Meg knew the joy she felt over defeating Crowley was short lived when she saw Sam pick up Ruby's knife off of the floor and begin to inch towards her. Normally she would say something along the lines of "you owe me. I helped you" but she knew this soulless Sam didn't care one way or the other. She watched his every move and she knew he would lunge any moment. Before she could give him the opportunity, Meg fled. Meg fled all the way across four state lines to get away from them.

No. To get away from him. For a virgin angel, Clarence sure knew how to kiss. Meg's meat suit was once again becoming all 'dewy' when she thought of what potential he had. It wasn't her normal style but Meg had an urge to go out and find that tempting angel and teach him some things no decent angel had the right to know. But being around Dean Winchester, he probably knew a lot more than he let on anyways.

Meg sighed. Even if she did do that, and was able to get away with doing that, she figured that by the time she was done it would take her over a week to scrub away his 'cleanliness'.

Still… somehow she knew it would be worth it.

After thinking of Castiel for a moment, she figured it was time to dirty herself up a little bit. The kiss that kept playing over and over again in her mind left her body all tingly. Like she had just been scrubbed clean of the evil that sat on her surface. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Deciding to ditch the current vessel on the floor, Meg found a nice little redheaded hooker to possess. Normally Meg would find someone full of virtue and enjoy the fight in them, but the hooker was easier to settle into. Most hunters didn't know this, but if a demon were to possess someone like the Pope or… Gandhi, it would take a while for the body to adjust to the sudden burst of evil inside of them. They might even be able to overpower it. Like Bobby Singer. But the closer to sin the vessel was, the more snug the fit was. There was less resistance from someone who constantly lived a life of sin. Strippers. Hookers. Con artists… lawyers. They were the types to feel comfortable with the darkness inside of them. Meg fit inside this chick like a hot knife in butter.

The first guy to try and pick her up was nothing if not a dorky generic of Clarence. Nerdy, ruffled hair, obviously nervous. But there were some differences. The voice, for one. Along with his sandy blonde hair and the Urkel frame glasses. Now that she thought about it this dweeb was nothing like her angel.

Huh.

Meg frowned as she thought about what she just said to herself. She just referred to Castiel as hers. In the hierarchy of things, upper level demons could claim lower level demons. Sometimes angels claimed demons. Like Lucifer's claim on every demon in existence. But Meg knew for a fact that no demon ever claimed an angel. It was unsettling.

Before Meg could think on that for another second, she doubled over in pain. She looked down to see if she had a knife sticking out of her chest. Nothing. "What the-"

Again, Meg doubled over. But this time she started gagging. She tried to fight it. She could actually see her essence being pulled out of the host. She fought the painful tugging sensation all the way back to the girl she left rotting in the hotel room. She could feel herself being forced back into her previous host. She had a strong feeling that this is what the humans who were being possessed felt.

Meg opened her eyes. She was suddenly back in the same body she had left not thirty minutes ago. She even had the same do-gooder tingly feeling. She groaned inwardly. Then she turned around and smiled. Her angel was standing there, a strange expression on his face.

"Clarence. My favorite angel. This had better be good. I was just about to get laid. And where's Dean?" He frowned. To Meg, it almost looked like jealousy. But of course, that was ridiculous. But there were definitely some strange vibes coming off of him though.

"I told Dean I was going out to relax."

"So you came here to relax?" Castiel ignored her probing question.

"Over a year ago I had a conversation with Dean. He insisted that I needed to get laid. So he took me to a 'den of iniquity.'" He paused to look at Meg pointedly.

Meg laughed as she understood. "You mean Dean took you to a whorehouse?"

Castiel didn't seem to think it was that funny.

"Yes. But I may have said something to offend the girl. Dean still doesn't realize it was intentional. After living with you humans for over a year by then I know what to say to scare one of you. But Dean had an interesting point. He said that this could be my last day on Earth and you should just live it. 'Do what you enjoy.' he said. The problem I seem to enjoy doing things I shouldn't. Things with you."

Meg didn't realize she that Castiel had gotten so close to her. He was now less than an arm's length away from her. She could only blink as he stared at her. Almost expectantly. She took a second to get her composure back. She smirked.

"So," she said pulling away from him, "what you're saying is-"

She didn't have a chance to finish her question. Castiel grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Quite forcefully. But the demon she was didn't care. Meg lost her breath, figuratively, when Castiel kissed her for the second time that evening. Once again Meg found her back to the wall, with his fingers twisted in her hair. Somehow she had managed to wrap her legs around his waist.

She was really enjoying herself when suddenly he pulled away. He looked her dead in the eyes.

"This isn't love," he said pointedly.

"God no."

"This is fun," he stated. Though it was more a question that a fact.

"This is a sin," she replied. Meg bit her lip when Clarence frowned. Maybe she said the wrong thing.

"But," she said hurriedly. "As long as you're not in love with a demon I doubt you'll get in trouble for just trying to relax." Meg took this opportunity to shift so she was riding him through his clothes. He groaned once before he attacked her. She knew she had won. She could feel his lips on her neck and it was driving her crazy. "God, Clarence. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

He managed to get out a response while he removed her top. "I learned it from my vessel. He has many explicit, detailed memories. But I learned this," he took that moment to plunge his hand into her jeans causing Meg to hiss, "from the pizza man." But Meg knew tricks of her own. She repeated the same gesture back to her wonder boy angel.

She grinned. Maybe she would get lucky tonight after all.

Three Hours Later

Meg was sore. In the past three hours, somehow they had found their way into the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom, and the floor. But definitely the wall. Clarence must be able to read minds because he knew exactly what she wanted. By the time they were finished there were multiple dents and holes where she had been slammed up against the plaster wall of the motel room. But, she had to admit to herself, it was definitely worth it. Most humans, or demons for that matter, didn't have that kind if stamina. Most couldn't keep going for hours on end without some sort of… extra incentive.

She looked around and saw Clarence standing in front of the mirror fixing his tie. Her gaze met his and she found herself smiling. No matter what anybody else said, this angel was definitely hers.

"So," she said, still naked as she walked up to him. "Did you relax?"

He tilted his head and looked at her.

"Sex with you is very fun. I can see why demons and humans are obsessed with it. It is indeed very relaxing."

She smiled before she walked up to him, her hand tracing its way down his chest. He managed to bite back a groan.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

"Just let me know if you need to relax again."