A/N: This is my first real Supernatural Fic. Please be kind.

Many thanks to WhyteWytch for the Beta.

Namaste,

Sunny

Supernatural

The Pizza Man Cometh

Chapter 3

Before Sam could utter a protest, Cas vanished leaving Dean holding onto air. He looked down at his hands and stepped back.

"Sonofa*****!" Dean ran into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and stuck his mouth underneath to catch the water, letting it fill up then spitting it out over and over. Making sounds of disgust, he pulled out his toothbrush, squirted a wad of toothpaste on the bristles and shoved it in his mouth, brushing vigorously, including his tongue.

Sam leaned in the doorway watching, just barely able to keep from laughing.

Dean looked at him with the brush clamped in his teeth and toothpaste foam dripping into the sink. "Wha'?"

"You kissed Cas, Dean." Endeavoring to look serious, Sam drew his eyebrows together. "So tell me, what was it like kissing an angel?"

His brother spit out the toothpaste, rinsed and squirted more on the brush. "It wasn't me, dammit! It was that, that demon." He started brushing again, talking around the brush. "She'd better find a body PDQ 'cause she ain't gettin' back in mine anytime soon."

When he finished with the second brushing, Dean rinsed then gargled with the free mouthwash provided by the motel. He wiped his face and hands before joining Sam in the bedroom. "So what do we do? Wait here for Cas or move onto the next job?"

Sam shrugged. "We can't stay." He opened the laptop, bringing it out of power saver mode. "Union, Connecticut. In the past month, three bodies were found in the Bigelow Hollow State Park. They were dried and withered husks, almost mummified. The autopsy reports say the victims had been dead for less than twelve hours."

"What do we know that can do that?"

"The usual suspects, plus a new player. There are a number of older Chinese living in the area, and they're calling it a jiangshi, evil spirits that attack people and drain their life energy. Since this is the first we're hearing of it, I think it's safe to assume it had been contained until recently. Still looking into that part."

Dean shoved clothes into his duffle bag, zipped it and headed for the door. "Great. More space vampires. Why can't it be regular vampires? Cut off their heads, and home in time for the blue plate special at Biggerson's."

Sam closed down the laptop, shoved it into his backpack, added his clothes and personal items, and together they left the room. Dean drove to the office, and went inside to check out. Within minutes, they were on I-90 headed west. Sam open the laptop to do more research, humming as he worked.

"Cut it out, Sam."

Feigning innocence, Sam remarked, "Not doing anything."

"You're humming. Stop."

Grinning, Sam continued to hum, and when his brother was good an annoyed, he started singing, changing one word in the lyrics.

You've got to kiss an angel good mornin'
And let him know you think about him when you're gone
Kiss an angel good mornin', and love him like a devil when you get back home.

~~O~~

Dean did his best to ignore Sam poking fun at something he had no control over, but that just fueled the fire. He bit out, "Bitch."

Sam responded with the usual, "Jerk."

Eventually, Sam's attention was diverted by his research for their next job, and the humming stopped.

His left wrist resting on the steering wheel, Dean turned on the radio, tuning it to a classic rock station. They'd gone about thirty miles when there was a thump in the back seat. Dean glanced in the rear view mirror, and Cas's pleased expression peered back.

"So? What happened? Is Meg gettin' the super deluxe celestial make-over?"

Their friend smiled. "She's received tentative approval from the committee, and is out searching for a vessel as we speak. I came to give you the good news."

Sam turned in his seat to slap the angel on the shoulder with the back of his hand. "Congratulations, Cas. Bring her around, we'll take her to dinner to celebrate."

"We wanna see the wings, too." Dean caught Cas's eye in the mirror. "Hey! We're headed to Connecticut. You and Meg wanna do this job with us? Space vampires. Loads of fun to be had by all. Well, once we figure out how to kill 'em."

"As much fun as that sounds, Meg asked that I assist her in locating a vessel."

"Why does she need your help?" Cas appeared embarrassed at the question. Or was it the answer? Dean couldn't tell.

"She, uh, wants my approval before she takes possession."

Sam chuckled and Dean outright laughed. "You're taking your girlfriend shopping. When she asks you to hold her purse, you'll look like a dork, but own it. Do it with confidence."

Confused, the angel confessed, "I do not believe she carries a purse."

"Oh and one word of warning, Cas," Sam interjected. "If she says, 'does this meatsuit make me look fat?' it's a trick question. The answer is always no."

Cas looked from one Winchester brother to the other. "I will keep that in mind."

The next second, he was gone.

New York City

Standing outside the hospital ICU, Cas waited for Meg to make a decision. She crossed her arms and shook her head. "Don't like the hair. Too much red, too curly, too short."

"We've been to four hospital ICUs, Meg, and there's been something wrong with each vessel you've looked at."

Meg passed into the next room and back out again. "I need just the right one because I'll be wearing it for eternity."

The doctors and nurses hustled up and down the halls, not paying any attention to the pair standing at the window because they were invisible. Even if they'd been able to see Cas, it would look like he was talking to himself. Meg would appear as a trick of the light, something you see out of the corner of your eye that vanishes when you turn to look at it.

"Not for eternity. Our vessels are mortal. They will eventually wear out."

"Why aren't you more interested, Clarence? You're the one who'll be looking at it for however long it lasts."

In his mind, Cas saw Meg standing in front of him, hands on her hips, all her weight on one foot, and giving him that smile, the one he fell for each time he saw it. He wanted to take her hand, but couldn't. Not yet. "Do you trust me?"

He felt her smirk, and heard it in her voice. "That's a loaded question, Angel Boy."

"Then come with me."

In a flash, the pair were in another hospital in a different part of the country. Cas nodded, and Meg shimmered through the glass to get a closer look at the body on the bed. She turned to him and smiled. "I'll take it."

Cas held up a hand. "Not yet. The soul collector is due to arrive any moment."

Soon, an angel entered the room and held out her hand. The soul of the woman on the bed separated from her body, and the two faded out as they passed through the wall. Immediately, the monitor's alarms went off. The staff sprinted down the hall into the room, and began to work on the woman. At Cas's urging, Meg joined with the empty vessel, startling the staff when she started choking as life returned to the body. The doctors removed the breathing tube, calling out orders for tests.

Union, Connecticut

Motel 9

A Few Days Later

Dean flipped through the meager channel offerings while Sam tapped diligently at the computer. Both men reached for their weapons when two people suddenly appeared in the room with them.

Sighing in relief, Dean put the safety on his weapon and tucked it out of sight. "Call first next time. We coulda shot you."

"Our vessels would not have been harmed, Dean."

"Yeah, yeah." He stared curiously at the woman. "Seriously? All those bodies out there, Meg, and you go with the same model you had before?"

The woman swaggered over to Dean, hands on her hips. "When you find something that works, Squirrel, you stick with it." She turned in a circle. "How do you like the new and improved ex-demon-turned-apprentice-angel?"

The body Meg had chosen looked like the one she'd previously inhabited with a few exceptions. She was the same height, only coming up to Sam's collar bone. The dark hair was much longer, though the eyes were still brown, and had a slightly rounder figure.

Sam came to stand next to Dean with his arms crossed, towering over the new Meg just as he had the old one. "You didn't come here for our approval, Meg."

She stepped back to Cas's side, weaving their fingers together. "You're right. I came to show off the new me. So sue me. I enjoy being a girl again. And now that it's over, my unicorn and I will say good night."

"Where ya headed?" Dean asked.

This time, Cas answered, and for one of the few time Dean could recall, the angel smirked as he looked down at Meg. "We're ordering pizza."

Dean's mouth dropped open, and then, Cas and Meg were gone.

The End

Kiss an Angel Good Mornin' is a song written by Ben Peters, and recorded by American country music artist Charley Pride, released in October 1971.