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xtexboyx submitted to teaandchess: A short I wrote today while nursing a hangover.

Time to Eat

“So, the pizza was $12.50 which you paid with a card. Please, sign here,” the pimple ridden pizza boy told Meg, handing her the receipt.

Meg took it and signed it, using the pizza box she was holding as a surface to write on. She handed the white copy back to the kid. The teenager thanked Meg for her business and bid her a good night before leaving. Meg shut the door with the back of her foot while simultaneously throwing her copy of the receipt into the trash bin by the motel’s door. Then, she waited next to the door, listening with her heightened senses.

“Fucking bitch,” she heard the pizza boy muttered as he realized that Meg stiffed him on the tip.

Meg chuckled. It’s the small things in life.

“You didn’t leave him a tip, did you?” Castiel asked from his spot on the bed.

Meg shook her head. “Nope.”

He obviously didn’t approve. “You should have given him something. I’m told they do not make much.”

“You realize I’m using a stolen card right.” Meg walked over to the motel’s table by the window and set down the pizza.

“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Castiel joined Meg at the table

“Well, everything I put on it is stealing. Giving the kid a tip would be stealing even more. Are you, an angel of the Lord, telling me I should have stolen more?” Meg arched her brow in question, while reaching for a slice of pizza.

Castiel opened his mouth to reply, thought about it, and then closed his mouth. Meg smiled smugly as she took a bite of the pizza, knowing that she had won the argument. The angel did too, and he admitted his defeat by changing the subject.

“I don’t understand why a pizza place named itself after a tile game,” Castiel told her as he studied the pizza box.

Meg was about to chastised the angel once again about being so damn clueless about human culture until she realized that she had no idea for the name either. Damn that’s a good question, she thought for a send. She shook her head dispelling that meaningless line of questions and put her slice down.

The demon walked over toward the angel to stand before him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Meg said as she pulled down on Castiel’s tie until their face was so close they were sharing breaths. “Now, you planning to eat?” She whispered. “Or we going to jump right into this?”

In answer, Castiel lifted Meg up and threw her on the bed. In seconds, she found herself nearly upside down, only her upper back and neck touching the bed. Her skirt fell around her waist, exposing her pale well-toned legs and red lacey panties. With a growl, he ripped off those panties with a finger before stuffing them in his coat.

“Oh,” Castiel said in a gruff voice, and Meg could feel his breath on her bare sex. “I tend on eating,” the angel assured the demon.

The End.

So, this story got me thinking about Castiel and him stuffing Meg’s panties into his coat every time he and Meg have sex. He just keeps collecting and collecting them until one day when he’s out with the Winchesters fighting monsters. Suddenly, he gets kicked hard, and all these panties burst out from his coat like a feather pillow exploding. Everyone pauses and watches, Winchesters and monsters alike, as these panties just rain down in this what the fuck moment. Castiel is trying to catch a few of them as they come down and stuff them back in his coat.

Guidelines and Inspiration for Submissions to the December issue of “The BeZine,” by John Anstie

Editor’s Note:  The deadline for submissions to the December issue is November 15.  Forward submission to [email protected].  Submissions via comments or Facebook will not be considered.  Details HERE. / J.D.

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