Epilogue

One Year Later

"You have the bottles, baby food jars, nappies, teething rings, change of clothes, musical quiet time teddies, sigils in place?" Castiel catalogued uneasily.

"Cas. We've been through purgatory, heaven and hell a number of times," Dean reproached, "I think we can mind a couple of angelic demon babies just for one night," he picked up the little Abaigeal from her high chair by the table. Although the child didn't necessarily need sustenance coming from food, both twins liked to experiment with the different tastes human cooking offered. "Oh, you're getting heavy," the hunter commented, referring to the fact the four months old looked and acted like a normal one year old would, her growth supported by the amount of angelic grace she inherited from her father's side.

"You know how safe the bunker is," Sam pacified on a conciliatory, gentler tone, hesitant in his approach to grab hold of Abaigeal's sister, Abrianna, even though the arrangement has been made earlier that the Winchesters were taking the never sleeping twins for one night for the first time so Megstiel could spend some time together without being watched by at least one of the girls at all times.

"Do you not trust us, still! Don't be such a mother hen," Dean groused, making Abaigeal pause in her ministrations of sucking a piece of banana in her hand and look from one to the other quizzically, corners of the mouth turning down and ready to cry.

"Dean. Watch it," Sam tried to appease everybody, picking Abrianna up so that they could leave quickly before Dean compromised their babysitting abilities altogether, "you know how she doesn't like conflict. She picks up on it so easily," the younger Winchester glared at his brother, not wanting the whole escapade to end up in disaster before it even began. He put a hand on Castiel's shoulder, "we'd protect them with our lives."

"I know that Sam," Castiel gave a small smile and held out a piece of paper to him, "this is the binding spell. You do it the moment you arrive. Abrianna can't fly yet, but you never know. Any trouble, you pray to me right away," the girls' father gave his last instructions before pressing his fingertips to the brothers' foreheads and sending them back to the bunker with his grace he got back when Lucifer overturned Metatron's short occupation over heaven. At first, he was reluctant to accept the vial containing his powers from Lucifer, Castiel would not trade any of his children for that, but then the angels' assembly decided to thank their long fallen archangel brother and allowed him back in heaven along with Michael, where the two called a truce so they could lead and support their godless breed. Then Michael even let go of Adam as he required earthly vessels no more and so Castiel became more confident that the fate of the world was changed forever and there was no harm in taking his grace back. Not to mention archangels' displeasure when their potential vessels turned out to be female. The whole matter however, didn't stop Castiel from being overprotective over the girls though. He sighed and turned towards the bedroom, where Meg was waiting for him.

"Would you have liked to unwrap your reward, or is it ok like this?" She teased, wearing nothing but thin black lace underwear and a smile that Castiel couldn't help but reciprocate. He walked over to her slowly, loosing his clothes mentally with the help of his grace one by one, naked but his own underwear by the time he reached her, climbing the bed and leaning over her for a gentle kiss.

The demon put her arms around him, pulling him towards her, her breath tickling the skin around his lips slightly, temptingly, sending an aroused shiver through him. It had always been all she had to do to rouse him, to touch him, kiss him or simply be. Castiel lips travelled downwards, to her jaw, to her neck, where he rested his head in the cosy space on her shoulder, simply lying there and enjoying being with her. A moment's thought and both their underwears were gone as well. It was the closest they could get to each other, exposed and vulnerable, without hurting each other. If he would've manifested as his grace in true form, he would've burned her in a millisecond and while he would've had to ingest some of her demonic blood or substance to die a horrific death, it wasn't without risk her taking her true form. But in their vessels, they were safe, tangled in each other, an angel and a demon, in perfect harmony.

It was her hand that started trailing first, fisting his hair, pressing her fingers into his shoulders, rubbing to his arms with insistent firmness. Gripping hard, she rolled him over with herself on top and took his bottom lip between hers. It could still be called gentle, but too teasing to resist.

In response, he ravaged her. As their kisses gradually became more demanding, Meg arched her body into his, feeling his penis harden and press against her thighs. It aggravated the need in her, it had been a while since she had him inside her. Eyes dark with lust, she straddled him, shuddering with anticipation when she saw his member springing up for attention as soon as she let her weight off it. Her hips rolled as if on their own accord, aching for closeness to his manhood. She ended up sitting on his balls, with his arching member towering to press into her lower belly. Meg looked down upon the culprit, the sight of his fully erect member making her smile, breathe deeply and reach out a playful hand to rub the exposed, smooth tip of his cock. Her head lowered towards it, her tongue wanted to savour the same sensation her fingers were savouring. But Castiel's arms went to her shoulders all of a sudden and he pushed her back up. Meg frowned, not understanding the angel's unexpected aversion to what he had always liked before.

He reached a hesitant hand to her mounds, "I'd like to figure out how to pleasure you the way you like best."

"Now you want to learn that!" She groaned, "when we haven't had sex for months? A good, forceful, hard fuck is what is needed at this point in time, Clarence."

"I apologise if my timing is less than impeccable, but you always said it was time I learnt something new and I have been watching another film over at the bunker when I was visiting the Winchesters that was clearly suggesting that delaying gratification through teasing enhances the enjoyment," he pressed the heel of his palm on her vagina and flicked one finger into the slick heat of her opening. Meg thrust forward, closing her eyes. She would've preferred his thick, hard penis at this point in time, but the clenching, pressing finger was enough to make her walls tighten with the need of his seed inside her.

Castiel understood as much and added two additional fingers that he slid in and out of her, thumb covering and pressing the top end of her vagina while his tongue moved from her nipples downwards. At times like this, he wished he could use his grace. If what Balthazar said was anything to go by, grace could be used to elicit sexual sensations in the other partner exceeding those relying purely on human senses. But he couldn't risk that with a demon, so he had to learn the proper way. It didn't mean he couldn't use his own celestial senses to gauge her reactions however. Making sure he covered all angles of every centimetre of her outer and inner lips and reached as far as his fingertips allowed, he watched fascinated how his touch sent her gasping and little shivers and shocks through her. Squirming, she grabbed for his penis desperately and the thrumming of her insides round his fingers became more intense. Castiel was sure he got her, she would orgasm any moment, and what's more, he knew how to get her there, quick and easy like Sunday morning.

"Shit, shit, Clarence, not there!" He felt another thug on his penis and realised he had failed her for cumming everywhere just watching her pleasure. But Meg didn't let his hardness go to waste, pushed him back and quickly positioned herself over him.

Castiel had to realise he was not much more knowledgeable of the act of copulating any more than he ever was as the wonders of her tight, moist pussy slammed down on his cock. The angel gave a stuttery, groaning attempt to voice her name, breath coming out in short gasps as his brained ceased to acknowledge anything but the language of bodies. Above him, she was beautiful, breasts bouncing, curves arching, her black hair hallowed by the light coming from the window behind her.

As if shaking, Meg moved up and down on him, bracing herself on her hands and knees, with a hurried, desperate rhythm, yet he was still compelled to raise his hips into her and demand a senseless, impractical "faster.." in between gasps. He wanted swallowed by her and be one, not know where one began or ended. Castiel never wanted these moments to end, but his hot semen was all spurted out for the moment, making him shake with the exertion he had not been aware he made. He pushed forward one more time, teeth gritted, trying to prolong the experience, mirroring Meg's actions who at the same time was clenching her pelvic muscles with conscious effort to keep his softening member inside her. She smiled, leaning down on his chest with a contented expression like a pacified tiger.

"Let's try that again," Castiel whispered, stroking her breasts. There were plenty more pleasure points for him to explore. It was good to have the stamina of an angel.

The End.