He found the whole thing incredibly stupid.

Movie/television nights were something he hadn't subscribed to, and if he knew it came with the package, he was sure he would have denied the entire affair.

"I do not understand," he sad after a while, adjusting his head from her lap. She was sitting under him, his coat loose from his back as a blanket and her back arched slightly against the arm of the Men of Letter's couch. "Why does she put so much faith in him? It makes no sense."

"It's just a movie, Cas."

"I thought you said movies wouldn't kill me."

"You get that sass from Dean, don't you?"

He didn't answer her, instead, snuggling closer to her. He liked it when they just sat there, not really doing anything, Meg engrossed in her movies and Castiel not paying any attention.

And he thought sex was the best part of their relationship.

During the day when neither of them had something to do, they would usually end up here, Meg showing him the jewels of modern and classic movies and Castiel barely able to follow the plot lines.

But he didn't mind, really. Meg was really nice and shared a candy called licorice with him while he watched, so it wasn't all bad.

Except she chose horrible movies.

Castiel didn't exactly know if he had a "taste" but obviously Nicholas Sparks and The Notebook wasn't it.

Though they rarely watched anything he wanted anyway.

Usually when Meg became so engrossed in the movie that she ignored him, Castiel would feel that slight tinge of jealously, something he never knew he had until she stopped paying him attention.

Which was what was happening right now.

Watching her face the screen, Castiel quietly pushed his coat back and rolled onto his stomach, and pushed himself up to her face. "Meg."

"Not now," she shushed him by shoving a licorice stick in his mouth.

Undeterred by her rejection, Castiel spit out the stick and proceeded to kiss the crook of her neck, his stubble tickling her neck.

"Cas," Meg purred, pushing him off her, but then he came back, pressing his lips against her until she turned to face him. "What?"

"You're ignoring me."

"I always ignore you," she bit her lip while he kept on kissing, adjusting them both so that she was completely facing him. "What's one hour gonna change?"

He instead kept going, forcing her to tear her eyes from her movie and kiss him back. Meg was rolling back his suit while his hands fumbled for the remote, shutting off the TV.

—

Covered with nothing but his trench coat, Castiel was beginning to understand why she like this movie.

Somewhat.

Meg was still breathing heavy in front of him, the tiny demon warping her hand around his and resting her head on his arm.

"Fuck, Clarence," she muttered, "You made me miss the entire fucking movie."

"Oh, that's bad, then?" he rested behind her neck, feeling the demon move under him and kick him in the knee with her foot.

"Just shut up and watch the ending."

He didn't care for it all, to be honest, but he did as she said, watching it to the end, until Meg rolled around under him for another go.