#*distant crying*

Megstiel Drabble

Word Count: 370

Warnings: Fluff, Castiel’s Hair (which, tbh, might warrant a NSFW tag by itself)

A/N: Just a short little Megstiel fluff for y’all. -Admin Rachel

Castiel stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, still slightly fogged from his warm shower. Simple human tasks such as bathing - although pointless to the angel - had a rather calming effect that he had grown attached to.

His hair was still damp and in a mess as he grabbed a small section. He twirled it around his finger, noticing how it had grown. Human hair grew, he thought. However, a human vessel didn’t age- or at least shouldn’t.

Castiel had keep note of Jimmy’s body aging. Although subtle, it was not as it should have been. He often wondered if, by spending as much time on Earth as he did, he was growing almost human.

The thought passed as it mattered little.

Castiel grabbed the scissors and raised them to the bunch of hair he held. Opening the pair, he took a deep breath.

“Woah, woah, slow down there, angel boy.” Meg enter the bathroom, shaking her head with a smile. “Now what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Cutting my hair,” he answered sternly. “A regular task,” he continued, “of which I didn’t think required interrogation.”

Meg smirked. She reached for the scissors, having to raise her feet in order to match his height. She took them, then returned them to their proper place amongst the bathroom shelves. “Well, you thought wrong.”

She walked closer to Castiel, looking up into his blue eyes. Running her fingers through his hair, she clenched her hand to pull him down into a kiss.

Castiel felt Meg’s lips form into a smile as he pulled her into his chest.

Kissing: another human task he had grown fond of.

When their makeout session ended, Meg returned her gaze to his hair. Shaking her hand through it, making more of a mess than it had originally been, she just smiled.

“Yeah,” she said, “there’s no way I’m ever letting you shorten this beautiful chaos you’ve got going on.”

Castiel thought for a moment. Although he was not much of a flirt, or even knew how to be a proper part of a relationship for that matter, he returned with, “Well, if it means more kisses like that, I’ll never want to cut it.”

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I've gotta write a seven page literature review, but the problem is it has to be built on our summaries that we've been writing.

guess who refused to write the last three because they were having a crisis (and near-death experiences)?

yeah...

so I've got to write three summaries (which will add up to around seven pages) then write another seven pages on top of that

by 9:40 tomorrow morning...