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Chapter One "Wing-Slap"

"My, my, Clarence."

Meg said with singing voice puffing the pillows. She had to admit that having a human disguise as a nurse in this place wasn't bad at all, the place was interesting, the humans were interesting to watch in here and she was receiving money and even was talking and behaving like a normal woman. Some of the workers here wanted to get in her pants and some women didn't like her attitude but what the hell. And furthermore the most important thing was that with this she was gaining favor on the Winchesters' eyes. As long as she was taking care of the angel they were going to keep her secure and away from Crowley. And for some odd reason, she didn't mind to have an eye on the fallen and crazy angel.

"You really have a thing with ladies." She said smirking playfully and glancing occasionally to him while she took care of the messy bed. The angel was still and silent staring at the wall with troubled and numb expression at the same time, sitting down on a chair by the side of the bed. "All the women working here seem to find you quite hot to look at. Some of them had even dared to ask me if I hadn't gotten lucky. What do you think? Do you want me to get lucky?"

She huffed keeping her dark eyes on him with that smirk on her lips still. She noticed the way her words affected him. He looked somehow distressed and even confused for the flattering. She wondered if he was thinking that one fine day she was going to rape him or something. She sighed deeply rolling her eyes at him.

"Come on, Clarence. I'm just playing with your head." I shouldn't have said it like that. She thought when she caught his absent glare on her. "My mistake." She finished with the bed and sat down crossing her legs and resting her weight on her elbows landing on the mattress. She looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "I told them that you weren't in your best to play fair. I want to be a good nurse, you know." She chuckled ironically. "Well, sort of. I don't think that flirting with patients, or, getting lucky with them go with the rules. But I think that's something nobody here really get bothered with to watch. Don't worry; I won't let anyone to steal your chastity."

I do wonder if you were a real husband with that wife or yours, Clarence. She thought smirking and staring at the ceiling just like he was staring at the wall. He was having one of those few good days when her master wasn't bothering him constantly. Taking care of the angel wasn't in fact boring like she had thought. Well, occasionally she really got bored and she needed to go out and do demon things and human things to ease her mind and make her actual life less miserable than now, but she had thought that taking care of Castiel was going to turn into a torture some day. But that day hadn't come yet. And if she took in account the fact that she had the chance to steal a glance, or more an entire view, of the naked vessel of the broken and mad angel, well, it was kind of worthy. The workers and doctors knew that the angel only felt at ease with her among all the nurses and so she had his complete care on her hands, including the bathing and dressing that it wasn't in fact a problem because she wasn't human and was strong enough. They all thought that she was some sort of girl who had been an athlete of some sort. That situation happened always when he was so out and lost in drugs that she was pretty sure he didn't know it. He hadn't said anything to her either. She really enjoyed those times because well, she couldn't deny the fact that his meat suit was attractive and his body was a delight to watch, especially without clothes and even when he didn't have the body of Sammy or Deano, even when she had to control herself from doing dirty things to him while he was lost to the world, she had the time of her life. It was weird how she couldn't find the will to take advantage over him when he was like this. Her dark eyes looked at his stoic face and stiff body and they landed on his lips in a tight line. His jaw was tight. She remembered the heated kiss they had shared so long ago and couldn't help to lick her lips in anticipation feeling the memory of his lips pressed hardly and passionately against hers.

What the hell. I guess I'm just horny. This fucking job doesn't let me have the social life I had before.

She remained staring at his lips and frowned. The kiss had been fucking great even when he was still clueless about it and could have done it better, something she found repulsively cute and amusing but it was the afterwards what caught her train of horny thoughts. It wasn't either the way he had embraced her and slammed her against the wall or the way he towered over herself. She always loved that of men. To see them taller than her and knowing she still could dominate them so easily. Just for that reason she could have done Sammy Winchester. She had felt powerful when she had possessed him that old time. That shit for hunter was so freaking tall. Even Deano was a nice catch to have in a one night stand. It hadn't been either the way one of his hands had landed on her neck and the other had tangled with her hair, or the way the hand on her neck had stayed there after the kiss. It had been the lingering sensation she had after he had broken the kiss. It was the sensation that she had called feeling clean that it wasn't only that. Surely kissing an angel was way too different than kissing a human or a demon. And she had done both. Kissing the angel had made her feel awfully cleaned, yes, but there had been something else that made her skin to want her to crawl out of it and made her shudder awkwardly. It had to be the thing of being a freaking angel: too much light and all that stupid and crappy stuff.

She sighed tiredly catching the panicked expression of his face. His body had stiffened and his eyes were wider and locked at the corner of the room where she was sure he was seeing Lucifer. She watched him silently between curiosity and amuse noticing the way he was listening to the hallucination and how affected he was by it. She wondered what he could be seeing and hearing but she got an idea, after all she had spent time with the real one once. Probably he was tormenting him with all the baggage Castiel had now emotionally speaking. The nerdy angel had done a lot of bad things lately; and that was going to make it everything harder than it should have been if Castiel didn't feel so guilty and ashamed of everything. That was the freaking thing when you have a conscience, she thought, it only served to torment yourself or help others to screw you. Meg stared at his blue eyes that looked so haunted and pained and then the angel jerked away like if something had tried to grab him and he fell from the chair pathetically with a hard sound. He had tried to stop his falling using his right hand but it had failed him, he was totally doped and he seemed to have twisted it in the fall. He was mumbling things she couldn't hear and down on the floor kept trying to get away from his diseased mind crawling his way out of whatever he was seeing and listening to. She rolled her eyes and sighing got up from the bed and knelt in front of him. That startled him enough to fling his arms against her but she caught his wrists tightly.

"It's alright, Clarence." She said thanking that drugs were keeping him sedated and weak. She had had enough trouble dealing with him when he was stronger and more focused in reality. He could be way too fucking strong especially if he thought he was fighting Lucifer and all the things this one caused within his delusional mind. Now he was staring at her panicked and with his breathing hitching and quick, coming in gasps. His blue eyes were painted with horror and despair. "Calm down, pretty boy." She smirked still holding him by his wrists tightly. He was trying to free himself being so weak that it made her laugh and almost mock him. "There's nothing to worry about if old good Meg is here."

She laughed. The angel's breathing calmed down little by little as he stared at her confused and desperate with a tinge of silent plea that Meg recognized as a quiet scream for help. But she couldn't do anything to help him and she really didn't want to, the only help she could give him was drugs, a lot of drugs, and helping him to not hurt others or himself (or hurting her, of course). He had been medicated with new drugs just last week and they seemed to be strong enough to help him cope a little tiny better than before. She wondered if it wasn't that he was fighting with all his might against the hallucinations the cause of that little improvement. And then she wondered how long it was going to take Lucifer to break through it. He wasn't human like Sammy Winchester; he was a damn freaking angel, so probably he had other weapons to fight against this.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

She smirked at the double sense of the phrasing and hooking her arms around his chest she helped him to get up. His arms that had fought against her before went limp at his sides and she had to support all his weight against her body. That she didn't mind, of course.

"I wish that was the case, you know." She chuckled with sly lips taking him to the edge of the bed and sitting him down. "It will be a lot funnier if that phrase could mean something besides the obvious."

She took his right hand and examined it closely. His eyes started to close and open like if he was avoiding falling sleep. She ignored him and looked at his hand.

"You hurt your hand, Clarence." She stated noticing the swelling. She waited silently for it to heal, but just like she had guessed, the healing factor that the angel had before had almost disappear. She frowned a little intrigued about it. She had noticed the first days they both had spent at the mental institution when Castiel was so out of his mind before his medications were adjusted and he got hurt by his own actions. At first the waited healing was there and she had little trouble explaining it to the workers and doctors, she always tried to keep hidden their true nature obviously but as the days went by she noticed how the healing power of the angel had lessened till it was very faint. This wasn't good, sure, but she couldn't and didn't want to dwell on it. "I'll make it better, you'll see."

She said devilish and blinking at him letting go of his hand. While she went for the necessary to attend to his swelling hand and was fixing him in silence that wasn't awkward anymore between the two due to their strange and unique situation, she recalled the days and nights they both had spent here at the nuthouse. Those hours had been difficult with the angel in crazy mad mood until the drugs seemed to help him to cope with his insanity and he was quiet as a tomb and sat as a statue for hours and hours without blinking. She guessed Castiel was doing all he could with the effects the drugs had on his human vessel and for everyone at here his latest behavior was way better than his previous one just because he was more convenient to deal with. In those first days of madness he had dared to scream that she was a demon, something that almost caused her to punch at him for uncovering her disguise but nobody believed him anyway and after times when he didn't want anything to do with her and he called her by her true nature and other stuff that excited her, she couldn't deny it, right now it seemed he didn't mind her presence anymore or he had noticed that she wasn't going anywhere and she was here to watch out for him. She finished tending to his injured hand and playfully smirked at his stoic face and lost tired eyes.

"There you go, honey." She said and just out of fun kissed his wrapped in bandages' hand in a sexy manner, always watching straight at his blue eyes. But somehow her eyes always ended looking at his damn hot mouth that was now a tight line. "It's time to take a nap."

She motioned him to lie down and then covered him with the covers noticing the way he was fighting to keep himself awake. She chuckled. She wondered why he always did it if he couldn't win after swallowing so many drugs. She sat down by his side and stared at his form lying on his right side. Even when she had fun being the one somehow controlling his actions here, sometimes just out of boredom she missed the way their encounters had been when they went with the old good line of being sworn enemies and he said dirty things to her. Well, he didn't know how dirty they sounded to her. Suddenly she had an idea and smirked happily.

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word, papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird" She started singing while she stroked his dark hair. "And if that mockingbird won't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring" The lullaby she had heard it a lot now here in this interesting place, there was a patient who was a woman in his late thirties and kept singing that annoying song to a pillow she thought it was her lost baby boy. "And if that diamond ring turns brass, papa's gonna buy you a looking glass and if that looking glass gets broke, papa's gonna buy you a billy goat" It was a silly lullaby but she couldn't help to want to sing it to the angel who was falling sleep like a good boy seemingly with the rhythm of her voice. She didn't want to think what the Lucifer inside his mind could be saying about her singing a freaking lullaby but she was having fun. "And if that billy goat won't pull, papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull and if that cart and bull fall down, you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town."

She waited a moment after he had closed finally his eyes and didn't open them again to stop caressing his hair. She noticed the purple color of his eyelids and the blackness around his closed eyes. She smirked satisfied with her well done job and then got up and went to the door. She let the lights on because now she knew that the angel didn't want them off, he didn't like to be in the darkness. She guessed it had to be with the hallucination plaguing his mind.

"Rest well, angel boy."

She whispered with a sly smile at the door before getting out of the room and locking it from outside.

Meg was surprised with herself when she noticed the kind of things that Castiel liked and was afraid of now when he was mentally ill. By the passing of days and nights she had noticed not only the thing about the lights on in his room or the way he liked to sit beside the window better than in other angle on the bed or the chair, or the way he had grown used to her presence, the one he only knew here at the nuthouse that it was demonic just visibly by how he didn't glare at her like before. He didn't eat and Meg tried to force him to do it after realizing that his healing power was lessening and how it affected his health. He looked like he was losing weight. She forced him to open his mouth and at least try on some chicken soup and vegetables, water and juices, with not a lot of result, but even the little amount she could force upon him it wasn't enough for a normal human being to live on. Lucky for her, she was the one with the upper hand here in his care, all the other workers had enough trouble with the lady with the pillow baby and other worse cases, so nobody didn't really notice that he almost didn't eat and if he did because of her, how little he ate and why he didn't die of starvation or dehydration.

She was the one who bathed him and dressed him, brush his hair and helped him to brush his teeth and shave him when it was necessary, and helped him to go to the bathroom if he needed it, something that it didn't happen a lot in fact due to his angelic nature and it was most due to the side effects of the drugs that caused him sometimes nausea and the need to throw up. Other occasions she had to fake those visits to the bathroom to appear normal for the both of them. It was a cool thing of being an angel or a demon anyway. She was the one who moved him to sit on the chair or in the edge of the bed and from time to time she had taken him outside his room in his calmest days in a wheelchair to have a walk in the gardens. But she discovered that even when he enjoyed being out of the room and the building and breathing fresh air, he didn't like the fact to share space with other patients there and people in general. He got nervous and tense and he only calmed when she took him a little away from the conglomeration of people out there in the gardens of the nuthouse. Dr. Kadinsky wasn't in favor of giving the angel a lot of times out of his room but she always found the way to convince him. She didn't in fact do it for the angel but because she liked being outdoors too watching at the interesting and amusing spectacle of the patients gathered there. The fact that the angel enjoyed it too wasn't in her interest but at least it helped to the job of taking care of him.

He had nightmares sometimes and that was the reason he didn't like to sleep. The weird thing about it was that he trashed out in his sleep and struggled against invisible forces but his voice didn't get loud enough to cause a big disturb most of the times. So he was fighting, she knew, in his own personal sacrificial way. Other times he talked in a weird language that only she knew it was related to angels and it sounded kind of sexy in him. Sometimes, a few ones that occurred, he cried out and screamed horribly but she was capable of calming him and gave him some medication to help him to relax ordered by Dr. Kadinsky. Besides all this she noticed that he was scared of fire too. A nutcase of a man in his early twenties had set a fire on the garden once while she was with him there and Castiel had really panicked at the sight of the orange flames. She had been amused watching the man starting the fire. And by the way he liked to be outdoors and looking through the window and his reaction once when he hadn't taken his pills on time and had lost it screaming he didn't want to be inside that little room, she guessed he felt confined inside the building. Probably something related to his angelic nature, she guessed, after all he was used to more freedom and space or maybe he was just delusional. But most of the times he was lost in his own reality, trapped far away in the darkest corner of his mind, while his physical meat suit remained still and silent, with exhausted blue eyes staring at the nothingness, drifting in the vacant space in front of him, seeing things that weren't there and hearing things nobody would listen ever, sometimes shivering and looking desperate, pained and guilty, even ashamed and sad, but wanting to be solid as a rock when Meg could tell by the way his eyes locked for a second with hers that he was crumbling inwardly and that the vessel everyone here could see, even she, was just a mask to cover it. A mask that she wondered how long it was going to last against the constant struggling of his mind.

Dean and Sam Winchester talked to her on the phone from time to time. They wanted her to tell them how the angel was doing and she gave them her last report. She noticed how it was Sammy the one doing the majority of the calls and how he was on the other end of the line longer than Deano. She noticed how the older Winchester was still having trouble to forgive his former friend and deal with his appearance in their lives again, she could tell it hearing at the way his voice sounded when it was him the one making the call. Poor little Deano. Sammy was the other case, he sounded really worried and of course, guilty, because even when the angel had been the one to blame for the horror he had lived the last weeks, the younger Winchester couldn't help to feel guilty for the sacrifice Castiel had done to help him. Old good Sammy asked her again and again if the angel was doing fine, whatever the circumstances applied to fine in his case and made her assure him that he was taking good care of him. She could tell that probably Sammy could forgive the angel. But Deano was different and his case was different and his connection to the angel was deeper. But the truth at the end was that the Winchesters brothers cared in some level for the fallen and broken angel and it was good for her because till she was here keeping him secure and protected, it was keeping her the same way and after all, why would she not feel intrigued staying here? She wanted to stay to see the end of this tragic fairytale.

Today it had happened something she wasn't ready for. She had gone to "have dinner" like the common thing demanded here and when she had come back to check on the angel she had discovered that something had happened while she was absent for only fifteen fucking minutes. She could hear the angel screaming at the top of his lungs inside his room in a desperate and incoherent way, probably he was talking in that weird language again, so she sighed annoyed and angry and run to the room finding its door opened and two male nurses inside trying to calm Castiel down. This one was cornered beside the window with bars and was almost trying to melt with the walls in his attempt to get away from the men in white uniforms. He was trembling badly and breathing unevenly and his eyes were big pools of tormented waters. He was terrified. Meg came in angrily with furrowed brow and sly smirk.

"What the hell is going on, Green?"

She asked to one of the male nurses, a man in his late thirties, with red hair and blue eyes and white as the snow. He looked at her shocked at first but then swallowed hard when he noticed the glare and menacing look she was giving him.

"He was trying to break the window, we just"

"He can't broke it, asshole." She simply said cutting him off. The other male nurse raised one of his black eyebrows staring at her in a way that it told her he wanted to do her right now and there. How disgusting. Men were so easily to read. "There are bars in there and of course, the glass is special, you jerk. You should have called me, I was in the cafeteria."

"We're perfectly capable of taking care of"

"I don't give a shit." She cut him off again. This time the other male nurse named Jones with black hair, green eyes and tan skin and about the same age of the other, chuckled. This only annoyed her. "What about you, jackass? Can you talk?"

He looked dumbfounded at her and angered but before he could say something and the other who was now looking nervous could add more stupidities in his favor, Meg huffed with rage and pointed at the opened door. She noticed the syringe the one named Green had in his hand and seethed in rage.

"Get the fuck out."

They exchanged a serious glance before stepping out of the room quickly. Freaking cowards.

"And if you want to run like ladies to gossip to Dr. Kadinsky, be my guest." She said to their backs making them to stop dead on their tracks. "Don't interfere with my patients."

She let out an angered sigh and saw them turning around a corner. They weren't going to Dr. Kadinsky's office. She huffed amused. It was then that she noticed the quietness within the room and turned to the corner where the angel had looked for protection. He had been silent since she had stepped into the room and was just staring scared at her with hitching breathing and shaking body. His eyes were still huge. Meg sighed tiredly. Those stupid sort or men had messed with his job here because she knew that there wasn't anyone really with the power to calm down the angel and keep him behaving like a good little boy than her. She rolled her eyes and went to close the door before whirling around and walking forward with slow pace towards the scared angel who was staring confused and panicked at her. What they had given him? She looked at his left arm where an angry mark of the syringe was still there and it had left a little cut bleeding a little. He hadn't needed it.

"It's alright, Clarence, they're gone. Come on, let's go back to bed." She raised his hands slowly in an attempt of grabbing him but suddenly he noticed how he looked around horrified and soon knew what was wrong. It was getting darker. She sighed and serious went to flicker the lights on illuminating the small room, something that helped the angel making him to focus again in her.

"Come on, cloud hopper; don't play hard to get now."

She said with a lopsided sly smirk and using all the patience she needed now wishing to kill right now the two assholes that had dared to mess up in a very painful way. He shook his head frantically murmuring things in that language of him and for the first time she really wished to know what the hell he was saying. Being away from his hunched and tired form she grabbed him in a quick movement by the shoulders and she knew she had done wrong because two things happened then. First one, the angel gasped terrified and jerked away from her with unsteady walking turning to the window and scratching the crystal and the steely bars uselessly with utter despair and of course, hurting himself in the process. She tried then to grab him from behind hooking her arms around his chest now a little annoyed and mad but then the second thing happened. Suddenly there was a whirling wind within the four walls and she was hit by some invisible thing and soon was flying across the room and landing on her back on the cold floor. She didn't scream because she didn't want to drag attention to what was going inside the room, and she thanked that it was late and the halls outside weren't crowded as they usually were in earlier hours. And even when she didn't cried out of shock and anger and just hissed and cursed under her breath, the bad landing had taken her by surprise and it had hurt. Soon her meat suit stopped feeling the throb of pain running through it due to the hard unexpected fall and she sat down shaking her head to try to clear her mind. What the fuck…?

She glared at the angel who was still trying to break free through the window, something that it was pointless in his current state and she noticed the way the upper part of the clothes he wore, the one that patients were forced to use here, was torn apart in his back in big gashes. She narrowed her eyes as she was lifting herself from the floor slowly and highly intrigued and remained quiet and observant. Something had hit her that was for sure. But she hadn't seen anything coming and hadn't sensed it, it was quick and surprising but she had felt the strength of the thing hitting her and making her to fly across the room and land like a stupid on the floor. She tried to remember what had going on in those few seconds that it had happened and suddenly could recall the softness and tinkling sensation the thing that had smacked her had when it had touched the skin of her meat suit. She gasped shocked and curiously watched the angel's back attentive and greedily. Could it be…?

Then she could hear it, the strange noise within the room besides his hands scratching the bars and the crystal of the window and his quick gasps for breathing. There was a weird noise there with them like… the fluttering of something and she could sense the air slowly but constantly molding in the atmosphere like if it was an invisible fan whirling the air contained within the four walls. Her dark hair danced with the movement. Damn fucking overgrown pigeon, she thought as an amusing smirk stretched her red lips. She chuckled and huffed amused and very intrigued and then walked slowly to the angel who wasn't paying attention to her and she stopped mere inches away from his back. And there they were. She wasn't wrong, she had guessed right. She could feel them, because they weren't visible for her, the weight and presence of his wings attached to his back, his angelic wings and they were slightly moving forcing the feathers to make that cute sound. She didn't think it and in a quick movement from her hand she reached out and nearly touched the part of his back where she guessed the wings had sprung out. She had been so busy with her cursed curiosity that she missed the way his body stiffened and he looked at her by the corner of his pained eyes and soon he had turned around flinging his arms against her and trying to hit her letting out a scream that pierced through her ears. You're so fucking stupid, Meg, she told herself hissing angered for her own mistake. How could she forget that he wasn't to take someone touching his damn wings so easily? But she was more worried about his screaming than other thing because she didn't want anyone coming into the room now that he was with invisible grown wings attached to his back. What a way to give ourselves.

"Shut up, Clarence!" She said annoyed and angry catching his flying arms to stop him from hitting her. He was trembling and breathing heavily still wearing those blue eyes of him in that huge and panicked mood. While they were struggling she was smacked again on both her sides by the damn fluffy wings causing a little tornado inside the room. "Calm down, dammit!"

Fearing that someone soon was going to come to check out why the angel was screaming, she hissed under her breath with furrowed brow and rolling her eyes tackled him throwing him to the polished cold floor. She went down with him and soon was sitting down on top of his fallen vessel while he was with his face against the ground still screaming. She heard footsteps and voices coming closer to the door and clapped a hand over his mouth trying to muffle his screaming. The door opened then and she looked back at it with a quick movement almost breaking her human neck in the process. Jones was staring at the both with raised eyebrows on the doorway wearing a stupid mocking smirk.

"Do you need help, Nurse Masters?"

He asked ironically still furious by the way she had shoved his and his idiot friend's asses out of the room. Meg tried to hide the fact that she was keeping Castiel quiet by force and unconsciously her other hand started to caress him in a way to calm him down. She smirked wryly at the man with eyes shooting daggers.

"No, I don't remember that I had called for help, Nurse Jones."

"It seems that maybe you're not as good as you thought so."

Oh he shouldn't have said that. The demon stretched her red lips more and narrowed her dark eyes dangerously causing an immediate effect on the man. He shuffled with his feet and looked a little nervous suddenly. She always wondered if humans noticed that she wasn't one of them when she used her eyes in this way. She felt powerful.

"This is your fault. You shouldn't have given him a shot of whatever crap you put in his veins." Asshole. He took a deep breath and his face was easily to read then. He didn't like her blaming him. She noticed the way his eyes landed on her legs that were showing off more because of the way she was sat down on top of the fallen angel. Her skirt had been pulled up. What a shit idiot. They glared at each other for a moment before he shrugged smirking with mockery that set her in rage. But she cooled down and smirked back slyly.

"Suit yourself then, with the poor lunatic then."

"Sure I will." She answered back not giving him the chance to end the conversation. What a dick. He turned around seriously enraged. "And Jones?" He stopped his way out of the room with his hand on the doorknob. "Don't come in here if I don't give you permission."

She said with a sweet teasing voice and watched him go stopping her smirking and act. He closed the door and she rolled her eyes sighing tiredly. Fucking human prick. She wanted so much to rip him apart…

Suddenly she noticed that the hand that was caressing the angel had chosen not a particular part of his body. She glanced back at him and looked down a little taken aback for it. She had guessed that her hand was stroking his arm trying to ease him but instead she was touching something invisible to the eyes and that was so damn soft and were unmistakably feathers. And the feathers of course, belonged to wings. She hadn't thought it this time. She hadn't wanted to lay a finger on his wings if he didn't want to and avoided his maddening screaming. She preferred a lot more to keep him quiet than satisfying her curiosity about the freaking things. She immediately pulled her hand away like if it was touching fire. She wondered if she should pull away the hand that was clapped over his mouth fearing that he would start screaming again. But she noticed then the way he seemed calmer now. His body was still tense and shaking and his breathing was heavy but somehow his state wasn't as intense panicked as before. He was lying with the right part of his face against the cool floor and his arms folded with the palms landing on it too. Serious and intrigued she jerked her hand away from his mouth putting aside mentally her pervert thoughts about it and watched him interested. Her other hand throbbed weirdly with the lingering sensation of the feathers touching the skin. It was awkwardly weird. He didn't start screaming and was closing and opening his eyes in a constant motion as he tried to steady his uneven breathing. She remained in her spot wondering and attentive, till she knew that he had calmed down enough.

"Are you better, my little tree topper?" She couldn't help to smirk and huff and got up finding hard to move close to the angel when his invisible wings seemed to be sprung out all around. When she wasn't in top of him, Meg watched Castiel kneeling with difficulty and looking around like trying to find something desperately. She noticed the terror creeping slowly again into his face and haunting his eyes. "It's alright, Clarence. He's not real. Nothing is real, just you and me and this horrible room." She chuckled regarding him with amuse and curiosity. She knew she needed to calm him down before he had another crisis increased by the fact he had been injected with some crap. The angel focused his eyes finally on her still stance standing close to him and looking down at his fallen form and she could read again the despair in those blue eyes of his meat suit. They sometimes could talk so easily and others they were so absent she wondered if he hadn't turned blind suddenly by some sort of shit. When she noticed his agitation growing again and the way his body jumped against his will with anxiety, she hissed and knelt down with all the patience she could gather within her demonic self to no go out from the room and beat the crap out of Jones and Green and to not slap the angel out of his panic. He had appeared a lot calmer a moment ago.

"Hey, Clarence, just stop already, ok? Those two fucking bastards won't come back."

She observed seriously the way her words fell on deaf ears and thinking about what had happened since she had came into the room she dared to do the thing she had promised herself not to do again if that helped her to keep him quiet and still. She slowly leaned and reached out and probing the air to difference where his left wing was, she looked for it till she found it and her fingertips landed in the invisible feathery thing over his shoulder. She was focused in his reaction; she didn't have the will and patience to deal again with him panicking again for her stupid advances, so she observed how he just kept staring at her tilting his head slowly with distraught and somehow lost eyes. She didn't like him staring at her like that. But the little overgrown pigeon was a staring bastard, after all.

She first touched his invisible wing with her fingertips watching him closely and then dared to use her hand to stroke the feathers. The sensation was highly uncomfortable for her, she didn't feel like her skin was in fact burning but it did feel somehow warmer than the comfortable level should be for her, it was sort of hard to explain and the softness of the feathers gave her chills that run through her body making her to feel uneasy and nervous, and she guessed it was because of what she was but kept going very intrigued and amused. She wasn't going to let some girly sensations to stop her from enjoying something that she never thought it would be at her hand. When she was going to have the chance to touch the wings of a fellow enemy again so easily? The angel let his weight to fall on his folded legs after he was just kneeling and remained silent like he almost did all the time since he had taken Sam's place, Meg suspected it was his way to deal with the inferno taking its toll within his head and she kept caressing the spot of his left wing slowly finding funny how she hadn't turned it into something more suggestive but again reminding herself that she didn't need him to go into panic mood again. She didn't dare to use her other hand to touch his other wind either. She kept staring with a sly smirk and focused dark eyes at the pale and tired face of the angel. He was highly alert and she wondered why he was letting her to caress the feathers of his wing. The way his hair was combed it was different and unusual in his former self and he looked younger and more innocent, if that was possible due to his current state of mind. His blue eyes were wide and unblinking, something kind of unnerving and his mouth was partially opened and letting out a difficult breathing.

"There you go, good boy."

She sing sang stretching her smirk and stepped forward reaching out with her free arm to grab his other invisible wing but this time he reacted and stumbled backwards trembling and looking at her in terror. She could read his lips mouthing the word demon besides some others that she couldn't interpret because he was mouthing them quickly. She noticed the way her right hand was numb and throbbing uncomfortably after stroking the damn feathers, but dismissed it. She watched silently how Castiel seemed too tired to kept starting like a mad at her and let his head drop and his body tilted from side to side. She blinked chuckling and then knelt down reaching out to help him to get into bed and sleep, to wear off whatever the side effects of the shit Jones and Green had used on him had on his meat suit.

"Come on, sweetheart."

She chimed in trying to hook her arms around his chest to lift him up. He jerked away sensing her approach but couldn't move and remained there shaking. She guessed he was cold. She knew that his wings were still there and wondered when he was going to hide them. Probably he had let them out in some sort of twisted protection or defensive attack, she thought. Slowly once more just out of curiosity and wearing thin patience she reached out in the air for the left wing again and run her fingers smoothly through the soft feathers feeling again all that awkward and uneasy sensations that caused the gesture in her but ignoring them while her other arm and hand hooked around his chest with strength. This time he was so visibly exhausted that he didn't react so strongly or badly and just gasped in fear and his vessel's shaking increased.

"Sshhh" She whispered to his left ear. "I have you, Clarence, now be a good little boy and let's get you to bed, ok? Meg is getting bored and dissatisfied."

She wasn't lying but she knew what her job was here and what she needed to do even if she didn't like it to have the results she wanted in her behalf. And having the angel calm and alive, protected and secure was her job. Her fingers soon were feeling quite funny while they run through the soft feathers but she shrugged it off and waited till the angel was totally wasted to take him to bed. She kept hushing in his ear to ease him and wondered a little bored about the color of the damn fluffy feathers and about the size of the wings. She stretched her arm and hand that belonged to the fingers running through the feathers in a rhythmical and soothing way but she couldn't really tell how big the wings were out of only that inspection. She noticed amused and shocked how that gesture had eased Castiel enough to make him lay his head on her shoulder. His forehead felt clammy and cold to her skin. She had to chill out to not push him away drastically feeling really disgusted by his closeness in this particular form. A frigging cloud hopper is using me as a comfort, yuck. At least our last meetings were kind of interesting and heated. But she reminded herself again why she was here and why she had accepted this job and got up slowly taking his tired meat suit with her. He was resting all his weight on her and Meg made their way back to the bed at the center of the room dragging him easily with her not stopping the caressing of his wing and put him down not lying on his back knowing that the damn cursed wings were there still. He remained awake for a moment but totally unaware of his surrounding and lost in his own tormented world. The demon then dared to go on with his experiment and search for answers while she waited for him to fall sleep and spare her from her boredom and run her fingers through his left wing burying her hand completely in the mass of soft feathers. The sensations that the movement caused her grew and they were now tinged with a hint of pain but she went on running the length of the wing and noticed fascinated with narrowed eyes how her hand took her from the bed to the floor and away from the meat suit springing the pigeon's wings. They were big. That was for sure. Their length was something to have in account and she guessed that together the both were quite a spectacle to behold. Probably if he extended them up they could touch the ceiling or be stopped with it.

She had to stop her little experiment when she felt her hand burning and totally numb and soon was clutching the throbbing hand against her chest and massaging it with the other one to ease the uncomfortable ache. She looked down at her hand seriously grateful that at least it wasn't burned in fact. She sat down on the chair putting it close to the bed knowing she couldn't go leaving Castiel with his wings out for someone to come and find out. When she looked at his face a little furious about her hurt hand she noticed he had still his eyes opened but they were losing against his vessel's desperate need to sleep. She wanted so badly to smack him right then for playing the same old boring card each time.

"Look at this, Clarence." She motioned to her hurt hand on the healthy one. "This is my fault, actually, for being so fucking noisy but if you wing-slap me again, I'll pull out your freaking fluffy feathers and then I'll crash your pigeon's wings. Understood?"

She smirked with a dangerous glint in her eyes and amusement in her red lips. He didn't react in any way and the next time his eyes closed he didn't open them again. His breathing was even and his shaking lessened. After her hand felt better, she covered him with the blanket up to his waist, knowing that his wings were on the way and it would look weird if she pulled the cover up to his chin.

"Sleep tight, baby."