Day 7 - Divide
Title: These Blurred Lines
Author: agirlnamedtruth
Prompt #: 07 - Divide
Prompt table: D
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Character/Pairing: Castiel/Meg
Genre: Character Study/Missing Scene
Word count: 257
Disclamer: Not my sandbox, I just like to play in it.
Summary: Meg waits on her rescuer. (Spoilers for 8x17)
Meg could see the light burning from under the door. She only knew one flavour of creature that could light up a room like a fucking Christmas tree and there was only one particular one of those that would waste their time rescuing her sorry ass. Her Clarence.
The door was pulled open and she had a line ready but it wasn’t him that greeted her with a surprised look. It was dumb and dumber. At least they got the Storm Trooper reference better than Cas would have but she couldn’t deny it stung, no matter how well she could hide her disappointment.
She could feel him, not too far away but not quite close enough for her liking. Perhaps he’d had his brain short circuited again since she’d last seen him. Maybe wouldn’t follow her around like a kitten anymore. Half of her hoped he had, it had become too easy towards the end. She missed the days of good cop, bad cop. Back when she only cared about making it out alive and he only cared about Heaven’s orders. Back when there was a divide, not all these blurry lines she couldn’t keep track off.
“Where is he then?” She asked finally. “I could feel the righteous fury from here, it set me all a-tingle.”
Dean rolled his eyes and pushed the door further open, revealing Castiel, shirt and tie and trenchcoat and all. Not the cuckoo edition then, Meg thought to herself with the barest hint of a real smile.
“Hello, Clarence. Remember me?”
Author: agirlnamedtruth
Prompt #: 07 - Divide
Prompt table: D
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13
Character/Pairing: Castiel/Meg
Genre: Character Study/Missing Scene
Word count: 257
Disclamer: Not my sandbox, I just like to play in it.
Summary: Meg waits on her rescuer. (Spoilers for 8x17)
Meg could see the light burning from under the door. She only knew one flavour of creature that could light up a room like a fucking Christmas tree and there was only one particular one of those that would waste their time rescuing her sorry ass. Her Clarence.
The door was pulled open and she had a line ready but it wasn’t him that greeted her with a surprised look. It was dumb and dumber. At least they got the Storm Trooper reference better than Cas would have but she couldn’t deny it stung, no matter how well she could hide her disappointment.
She could feel him, not too far away but not quite close enough for her liking. Perhaps he’d had his brain short circuited again since she’d last seen him. Maybe wouldn’t follow her around like a kitten anymore. Half of her hoped he had, it had become too easy towards the end. She missed the days of good cop, bad cop. Back when she only cared about making it out alive and he only cared about Heaven’s orders. Back when there was a divide, not all these blurry lines she couldn’t keep track off.
“Where is he then?” She asked finally. “I could feel the righteous fury from here, it set me all a-tingle.”
Dean rolled his eyes and pushed the door further open, revealing Castiel, shirt and tie and trenchcoat and all. Not the cuckoo edition then, Meg thought to herself with the barest hint of a real smile.
“Hello, Clarence. Remember me?”