She wasn't sure when she started loving him.

Maybe when he was crazy and treated her like his care giving princess.

Maybe when he'd thrown her over the holy fire and walked on her.

Or maybe it'd been when he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her. The pizza man incident.

Whichever it was, Meg truthfully didn't care when she'd started loving him, She didn't really realize she'd loved him until he was patching up her wounds. The day she died.

Meg was not afraid of death.

Not even death by Crowley.

She was a demon, the only thing demons were afraid of was being tortured, and even then they kept they fear to a minimum. Meg was afraid of two things though. Torture, and Castiel. Her magical unicorn that was washing away the taint on her soul that made her the demon that she was.

It wasn't fair.

"I think I might like you, Clarence." She told him, her head tilted. Demons could, or at least attempt to, be cute, too. "I think I may like you, too, Meg." The angel's voice was deep, and he said her name with purpose, as though he was determined not to be like her and say the wrong name. He made her want to laugh, cry. Those feelings alone made her want to puke in her mouth a little. The pizza man incident, was her favorite with him.

Her back pressed against the wall and his hands roughly entwined with her hair. His lips were soft, and when he let her down she was confused, but she let nothing show. "What was that?" She questioned, the Winchesters, with their extra dumb faces that implied they were asking the same question, stared pointedly at Castiel as well. "I learned that from the pizza man." He answered, in a slightly small voice. She wanted to laugh at him, maybe even sneer a little.

God, Meg wanted to go back to there.

Instead she was blonde, bloody, about to die, and fighting Crowley while the Winchesters drove away with the angel tablet. "Take care of my unicorn." She'd told Sam.

And she'd meant it.