#meg2.0

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Pairing : Meg 2.0 x Alastair Word count : 515 Originally posted under : Crowleysplaythings Warnings : Torture, smut, knifeplay, blood play Square filled : Knifeplay Written for @spnkinkbingo

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Her laughter turned to screams and he felt a moment of satisfaction. He had finally wiped that smirk off her face. But the second the knife was removed from her skin, her scream turned to laughter again, her lips upturned in an almost disturbing grin.

“You taught me better than that, old man.” She taunted.

There was a tick of his upper lip. He kept his face otherwise schooled, he refused to show her how frustrated he was getting. He had taught her everything she knew about torture, and she had learned well. But that had been a long time ago, and he hadn’t taught her everything.

“Come on.” She licked her lips. “Make me scream.” Her lips turned up into a toothy smile as she started to laugh again.

It quickly became a scream once again as he cut along her breast. Alastair watched as the blood trickled down over the curve, and moved around her hard nipple, before continuing until it dripped off onto the floor. His eyes shot back to hers as she laughed again.

“Free a hand, just one, and I’ll show you how it’s really done.” She smirked

Pairing : Meg x reader

Word count : 520

Warnings: smut, masturbation, possession.

“Do you trust me?” Meg asked, breaking the kiss. You nodded. She smiled softly, kissed you one last time, as the black smoke left her mouth and entered yours. The other body hit the floor as your eyes flicked black. “Your going to love this.” she chuckled.

You had been hanging out in your motel room watching a movie in bed, when you heard a knock at the door. You figured it was Sam or Dean, who were staying in the next room. When you opened the door however, it was Meg. She grabbed you and kissed you, right there in the door way, and you pulled her in kicking the door shut. You didn’t know when she got to town and didn’t care. She quickly pulled all your clothes off, never one to waste time, and pushed you on the bed. “Want to try something a little different this time?”

𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆,

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅,

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 – 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕.

megapug replied to your post “how you doing over there? i can tell your totally fine and ready for tonight by your posts.”

If only meg could be there for you Castiel

OH GOD BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE IF SHE WAS????????

Screw all you flying monkey dicks, Cas wouldn't need any of you anyway. Of course he has the most badass humans ever on his side... but if he had Meg as well???????

He'd break his way into Metatron's hideout, with every one of his siblings standing behind Metatron and Metatron says "I don't understand Castiel. This seems pretty suicidal, even for you. Are you really going to face the whole of Heaven's wrath on your own?"

Castiel would stand there and calmly say "No." And then from behind him would stand Sam and Dean, Sam wielding a general angel blade, spinning it in his hand and puffing himself up all big and Sam like while Dean stands there, the first blade in his hand, the red power of it lighting up his arm and feeding into his eyes making them glow.

Metatron looks completely unimpressed. "Winchesters, Castiel? That was your plan? Well, I can hardly say I'm surprised, if a little disappointed."

But then, outside the building, a baying sound starts. It's picked up, over and over, again and again until the whole area sounds to be filled with the sound of Hell hounds, absolutely surrounding them. The angels begin looking all around, terrified by the sound. They still remember it from the old angel/demon wars and the sound sends chills down their spine.

And then she walks in. Hair that same red-brown she prefers, leather jacket, tight dark jeans, eyes black and bottomless, all 5ft4in of badassery. She strides on over until she's standing next to Castiel, who immediately reaches down to take her hand, his own eyes glowing white-blue to match hers and Deans.

Behind Metatron, some of the angels are breathing in their awe, THIS is their Castiel, THIS is their rebel, THIS is the one with the power to take them home and lead them back to the way things were before. Quickly, they leave the side Metatron is standing on and go to join Castiel because they know a winning side when they see it.

Meg smiles up at him, Castiel looks down at her with adoration before turning to Metatron.

"I believe it's time for a regime change." He states.

Clarence Novak has brain damage that is slowly deteriorating. The damage began causing him to hallucinate that he is an Angel called Castiel and all the people in his life are either demons, hunters, monsters or other angels living a surreal alternate reality. As his condition worsens, the veil between reality and this alternate reality begins to thin and Castiel begins slipping through the cracks into Clarence's life. His wife, Meg Novak accepted that he was on the road to death a long time ago, but wants to do everything she can to support him along the way. His best friend and doctor, Dean Smith is doing all he can to ease Meg and Clarence's lives, along with the help of his colleague, Sam Wesson. But how well will Clarence cope differentiating between reality and hallucinations when Sam, Dean and Meg are the stars in both worlds?

Inspired by Will Graham's character and mental illness from Hannibal

I don't have a beta or anyone to work on this with, so if you see any mistakes/have any ideas that you think would work to add in, or if you want to see any interactions between the characters, or even want a smut scene, PLEASE let me know!!