Megstiel for ever

True Form Cas and Meg.

@samanddean76 kindly chose my artwork as a prompt to write a story that follows Cas and Meg through canon and looks deeper at how they interact. You can find summary info and tags for that here

Megstiel - Pregnant, grumpy and feeling like Cas doesn't love her even though he does.

Or

Mating displays - Cas being in heat/rutt but not ABO just some weird angel shit.

I couldn’t decide, so I kind of wrote both. Oops!

Meg knew she couldn’t complain. When she’d first found out what was happening, she hadn’t handled it well.

“You did this to me!” she’d screamed at Castiel, so loud that some of the light bulbs in the bunker had blown off. “This is all your fault!”

Sam and Dean had turned around and basically abandoned Castiel to the fury of his now pregnant demon girlfriend, while the angel stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Meg had shouted back. “Three pregnancy tests and two psychics sure! What the hell do I have growing inside me right now?”

Cas: *gently tucking an iridescent feather black feather into Meg's hair*

Meg: What was that?

Cas: A symbol of my devotion to you.

Meg: *confused* It's a feather...

Cas: It's a feather from my wings...it is rather difficult to materialise them on the Earthly plane... however, it was worth the discomfort.

Meg: oh.

- how hard they both just lean in and GO for it

- the way he literally sweeps her off her feet and spins her against the wall

- that WALL. Them pressed up against it. All the wicked thoughts that inspires.

- his hand in her hair

- his thumb sliding down her throat

- the way she slips her hands under his coat. Not in spite of the fact she's picking his pocket, but because of it. Be queer, do crimes (Megstiel is a queer ship don't @ me)

- the way she has to catch her breath after

Meg Masters is head nurse in Sioux Falls County General working in the ER department with her sister Ruby and soon to be brother-in-law Sam Winchester. Meg has worked hard to overcome her past and has sworn off relationships - content with work, friends, netflix and her large black rescue cat Tom. That all changes when newcomers to town Castiel and April Novak join their friendship group. Religiously devout and long time married they seem pleasant enough but with Castiel’s repeated visits to ER, she begins to suspect April isn’t as sweet as she really makes out. 

“Let’s go.”

“Where? I’m not done with my beer…” Meg protests, but it’s too late. Castiel is already pulling her up, putting an arm around her waist and guiding her towards the door. She can feel the glances people cast in their direction and she wonders if she’s missed something.

Before they step outside, Castiel pulls her in closer and clashes his mouth against hers. He kisses her with passion, in a way that he doesn’t do unless they are alone in their room, his tongue sliding into her mouth and her arms holding her tightly, one of them outright grabbing at her ass. Meg’s knees are weak and she’s a little dizzy when they break away and step outside the bar.

“What was that?” she asks.

“The men in there kept looking at you. I read their thoughts. All of them involved your rear end.” He frowns. “I did not like that.”

Meg bursts into laughter at him.

“Well,” she says as she leans against him with a grin. “Maybe I should wear these jeans more often, then.”

Hope I helped a little :)

“Hey, Cas,” Sam said as he opened the door to the kitchen. “Would you mind…?”

He stopped in his tracks as Meg jumped up to her feet and Castiel turned away, though not fast enough for Sam not to notice that he was zipping up his pants.

“Well… this is awkward,” Meg laughed, though she did not look embarrassed at all. Cas, however, was turning beet red. Sam didn’t even know angels could blush. He sighed and stared at the ceiling.

“Guys, you really need to stop doing this,” he chastised them. “What if it was Jack who walked in?”

“Do you have to leave?”

“Yes. I’m sorry.”

Castiel could get dressed and be out the door with just a snap of his fingers, but he prefers slowly putting on his clothes, perhaps so he can enjoy this peaceful morning with Meg a little longer.

“I’ll see tonight, okay?”

“Okay,” she mumbles as she settles back down on the sheets. “I love you.”

Castiel stops adjusting his tie and turns towards Meg.

“What did you just say?”

Meg pulls the blanket over her head.

“Don’t make me repeat it.”

He sits back down on the bed, places both his hands at the side of her body and slowly leans over to kiss her again.

“I love you too,” he replies, with a smile. “Took you long enough.”

“Shut up.” She laughs and pulls him by the tie and Castiel figures he can stay a bit longer.

“So this is heaven, huh?” Meg looks around the white room around with raised eyebrows. “Gotta say, I’m not impressed. Looks a bit, uh… impersonal.”

“This is just the throne room,” Castiel clarifies. “There’s more to it than just this.”

“Yes.” Jack moves to sit behind the desk. “And I have a few ideas on how to make it better.”

“That’s all well and good, kid, but what are we gonna do about them?” Meg asks, pointing over her shoulder.

A half dozen angels huddle at the door, all staring at them. Some glare at Meg, so Castiel puts himself between her and them, placing a hand on the small of her back, protective.

“They’ll just have to get used to you being here.”

Meg wakes up with a soft sigh.

There’s a warm touch on her shoulder and when she opens her eyes, she sees a familiar face hovering over her, a frown of worry in his brow.

“Castiel,” she calls out softly.

She’s had this dream before, but this time when she wraps her arms around his neck and sits up, when he places his on her shoulders and moves his face so his lips will touch the side of her face, they feel… warmer. Solid than it did in her dreams.

“Is this… is this real?”

“Yes,” he assures her. “I’m here, Meg.”

She doesn’t know where “here” is and she doesn’t know how long it’s been. But she clings tighter to him.

“I knew you’d come back for me.”

“Do I want to know how you ended up like that?” Dean asked.

Meg raised her head slightly from where it was resting over Castiel’s chest. The angel had an arm draped over her and the other over his head. Both their bodies were wrapped loosely on the Christmas lights, which were currently glowing even though they didn’t seem to be connected to anything.

“We were trying to put up the decorations, like you told us,” Castiel said, moving his neck slightly to look at the brothers. “We got, uh… distracted. And we fell on the floor.”

“Right, and then you just decided to take a nap like that.”

“Believe it, Dean-o,” Meg replied, snuggling down against Castiel again. “It’s actually really comfortable here.”

Dean shook his head as Sam just burst into laughter.

“You can take the beds. We don’t sleep anyway.”

“So what? You’re just gonna sit there silently for the entire night?” Dean asked, skeptical.

“I don’t like it any more than you do, dumbass,” Meg groaned. And of the two, she did seem like she was the most irritated, though the small frown in Castiel’s brow revealed he wasn’t too happy about it either. “But since you don’t want us to take the car…”

“That’s not happening.”

“Dean,” Sam intervened. “Maybe we should just…”

“It’s not happening!” Dean snapped, and that was the end of the discussion.

Until, that was, a few hours later when they woke up to the sound of ruffling clothes, skin smacking and agitated breathing. For a few seconds after opening his eyes, Dean did not want to know, but then Sam turned on the light and muttered “Oh, God”, so he had no choice but to look.

“Oh, God,” he repeated.

Meg was straddling Castiel’s lap, her shirt discarded on the floor, and didn’t even bother to cover herself when she turned towards them.

“Do you guys mind?”

“Yes, we mind!” Dean screamed at her, pointedly trying to keep his eyes on her face.

“I’m sorry.” Cas at least had the decency to look embarrassed, even if he couldn’t hide the fact his tie and the first buttons of his shirt were undone and there was a hickie in his neck. “We were trying to be discreet…”

“By making out not a foot away from us?!” Sam protested.

“I got bored,” Meg said, running a hand through Cas’ already ruffled hair.

Dean grabbed the keys from his night table and threw it vaguely in their direction. Cas impressively managed to catch them in the air while also not letting go of Meg.

“Get out of here.”

“Are you sure, Dean?”

“Just go… do that somewhere else!”

He was still trying not to look directly at Meg, but he couldn’t help but notice the satisfied smirk in her lips as she put on her shirt again and followed Castiel outside.

“You do know they’re going to…?”

“Yes.”

“… in the backseat, probably?”

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean groaned, settling back into the bed. “Just remind me to take Baby to the car wash tomorrow.”