Meg (meganmasters) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-06-14 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, castiel, meg masters |
Who: Meg and Cas
Where: Meg's House
When: Thursday, LATE night
Summary: Cas is feeling a little better
Warnings: TBD Apparently slightly sexy
(We were as surprised as they were)
Status: Closed/Moved to Custom for NSFW material
The storm continued to rage. Meg stood at the back door, staring out through a tiny gap she'd opened in the curtains. She preferred the storm at night. During the day, everything just looked gray and depressing. But at night? At night the storm looked like a kindred spirit. The flashes of lightening cast brief glimpses of chaos and destruction, and the thunder growled like a living thing. Looking out at it, she felt too vast for her skin, and the demon inside flexed against the confines of it's human body. She'd never leave that body again, she knew that. Not voluntarily at least. But sometimes, on nights like this, she couldn't help but miss the freedom. She could have been that force of chaos and destruction, but that wasn't her path anymore. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly 1am. Several hours yet before she'd have to give up the darkness outside. Castiel slept soundly behind her, for the first time in a few days. His breathing had gotten progressively better which had been a blessing for both of them. She'd dragged her television into the bedroom for him, though he was obviously physically able to walk the short distance to the living room. She as coddling him terribly and she knew it, but she couldn't seem to stop. She'd wrapped him in every blanket she could find, supplied him with enough soup to drown in, and kept him drugged into near unconsciousness the moment he seemed to start suffering again. She wasn't exactly good at this, but it certainly wasn't for lack of trying. She turned her attention back to the world outside. Not far away, lightning struck down right on the beach. She wondered if it was worth getting wet to go out and see if any decent chunks of fulgurite had formed. It was fairly rare in large pieces, but enough lighting was touching down lately that she thought maybe she might get lucky. She had gone as far as placing her hand on the door handle when she heard a soft stirring behind her. |