on the mouth.

His lips were soft, and sweet against hers, and she could feel the slight stubble on his face as she pressed herself against him.

Hermione felt Ron startle against her, and she began to panic. Had she misunderstood completely? Had she destroyed their friendship? Maybe Ron didn’t want this. Maybe he was just being a good friend when he said those things. What if⸺?

Her brain stopped responding, because (at that moment) Ron pressed his lips firmly against hers, and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted her off her feet. All of her synapses seemed to disengage, replaced by an enormous sense of euphoria. Ron Weasley was kissing her! She’d kissed him, and he was kissing her back! More than that, he was full-on snogging her!

Hermione’s stomach fizzed as she pressed herself tighter to Ron, feeling his heartbeat through his chest. His strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and she could feel his muscles bulging under her touch.

Hermione felt Ron move, so that she was supported against the wall. One of his hands grabbed hold of her thigh, and the other became lost in her hair, which was rapidly coming out of its neat bun. Ron’s lips hungrily roamed her lips, and Hermione felt herself moan softly against him.

The party blurred into oblivion beyond the curtain. There was only the two of them; pressed against each-other in the half-light.

Oh, thank Merlin… Hermione thought, as she continued to cling to the gorgeous ginger boy she loved…. Finally….

Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you liked it!

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cardinalwrites · 7 years

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Lava

Based off this video because I cannot stop laughing

It had started out as a simple enough dare, Dean and Cas would each get a total of 3 tries per person to try and “kill” the other by telling the other that “the floor is lava.” They would then have five seconds before they had to find a way to get off the ground and scream that the floor was lava to any unsuspecting passerby if there were anyway. There was no prize, not really. Dean just really wanted to beat Cas at something, and Cas didn’t mind if he got bragging rights.

Cas had been first, during a walk in the park between their two college classes on campus. “The floor is lava,” he’d casually said. Dean had not understood until he did, and at which point he only had 3 seconds left and nothing that he could use to get off the ground. Nothing, except, for a trashcan just up the trail. He’d made it with one second to spare.

“The floor is lava!” Dean screamed triumphantly, balancing precariously on the poor trashcan below him. He had managed to get into a crouch before the inevitable happened––when Dean went to get down back onto the ground and rejoin Cas he slipped and wound up wedging his butt straight into the trashcan. Castiel wouldn’t let him forget it for a week.

The next turn had been Dean’s, choosing to wait until Cas and he were on a grocery run to enact his plan.

“Hey, Cas,” he called the other’s attention while they were in the toilet paper aisle.

“Hm?”

“The floor is lava.”

Castiel’s face went from recognition to laughter, and then to fear as he twisted his head between the full aisles, unsure of how to get off the ground.

“Five... Four... Three...” Dean goaded, pushing Castiel further into a frenzy. Castiel had only just managed to see a lack of toilet paper on the shelves when he jumped headfirst into the store shelf, toilet paper flying everywhere. He had made it, but not before both Dean and he were promptly kicked out of the store, no groceries in hand. Mary would have their heads, but Dean and Cas would laugh about it for the next month.

Dean had been getting nervous during that month, however, because it had been Castiel’s turn and he had yet to say anything for four entire weeks. He should have known Castiel’s strategy, however. The man was a genius at figuring out his opponent. They had been at the campus Starbucks when it happened.

“Dean,” Castiel tapped the other boy on the shoulder. Dean had thought it was because Castiel wanted to order that ridiculous drink with all the honey in it that he liked, but no. Instead, it was much, much worse. “The floor is lava.”

Dean stared at his best friend, panic setting in quickly. This was a crowded place, and they were just about to place their order.

“Sir, what will you have?” The barista had asked.

“I am so sorry about this,” Dean didn’t give the poor college student another chance to stop him before he was up on the cashier’s desk screaming “THE FLOOR IS LAVA” to half of the university. The fun part was that some of the coffee drinkers joined in. The not-so fun part was the manager politely escorting a very red Dean out, Castiel emerging not too soon after with Dean’s favorite drink and his own honey coma inducing conception.

Dean vowed to make Castiel eat the grin on his face the entire way back to their shared dorm, a plan already in motion.

It would take place the following week, during a time where they were looking through possible carpets for their apartment that they’d be sharing for next year. It was a modest store with a wide selection, one Dean knew they would be in for hours if Castiel had his way. He didn't blame him or anything, he actually found it kind of cute, but like hell Dean would tell Cas that, not while they were still tied and it was his turn.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean motioned for the other to join him at the swatch desk, carpet squares in various colors and textures laid out before him. “They have everything here, it’s crazy. They even have a color called,” he flipped through a few squares, “‘The Floor is Lava’”

“Oh, Dean,” now it was Castiel’s turn to shift again in the store, people not necessarily crowding the place like the coffee shop, but nevertheless not that many places that had an actual place to get off the floor. Carpet rollers were everywhere, and Dean thought he would actually win as he counted down. He should never have underestimated his best friend, however.

Castiel found a way, even if it meant rolling himself between two carpet rollers in the nearest rack to do so, his form disappearing into the back half of the showpiece, laughter being the only indication that he was even there to begin with. Getting him out of there had proved to be an hour-long ordeal, but not one that Dean particularly disliked. Castiel neither. Both boys ended up nearly face first on the ground once Dean had managed to pull Cas out, but if they stayed that way for a little longer than probably was platonically acceptable neither was complaining about it. They each had one shot left to win, and the score was still tied.

Dean thought whatever Cas would pull him through would be easy compared to the last two. Whenever they were at stores seemed like the most likely option to do so, and he had been right. Two weeks later, they had been looking through dog toys and luggage to ship to Sam when Castiel spoke the famous last words. Dean thought he’d gotten a game plan together when they had walked into the store initially, scouting every aisle for a possible landing perch should it come to it. Castiel, of course, must have done the exact same thing, carefully waiting until they were between aisles and out in the open by said dog toys and luggage to carry out his final attempt to best Dean.

“Five, four, three, two, one!” Castiel nearly had him until Dean dove headfirst into the carefully arranged luggage, each one toppling like dominoes. They had been banned from that store, too, but not before Castiel joisted Dean up from the pit of luggage he’d found himself in and never letting go of Dean’s hand until the manager closed the door of the store to them altogether. It was all up to Dean now to end this, and he had to make sure it was a good one.

Three and a half weeks passed then, both roommates nearly done with their finals for the semester and smelling the beginnings of a summer where they could at least tentatively relax. It had been fun, playing the game and trying to best each other, and if it had resulted in a few heart stopping moments for either of them then all the more. Dean knew he had a crush on his roommate, but he didn’t wish to risk it. Losing his best friend was too much.

They had been walking along the beach, a very rare sight to behold in and of itself. But the wind had been calm and it was beginning to look like summer. It had been Dean’s idea to go, but it was for a very specific reason. The beach could have rocks on the shore, sure, but not everywhere. He would win hands down.

“Summer is nearly here. Do you have any plans?” Castiel asked, his feet sinking into the sand beneath him as Dean and he walked side by side, shoulders occasionally brushing against one another.

“Dunno, probably work at the shop or take some online classes. I need to if I want to graduate the same year as you,” Dean responded, his eyes looking for just the right place with no rocks or anything that could help Cas clear the game. There was one such place not too far ahead.

“You and I will graduate at the same, time, Dean,” Castiel spoke as if this was fact that had already happened, a staple of the future.

“Yeah, well, then we’ll have our futures to worry about, you know,” Dean couldn’t help but add, the sand below him seeming to cause him to sink as he fought to walk. They were nearly there, he just had to keep talking. “But we’ll have each other, right?”

“Of course, Dean,” Castiel spoke so resolutely it caused Dean’s heart to skip a beat. “You are not getting rid of me that easily.”

Dean smiled at the thought. He had no intention of doing that any time soon, or ever really. “You know what else we’ll have?”

“What?”

“The floor is lava,” Dean enunciated each word as his eyes fixed on Castiel’s, savoring the recognition that dawned on the other boy’s face.

“Dean, there’s nowhere––”

“Hasn’t stopped you before! Five, four, three, two, on––” Dean thought he would win, even if the prize was nothing itself. He really thought there had been nothing Castiel could jump for to avoid the ground.

He never counted on himself being something that technically fit the criteria.

Dean clamored to maintain his balance as Castiel jumped straight into his arms and put his legs around Dean’s waist, arms encircling Dean’s head as Dean suddenly got a very personal encounter with Castiel’s face. He could feel how fast Castiel’s heart had been beating from the sudden panic, or maybe that was just his own.

“Guess it remained a tie,” Castiel breathed, his eyes searching Dean’s before trailing down to Dean’s lips.

“Y-yeah. I didn’t think of that, of me,” Dean barely whispered, the waves nearly drowning out his words altogether. “Guess we both won?”

Castiel smiled and nodded, though he made no attempt of getting off of Dean. For his part, Dean found he didn’t mind holding Castiel’s weight the way he was. It felt welcome. It felt right.

“Cas, I need to tell you something,” Dean began. This felt too right to be left as a question. “Even after we graduate and get jobs and be adults and have lives, I need to tell you that I––”

Castiel silenced him by closing the distance between them. Dean barely had time to register what had happened before he found his legs give out from under him and both of them cascade onto the sand beneath, Castiel now on top of him. Despite that, however, they did not break the kiss until what felt like hours later.

“Dean?” Castiel searched the other boy’s green eyes, happiness etched into every one of his features.

“Y-yeah?” Dean smiled right back, everything now being opened up to him. This was what he wanted, this was the future he dreamt of but never dared ask about before.

“We just fell in lava.”

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drades-lair · 7 years

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Virus

Author: Drade666

Rating: T

Warnings: Slight gore

Pairings: Megstiel

Fandom: Supernatural

Meg could barely see straight anymore as her knees shook Meg struggled towards the bunkers heavy metal door. Meg grabbed for the bunkers wall, the stone digging into the palm of her hand as she used the rough surface for leverage and rapped on the metal door with her other hands knuckles hoping that someone was home. Meg hung her head as her breath came in short bursts she could feel the sweat trickling down her face from her temples, watching as the droplets hit the cement beneath her feet. Meg could hear the heavy metal door starting to open causing her to raise her head using all the strength she had left only to see two blue eyes staring at her.

"Meg?" Cas' familiar gravel like voice asked in that tone that suggested he was confused

"Hey...Clarence" Meg strained as she tried to focus on the angel

"What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Cas asked

"Do I look alright genius” Meg thought as she watched the angel's face twist into that usual confused expression he got. Meg moaned as her head throbbed causing the demoness's hand to come up gripping her temple and her legs were slowly giving out again until they finally just gave way sending her shoulder first in to the wall then sliding towards the ground. Cas gasped then lunged forwards grabbing Meg by the upper arms to steady her as well as keep her up right, his eyes scanning over her in an attempt to figure out what was wrong with the brunette.

"What's wrong with you?" Cas finally asked after being unable to see any signs of physical injury nor could he really sense any internal injuries. Cas furrowed his brow as the heat radiated off of Meg's body causing him to lift a hand to her forehead.

"Your running a fever" Cas concluded

"Thanks...captain obvious, I...don't know...what's going on but...ugh!" Meg smirked momentarily before collapsing into Cas' arms.

"MEG!" Cas cried out as he caught her easily, looking her over once before scooping her up in to his arms bridal style to carry her into the bunker. Cas took Meg into the infirmary in the back being extremely tender as he laid her on the table gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face realizing now that it was flushed, her bangs sticking to her sweat soaked forehead. Cas waved a hand to create a damp cloth that he gingerly pressed to Meg's forehead watching as the Demoness shifted her head slowly from side to side letting out small moans.

"Stay with me Meg" Cas encouraged softly but he wasn't sure what to really do, Sam and Dean are on a hunt not set to return for a few weeks same with Drade and Gabriel meaning if he needed help he'd have to look else where. Cas stayed by Meg's side, stripping her of the jacket she'd been wearing followed by her socks and shoes in an attempt to make her more comfortable while he waited for his call to be answered.

"Hello little brother” Cas spun around after hearing Lucifer’s smooth familiar tone behind him. Lucifer was leaning up against the doorframe to the infirmary with his arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankles.

"Lucifer, please...I need your help" Cas pleaded as his eyes softened

"I gathered that when you called me...Meg?" Lucifer caught sight of the brunette demon lying behind Cas on the table. Lucifer swiftly uncrossed his arms and legs as he pushed off the doorframe to walk over to Cas then gingerly brushing past him to stand next to Meg who was moaning lightly as sweat poured down her face.

"Lucifer, she showed up here like...that, I don't know what's wrong,” Cas explained as his voice broke slightly, coming up to stand next to Meg. Lucifer placed his one hand lightly on Meg's forehead while gently grabbing Meg's hand closest to him with the other.

"She seems to be suffering from some demonic illness...has she had any contact with the croatoan virus lately?" Lucifer asked furrowing his brow as he looked over Meg

"I don't know, she hasn't been around here lately" Cas explained looking back over Meg as well

"Meg... Meg, please...wake up..." Lucifer urged the Demoness by gently tapping her cheek with his cool hand. Meg moaned then managed to force her eyes open staring up groggily at Lucifer's face while panting heavily.

"Father...father...I..." Meg rasped out

"Hush, my dear just answer yes or no, have you been in contact with the croatoan virus recently?" Lucifer asked her.

"Ye-yes," Meg rasped out again as her body shuttered

"Alright, just relax...Cas, get these ingredients and hurry" Lucifer insisted as he handed Cas a piece of paper with writing on it. Cas nodded as he accepted the paper from Lucifer then took off to find the items with a flutter of his wings while Lucifer stayed by Meg who had passed out again.

(~)

Cas made his trip quick gathering everything with in an hour before returning to find that Lucifer hand stripped Meg of her heavy, uncomfortable clothing in favor of a light hospital type gown. Cas made his way over to the counter behind the table Meg was lying on to place the objects he’d collected on it’s surface for Lucifer to see. The archangel set to work immediately placing the ingredients in to a bowl while Cas moved to Meg’s side, placing a cool damp cloth on her forehead in a weak attempt to lower her fever only to notice she now had what looked like a slight rash on her collarbone.

“What is wrong with her?” Cas asked with extreme concern in his voice

“The demonic virus created by pestilence known as the croatoan virus was made to turn humans into mindless, flesh eating zombies but there was a side effect that could compromise some demons as well. I obviously wanted him to create a pure strand that would not do that however no matter how much he tried, pestilence couldn’t fix it for all demons.” Lucifer explained as he gingerly mixed the ingredients together.

“And Meg is one of them?” Cas asked looking to Lucifer whom had his back still turned to him. Lucifer craned his neck to look over his shoulder at Cas with a sorrowful nod of confirmation.

“I told her to be cautious but, well…you know Meg” Lucifer continued as he turned back to his work with the ingredients, muttering in enochian now. Once the spell was complete Lucifer reached to the left of him opening a drawer under the counter to pull out a syringe that he filled with the substance in the bowl before turning and moving over to the table where Meg was fading fast. Lucifer took Meg’s arm firmly in hand, flipping it over then pressing the needle into the veins in her wrist while injecting the substance.

“Will this help her?” Cas asked knowing full well how obvious the question was

“Yes, I created a cure just in case although it doesn’t work on humans it works on demons specifically” Lucifer informed Cas as he pulled the needle from Meg’s wrist.

Cas looked down at Meg’s unconscious form with his brow firmly seated in a concerned manner while bringing his hand up to cup her pale cheek. Cas stayed right next to Meg for the next few hours until she started to stir then moan as her eyes fluttered open to look up over at Cas who was sitting on a chair next to the table.

“Well if this isn’t a role reversal” Meg rasped out in a hoarse tone

“Consider it returned payment” Cas joked with a soft smile

“Well aren’t you a ball of butter” Meg retorted

“Do you need anything?” Cas asked after huffing a laugh

“A drink would be nice” Meg stated with a small smile

“I don’t have any alcohol but some water might suffice” Cas informed her as he stood from his chair to go to the sink next to the counter behind the table Meg was still lying on.

“Guess it’ll have to” Meg agreed with a slight giggle as she heard Cas begin running the water

Cas filled a glass with the clear liquid then moved back over to Meg’s side sliding an arm under her even as Meg was already trying to sit up. Cas helped Meg sit up then handed the glass to her only holding it slightly to assist the Demoness in drinking before taking it from her then lying her back down.

“You need to rest” Cas insisted setting the glass on the counter behind him

“Thanks Clarence but I plan on leaving before dumb and dumber come back” Meg winced

“Cas is right, my child…you need rest” Lucifer insisted drawing the angel and demon’s attention to him in the doorway.

“Father…I…” Meg began before Lucifer held his index finger up to his lips to shush her

“Hush, Sam and Dean won’t be back for days meaning you’ve got lots of time to recover” Lucifer insisted moving towards Meg until he was standing next to Cas.

“Um…yeah…alright” Meg agreed as she looked up at both angels

(~)

2 days later…

Cas was sitting in the men of letters living area reading a book written in Latin trying to figure out some lore for the boys when he heard footsteps. Cas immediately spun his head in the direction of the steps cause he knew that Lucifer had left a few hours ago to deal with some issues to do with his own personal demons and what Cas saw was Meg standing in the doorway to the living area, fully dressed with her usual confidence about her.

“Relax tree topper, it’s just me” Meg said smoothly with her arms crossed over her chest

“Meg! How are you feeling?” Cas asked immediately standing up and making his way over to her

“Aw! How sweet are you Clarence? I’m feeling much better Cas” Meg cooed as she uncrossed her arms then brushed the back of her knuckles over Cas’ cheek.

“I’m glad…relieved and glad” Cas huffed out a relieved sigh

“Sorry for worrying you so much I…” Meg began before Cas kissed her promptly shutting her up and she couldn’t help but return the gesture.

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