[Fic] vera (DragonMuse): From Scratch

[downjune]

[ Minor Characters: Meg, Becky Rosen ]

Title: From Scratch
Writer:
Vera
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Meg, Becky Rosen, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Chuck, Nick, Castiel, Sam, Dean (with Meg/Castiel and Becky/Garth)
Rating: R-ish
Warnings, kinks & contents:[Click to read](discussions of and reference to rape and violence)
Length: 12,787
Summary: "If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe." -- Carl Sagan

Reccer's notes: There's been so much great Meg fic and art lately--here's one more juicy morsel! I really love how differently Meg's character can be interpreted from one fan to the next. Many like her just fine with fangs and no moral compass; others like her ambiguities and human moments; and others still see in her the potential for redemption. This fic is of the latter sort. Given the chance to lead a human life, Meg takes it--quirky roommate, 3rd shift job, and all. The author does wonderful things with Becky and Meg's friendship; and also with Nick and Meg. The Winchesters have a bonus cameo, and Castiel is a joy. Highly highly recommended!

[Short excerpt]

Everything faded. She drifted for a heartbeat in darkness and then there was a door. White with a curved ‘9’ on the front. When she tried the knob, it opened into a sunny apartment decorated in whites and greens.

“Oh my God, sorry!” A young woman, her blond hair back in a high ponytail emerged from the hallways. “You must be Meg. I’m Becky.”

“Hello.” Meg said cautiously.

“I thought you were coming at eleven. I mean, Chuck said eleven, but he’s not good with time so it’s not surprising he forgot. Honestly, I was beginning to think he was dead, but then he called me out of the blue to ask a favor.” There were dark circles under Becky’s eyes and a forced rictus of a smile on her face. “Boys, right? Anyway. Let me show you the second bedroom. It’s not much, but the rent is pretty cheap especially with splitting.”

“Right.” Meg followed her down a small hall. There were sigils carved into every doorway. Wards against demons and angels alike. None of them so much as tingled. She trailed her hands over a devil’s trap.

“Chuck said you know all about this stuff, right?” Becky nodded at the markings. “It won’t weird you out?”

“No.” Meg let her hand drop and walked right on by. Mortal then. She took a deep breath and exhaled it. She’d need to do that now. Every second of every hour of every day. Breath and drink and eat and sleep and shit. Lovely.