Author's Note: So, I wrote this for my Canadian friends since Canada turned 150 years old. It's a small Drabble with Canadian!Meg and Canadian!Castiel. It's meant to be good nature fun, and I hope I got the Canadianess of it down.

Happy Birthday Canada

"How a-boot we do the sex, eh?" Castiel asked Meg while sipping his Tim Horton's coffee.

"Yes please, I would like the sex. Thank you, eh," Meg said in the overly stereotyped polite Canadian fashion.

Quickly, she threw away what was left of her Kraft Dinner, and made her way towards the angel. She slid his jeans jacket off, and then began to unbutton his flannel shirt. When he was topless, Castiel returned the favor and took off her Toronto Maple Leafs hockey jersey. He absolutely hated the team, but they were opposites after all. Then he picked her up deftly and carried her over to the moose skin rug where he gently laid her down.

To set the mood, he turned down the lights, and put on Canada's national treasure when it comes to music. The smooth voice of Celine Dion filled the air.

Then, Castiel's focus returned to the by now completely naked Meg. The first thing he did was pour maple syrup down her delightful curves. Castiel was slow, relishing the flavors on his tongue, while eating his maple candy demon that night. After they were both satisfied, Meg gave the angel a similar treatment. But she poured brown gravy, along with a sprinkling of cheese curds of course, instead all over Castiel's body and enjoyed herself to an angel poutine.

All through the night, they went at it like that as a winter storm raged outside like it was the planet Hoth on that mid-August evening.