A Demon Gave an Angel a Makeover

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

Castiel was wearing a leather jacket and looking more uncomfortable than usual- the coat was much, much shorter than his overcoat, and even shorter than most of the suit jackets he sometimes wore

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[masters_meg]

When Meg saw Castiel, she let out a cat-call whistle.

Smiling, she approached him. Her hands were stuffed in the back pockets of her jeans.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

((Sorry. Motion sickness. :/))

Cas just grimaced at her, though he'd be lying if he said he didn't like her attention. "I don't believe my vessel has ever dressed like this." Jimmy had been a quite serious and devout man, actually very much like Castiel himself.

[masters_meg]

"Lucky for me, you're not Jimmy, then." She said as she closed the distance between them,

Meg looked him up and down.

"Looking good." She complimented.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

"Yes, and Jimmy isn't here." He hadn't been here in Haurvatat at all, though Cas didn't make it known to many people. Actually, he wasn't sure if he had told anyone this information. He didn't know how Dean or Sam would react, for one.

And, he might be telling Meg because he had to wonder about her vessel. He had never known anything about this one- not even a name.

"I think I prefer what I wear at work." Usually it was a loose-fitted linen shirt and pants with sandals (think 2014/future!Castiel- although he is unaware of this, of course).

Cas eyed her carefully after he spoke, then smirked a bit. "But I do see the appeal." Meg, like she so often did, was wearing leather and jeans as well.

[masters_meg]

"You do know you look like a hippy at Woodstock when you're at work, right?" Meg said, unimpressed. "I almost expect you to smell like vegetable oil and weed."

Meg didn't think it was an attractive look. She would slowly train him, she thought.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

If anyone could get close to training Cas to do anything, it would probably be Meg. But, he'd rebel one way or another eventually.

"I don't recall hippies smelling like vegetable oil." He tilted his head as he considered it, clearly indifferent about whether she liked it or not. "You know, I think Balthazar said something similar, only I think he said something about smelling patchouli, though I do think we have some planted in the garden."

[masters_meg]

"Wow." She said. "Hell just might freeze over if I start agreeing with your siblings."

Meg didn't look particularly pleased by the idea.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

"I've come to find that most angels and demons are pretty similar in the end." And that is what one might call character development.

He looked her over, smiling just a bit. "Where are you headed?"

[[I couldn't resist- Cas sent Meg a Valentine's Day present hahaha. ;)]]

[masters_meg]

"Thought I might pick up some Mexican for lunch," She answered casually. "Feeling like some Chimichangas."

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

Cas really did like chimichangas, and he and Deadpool were actually pretty good friends, but going to Anna's workplace with Meg (again) probably wasn't a good idea even if he and Anna were working on becoming friends again.

"I could go get us some." He suggested. "We could eat back at my place, or at The Ribbon?" Anywhere but Las Manantas, basically.

[masters_meg]

Her hands slipped into her pockets and she tilted her head slightly to one side. A playful sort of smile spread across her lips.

"Why not the restaurant?" Meg asked.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

Really, Anna had enough going on for Cas not to want to upset her again. He sighed softly, then smiled at her with a raised brow.

"Why not my apartment? Bernie is harmless, you know."

[masters_meg]

Meg rolled her eyes. She didn't exactly like Bernie. As far as dogs went, she thought he was pretty useless.

"Alright. Fine." She said. "I'll go pick it up and meet you there."

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

He was sort of worried that Meg might run into the redhead and say something, but it was still better than eating at the restaurant. And, it wasn't like he could stop her from talking to Anna. Meg would do what she wanted.

Cas still hadn't come up with a suitable nickname for her. He wasn't very good at that, but she didn't seem to mind too much.

"Okay. I'll see you soon." His smile widened as he leaned in to steal a quick kiss.

[masters_meg]

Meg let him kiss her, but PDA was not really her thing unless it served a particular purpose.

"You get to pick the wine," She said as she turned to head off in the direction of the Mexican restaurant.

[c_a_s_t_i_e_l]

Right, wine. He could do that, and he knew they'd go through lots of it. Cas disappeared with a flutter of wings, purchased some tasty red wines, and then went back to his apartment to clean up a little.

There wasn't much to clean. Since Anna had moved out, Cas was rarely ever there. He went to move Bernie's bed into the doggy crate he sometimes used, then coerced the dachshund into going inside. The dog really didn't like Meg much (not that she came over often- her and Cas usually met up elsewhere), but if he kept him out of the way, Bernie shouldn't get too upset.