[Fic] snickfic: Best Thing Going
[ Het ]
Title: Best Thing Going
Writer: snickfic
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: Complete.
Characters and/or pairings: Meg/Castiel
Rating: light NC-17
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read](spoilers through 8x17)
Length: 2700 words
Summary: “My angel,” she says. Then she chokes on her own blood awhile, and there are sirens, and fuck she doesn’t want sirens. “Castiel’s my angel, and you gotta pray to him, okay?”
Reccer's notes: This is the fic that convinced me I needed to sign up for Het at rocksalt_recs. I don't read a lot of pairing!fic, so this is a pretty Big Deal for me, and I hope that those reading this rec take this fact as the extremely high recommendation I mean it to be.
There are a lot of ways to write Meg, because she's such an open character, and there are so many moments of departure you can spin into a lot of different things--the benefit of being a meat-jumping morally ambiguous and/or morally occasional demon, I suppose. Not to be essentialist, limiting, or untruthfully superlative, but I think this fic's way is the best way, hands down. Meg rides the nexus of grit and snark and hope and, well demon, and her perceptions of and interactions with Castiel are pitch perfect.
Never maudlin, never too perceptive or empathetic, but also never empty, never superficial--all Meg. <3
[Short excerpt]She tried praying before. She tried for months, a word or two every so often, when Crowley or his grunts weren’t around to hear. Pleas at first, until she got tired of hoping the knight in armor would show. After that, she prayed postcards to him, vapid snippets of imagined scenery and sunburns. She always finished with, Wish you were here. Fucker.