If You Want a Rainbow, You Have to Put Up With Your Brains on the Pavement
Title: If You Want a Rainbow, You Have Put Up With Your Brains On The Pavement
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Meg
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 221
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own it.
Summary/Prompt: "Supernatural, any angel or demon, funny how fallin' feels like flyin' for a little while" from tigriswolf at comment_fic.
Falling has become one of Meg’s secret passions. Ever since that time the Winchesters pushed her out a window, she’s discovered that there is a blissful moment where it feels like she’s flying. She wonders if this is what it’s like to be an angel, this sense of freedom. The taller the height, the longer the feeling lasts.
So now, whenever she has a spare moment, she finds the tallest building or bridge and jumps off. A lot of times, she even lets the sorry-sack-of-nothing she inhabits see what’s happening so she has the beautiful sounds of screams accompany her thrill ride down. It gives her the warm tinglies just thinking about it.
Sure the landing is a real bitch. And putting her meatsuit back together is no picnic. But a little pain hasn’t ever stopped her before. Please, she was a student of Alistair’s, rough landings are a romp in the park in comparison. It’s what she gets out of it that’s important. And she can’t get enough of that thrill every time she takes that step off into empty air and gravity begins to pull her down. The air whizzing by her as she opens her arms wide to embrace it. So what if there’s a bit of discomfort afterwards. No pain, no gain, baby. That’s the demon way.