22"I feel so...clean." I wonder how clean I'd feel if- NO! No no no. Where did that come from? Come on, girl. He's an angel. You're a demon. He's probably a virgin anyway. Oooh, corrupting an angel- NO! Kill the hellhounds, maybe survive, then you can think about double-sided blasphemy. "Okay, Gotta go."
"Whoa, whoa, is that gonna work on a hellhound?"
Dear God I hope so. "Well, we're about to find out. Run." Did I just pray to God? Oh Clarence, what did you do to me?
"You know, you're sticking that thing in all the wrong places."
"Really? You sure were squealing."
I wonder why. "Knock yourself out. It's a host body. Some girl from Cheboygan, moved to LA to be an actress. It's probably not even the worst thing that ever happened to her." Although it's probably the dirtiest place it's happened. This place is disgusting. I'll definitely need a shower when I get out. Or a new host. AAAAAAHHH THAT HURTS LIKE A SON OF A BITCH! Oooh, good. "Hahahahahaha!"
"What are you laughing at?"
"Dean Winchester's behind you, meatsack." Maybe I should thank them later...wait, what? No. No way did I just think that. Clarence, I think you really did a number on my brain. First I feel cleaner than I have in centuries, now you got me wantin' to thank the humans? Damn, Cas. You have definitley fried my brain.
Good thing I got outta there quick. Deanie had that look in his eye. Well well, cookie for Clarence. The avenging angel with the baby blues. ...Maybe another kiss wouldn't be such a bad thing. Just a little clean-up. I wouldn't even have to break in a new meat suit.
Meg heard Sam the Soulless tell Castiel to kill all the monsters in the prison. When he winged away, Meg followed. She waited silently until he was finished, then approached him.
"Hey there, Clarence," she said, waving his angel knife. "I think ya missed one."
Cas looked at her, confused. "I've killed all of the monsters that were held prisoner here."
Meg smirked. "I meant me, Angel Boy." She tossed the long knife from one hand to another. "Although I'd appreciate it if you didn't, I would understand if you did. Kill me, that is." She looked him in the eye. Those baby blues. Suddenly she wanted to kiss him again. "But if you do kill me...I have one last request."
Castiel wondered what a demon would ask an angel for a last request. "And what would that request be?"
Meg took a few steps forward, almost nose to nose with him. "A nice...long...shower."
Cas frowned. "A shower-?" He barely voiced his confusion before her lips were on his. It didn't take very long before he got over his confusion and kissed her back. All of the feelings he had felt earlier came crashing back. He pushed her against the wall and lost himself in the tide of endorphins. He never felt Meg slide the knife back in it's sheath, but he did feel her hands slide up his chest and into his hair. She pulled away, but only to whisper in his ear, "If you could maybe zap us somewhere cleaner and more comfortable...?" She punctuated with a little nibble to his ear. "I want my shower to be hot."