Yᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪss ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ?

castiel couldn’t help but stare, lips slightly parted. his head tilted in confusion, eyes narrowing. it wasn’t the first time he’d seen someone who was supposed to be dead alive again, but this… well, he hadn’t expected it. he thought for a moment, emotions and feelings flooding over him that had long since been repressed.

“i did, actually. i missed you very much,” he smiled, taking a step closer to the demon. “how did you manage to come back?”

His step forward was met with one of her own, almost as if it were a challenge.

Truthfully, invading his personal space just felt natural. Like there was something drawing her to him. Or perhaps that was all part of the game.

     “I didn’t go anywhere, Clarence. Did you really think that sniveling rat could take me out? My father improved me a few apocalypses ago, made me one of his Knights. I just let Crowley think he won, got a witch to help cover my tracks and since then I’ve been biding my time.” A hand snakes out to tug at his tie, firm but playful. “But I’m done waiting and hiding. A girl only has so much patience...” Meg purrs, leaning closer still. 

Blue eyes narrowed at Meg, the demon who had tried to help him once before, but had been unable to— not for lack of trying, either.

His head tilted at her words. She was right, they would start talking and it would not be good for him. Alas, here they were, speaking and not fighting. He was disobeying orders by just speaking to her, yet, he found that he didn’t want to turn her away. 

Interesting.

“Michael believes he may be close to figuring out how to unlock the cage, but we’ll need help… from you. We’ll need to get close enough once more to cast the spell. You will help us again, won’t you?”

He was kinda cute when he squinted. 

Not a term Meg had ever thought she’d use to describe an angel, they were the enemy after all - but the lines had grown blurry. That was the trouble with lines drawn in the sand; the tide would come in and roll all over them like a hellhound with a fresh corpse. 

     “So this is straight from your big brother Mikey, huh?                   I’ll help you, but it won’t be easy. Yellow eyes is still hung up on the prophecy, insists on doing it ‘the old fashioned way’ and thinks that we can still break a righteous man. But if what you told me’s right, the guy who was supposed to do it wasn’t even BORN?”