Evil is a State of Mind, Meg, her vessel, Cas, Dean, Gen, #3 Contrasts
Title: Evil is a State of Mind
Author: falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Meg, her vessel, Castiel, Dean
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #24 Evil
Dominos Table
Summary: Sometimes, good deeds don't go unnoticed.
Evil is a state of mind.
-Meg? Are you okay?- Kara was scared. Her 'voice' quivered and shook. She couldn't feel much, Meg spared her the pain, but Kara knew that if Meg left her now, she'd be dead (those boys had hit her with a truck!). The idea didn't stay with her long though, because Kara didn't think that Meg would leave her. Not after the long weeks of running. They'd been together for quite some time now, and Meg had even admitted that she liked the girl.
Meg took a deep shuddering breath, and said out loud, "No, Kara...I'm not okay. I don't think we'll be getting out of this one, sweetie." The demon'd been tied to a chair, the devil's trap etched into the ceiling. Dean and Sam caught up with her. They were angry. Really, really angry. The brothers didn't seem to know that she'd been on the run, that she'd let Castiel go.
Dean wandered into the room, eyes full of hate. "Who're you talkin' to?" he asked, having heard her voice, but not the specifics. His broad shoulders and build sparked a bit of desire in Kara, though she realized that it was mostly this brother, Dean, who had caused the most pain to Meg. The taller, lanky brother, Sam had stayed away, having made a face at all the blood before he left.
"No one, Dean." Meg spat at him, defensively. Kara coiled deeper into her chest and tried to make herself small, like that look was going to rip her out of Meg by virtue of anger. The older Winchester brother stepped forward and poured holy water down her face, making Meg scream and writhe on the chair. Her skin was smoking. Kara tried to take some of the pain from Meg, but the demoness was stubbornly taking all of it on herself. She was so hard headed.
"WHO, bitch?" Dean's voice was quiet, but slithered with malice. His voice made Meg smile a little. He was always going to end up in Hell. He was made for torturing other people. Made for doing evil things. Both of the brothers were. Sammy was made for it, bred for it, grown to drink off of demons and revel in the dark powers, made to be Lucifer's vessel. Dean had already sold his soul once, and was damned anyway you sliced it.
"No one, Winchester." Meg said again, getting more holy water as a result. Kara tried to comfort her house guest, -I've got you, I've got you.- a soothing litany of soft spoken words in her head. Dean grabbed some salt and pressed it to her skin, causing it to blister and smoke worse than the water had done. He was still pressing salt into open wounds when the angel arrived.
"Dean, stop this." Meg looked to Castiel and winced, his light was so bright. It was like looking into a reflection of the sun on a clear summer day. He moved forward and stepped between Meg and Dean. Dean was forced to step back simply due to the laws of physics. He glared at Cas, but stepped back out of the trap. Cas followed him and they left the room.
-Is that the angel you let go?- Kara asked, seeing him as Meg did. "Mm. Yeah." Meg replied to herself. She could hear vague yelling outside the room, but she paid no attention to that, but to trying to shake the salt off of her skin. Perhaps to getting out of this devil's trap. She might be able to break it if she focused enough on the plank in the ceiling, but she bet the boys had expected that.
She could hear the yelling in the other room coming closer. That didn't bode well. Meg managed to get the salt off of her, but was unable to break the trap on the ceiling before Dean came back in, Castiel not too far behind him. "Dean, she let me go." Meg's eyes fell to the knife...that special, rune inscribed blade, and widened. Winchester looked like he meant business with that knife.
"No! Please...don't kill her!" Kara pleaded, sheer determination forcing her to the surface as Meg recoiled from seeing that knife. Both of the males looked at the demon strangely, Cas with his head tilted to one side. "Please! Meg's not that bad!" Kara struggled against the bonds a little, trying to move her hands. "She's been really good to me, and she hasn't done anything evil! Well...aside from stealing pay-per-view." Kara stopped struggling when she realized that she wasn't going to get anywhere with those knots. She just looked imploringly at Castiel, since Dean still looked ready to kill.
"Please...she...she stopped doing bad things when she let you go. We've been trying to find a demon named Crowley. She said he might be able to offer us some shelter." Kara said, ignoring Meg's fearful writhing in her stomach. She really did not like the look of that knife. -He's somewhere in town, Kara. I know it, if we can just get out of here, we might be able to find the old snake-oil-salesman. Just...these boys have sent me back to the pit before. I can't go back, I just can't, they'll kill me.- Kara nodded in response to the demoness, and looked back at Castiel, who seemed to blink a few times while Meg spoke inside her head. Kara didn't know if angels could read minds.
"Dean, she's not lying. That is Meg's...vessel." Castiel looked at Dean with a hard stare when he turned to look at the angel. He started to speak, but Cas just rolled his eyes exasperatedly and touched him on the forehead with two fingers, and Dean promptly passed out, and hit the floor hard. The angel stepped over his body and looked at Meg. "Continue to help her, Kara. She will earn redemption." With a look the trap on the ceiling was broken, and the knots undone.
Kara stood up and looked at the angel, nodding. "Of course I will, she's good to me." The girl looked down at Dean and shook her head, some people just didn't see the shades of gray that were darker than middle. It was such a shame to think that the Demon was capable of doing something good, and the human seemed incapable of forgiving. Such a shame.
"Meg, I don't know how to work your powers, so I guess you need the wheel again?" Kara spoke out loud and Castiel merely waited quietly. He would wake Dean as soon as she left. She'd let him go, and so he would let her go. Meg enveloped Kara in a smoky embrace of sorts and resurfaced as the dominant personality. Her black eyes looked at Castiel for a second before looking away, the light was still painful.
She still didn't ask why, just left with a whispered "Thank you."
Evil is a choice.
Author: falling_dominos
Characters/Pairing: Meg, her vessel, Castiel, Dean
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Theme Set: #3 Contrasts
Prompt: #24 Evil
Dominos Table
Summary: Sometimes, good deeds don't go unnoticed.
Evil is a state of mind.
-Meg? Are you okay?- Kara was scared. Her 'voice' quivered and shook. She couldn't feel much, Meg spared her the pain, but Kara knew that if Meg left her now, she'd be dead (those boys had hit her with a truck!). The idea didn't stay with her long though, because Kara didn't think that Meg would leave her. Not after the long weeks of running. They'd been together for quite some time now, and Meg had even admitted that she liked the girl.
Meg took a deep shuddering breath, and said out loud, "No, Kara...I'm not okay. I don't think we'll be getting out of this one, sweetie." The demon'd been tied to a chair, the devil's trap etched into the ceiling. Dean and Sam caught up with her. They were angry. Really, really angry. The brothers didn't seem to know that she'd been on the run, that she'd let Castiel go.
Dean wandered into the room, eyes full of hate. "Who're you talkin' to?" he asked, having heard her voice, but not the specifics. His broad shoulders and build sparked a bit of desire in Kara, though she realized that it was mostly this brother, Dean, who had caused the most pain to Meg. The taller, lanky brother, Sam had stayed away, having made a face at all the blood before he left.
"No one, Dean." Meg spat at him, defensively. Kara coiled deeper into her chest and tried to make herself small, like that look was going to rip her out of Meg by virtue of anger. The older Winchester brother stepped forward and poured holy water down her face, making Meg scream and writhe on the chair. Her skin was smoking. Kara tried to take some of the pain from Meg, but the demoness was stubbornly taking all of it on herself. She was so hard headed.
"WHO, bitch?" Dean's voice was quiet, but slithered with malice. His voice made Meg smile a little. He was always going to end up in Hell. He was made for torturing other people. Made for doing evil things. Both of the brothers were. Sammy was made for it, bred for it, grown to drink off of demons and revel in the dark powers, made to be Lucifer's vessel. Dean had already sold his soul once, and was damned anyway you sliced it.
"No one, Winchester." Meg said again, getting more holy water as a result. Kara tried to comfort her house guest, -I've got you, I've got you.- a soothing litany of soft spoken words in her head. Dean grabbed some salt and pressed it to her skin, causing it to blister and smoke worse than the water had done. He was still pressing salt into open wounds when the angel arrived.
"Dean, stop this." Meg looked to Castiel and winced, his light was so bright. It was like looking into a reflection of the sun on a clear summer day. He moved forward and stepped between Meg and Dean. Dean was forced to step back simply due to the laws of physics. He glared at Cas, but stepped back out of the trap. Cas followed him and they left the room.
-Is that the angel you let go?- Kara asked, seeing him as Meg did. "Mm. Yeah." Meg replied to herself. She could hear vague yelling outside the room, but she paid no attention to that, but to trying to shake the salt off of her skin. Perhaps to getting out of this devil's trap. She might be able to break it if she focused enough on the plank in the ceiling, but she bet the boys had expected that.
She could hear the yelling in the other room coming closer. That didn't bode well. Meg managed to get the salt off of her, but was unable to break the trap on the ceiling before Dean came back in, Castiel not too far behind him. "Dean, she let me go." Meg's eyes fell to the knife...that special, rune inscribed blade, and widened. Winchester looked like he meant business with that knife.
"No! Please...don't kill her!" Kara pleaded, sheer determination forcing her to the surface as Meg recoiled from seeing that knife. Both of the males looked at the demon strangely, Cas with his head tilted to one side. "Please! Meg's not that bad!" Kara struggled against the bonds a little, trying to move her hands. "She's been really good to me, and she hasn't done anything evil! Well...aside from stealing pay-per-view." Kara stopped struggling when she realized that she wasn't going to get anywhere with those knots. She just looked imploringly at Castiel, since Dean still looked ready to kill.
"Please...she...she stopped doing bad things when she let you go. We've been trying to find a demon named Crowley. She said he might be able to offer us some shelter." Kara said, ignoring Meg's fearful writhing in her stomach. She really did not like the look of that knife. -He's somewhere in town, Kara. I know it, if we can just get out of here, we might be able to find the old snake-oil-salesman. Just...these boys have sent me back to the pit before. I can't go back, I just can't, they'll kill me.- Kara nodded in response to the demoness, and looked back at Castiel, who seemed to blink a few times while Meg spoke inside her head. Kara didn't know if angels could read minds.
"Dean, she's not lying. That is Meg's...vessel." Castiel looked at Dean with a hard stare when he turned to look at the angel. He started to speak, but Cas just rolled his eyes exasperatedly and touched him on the forehead with two fingers, and Dean promptly passed out, and hit the floor hard. The angel stepped over his body and looked at Meg. "Continue to help her, Kara. She will earn redemption." With a look the trap on the ceiling was broken, and the knots undone.
Kara stood up and looked at the angel, nodding. "Of course I will, she's good to me." The girl looked down at Dean and shook her head, some people just didn't see the shades of gray that were darker than middle. It was such a shame to think that the Demon was capable of doing something good, and the human seemed incapable of forgiving. Such a shame.
"Meg, I don't know how to work your powers, so I guess you need the wheel again?" Kara spoke out loud and Castiel merely waited quietly. He would wake Dean as soon as she left. She'd let him go, and so he would let her go. Meg enveloped Kara in a smoky embrace of sorts and resurfaced as the dominant personality. Her black eyes looked at Castiel for a second before looking away, the light was still painful.
She still didn't ask why, just left with a whispered "Thank you."
Evil is a choice.