She watched as the younger of the two Winchesters hurried inside of the warehouse they had been defending, ready to aid his brother Dean and the angel Castiel. Meg knew this fight could turn ugly; and she knew that it would most likely be her head on the platter. But somehow, despite her dark …show more content…
Your stone is long gone.” Meg stabbed Crowley with her blade, briefly taking him by surprise, but she only managed to nick his shoulder. The king grimaced in pain and for a split second, Meg wasn’t so sure that this fight had to be a suicide mission. Maybe she could walk away from this alive. Maybe she could see her Clarence one last time. But even if she couldn’t, that was okay because you knew he was safe – or as safe as he could be- and that he had the angel tablet. If Cas was okay, Meg was okay, whether she was dead or not. Suddenly, she was hit with an intense pain screeching through her stomach, before feeling her head hit the cold pavement beneath her, or at least she thought she did, though she was beginning to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She closed her eyes and opened them again Castiel. She imagined his face, warm and kind Castiel. His eyes as blue as the ocean Castiel. She thought of his voice, his hair, his lips, his dumb trench coat Castiel. He was her pizza man. Her Clarence. Her unicorn. Her angel. HER CASTIEL. He was her last thought, before the world turned as black as her eyes and her heart felt as light as his