Some Angel Food Cake

Some Angel Food Cake

By Danyealle

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For Shadow; 'cause she wanted some Cas/Meg smuts. Enjoy, Shadow!

 

I don't own Supernatural and make no money off this short work of PWP.

 

Something of a side-story to Sympathy for the Devil. Just a short, smut-filled encounter between Castiel and Meg.

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Standing in the room that they used to gather in on the top floor, Castiel just gazed out the window to watch the sun rise. Despites seeing it many times, the angel was always fascinated by the colors changing as the first light of the new day shone. It was, after all, beautiful. Because he didn't sleep like the others did, he was rather bored. One could, he found out, only watch that television thing for so long before you needed something else to do. Now, well, he was going to wait here for Dean and Bobby to wake so he had someone to talk to.

 

Standing there, staring at the sky, he listened to the noises around him. There wasn't much besides the birds outside and other creatures that woke with the sun. Inside, what he heard was the staff that resided here starting the morning meal, cleaning and the other things that they always took care of. He assumed, since he had seen them before, that there were a few around that were going to check on him and the others to ensure they were where they belonged. If things went according to pattern, one of them would be poking their head in here shortly to do that with him. As he was used to it, he tended to ignore such visits anymore. After all, it was normal by now. They, too, tended to say nothing to him. At first, there had been some jabs about what he was and the defeat of his brother but now, since he hadn't responded, or that Lucifer had put a stop to it, they said nothing. The only one who tended to say anything to him was Meg.

 

It seemed, at least to him, that she found him somewhat fascinating in a way. That was fine and, for once, he understood it because he found her fascinating as well. He didn't know why that was either. She was, after all, a demon, one who had gone out of her way to verbally harass him in the past. How she felt about him had been fairly well known and spoken about to him several times. So, why was it he found her such a fascinating creature? That he didn't understand but it was there. There was even something that he could only describe, pulling from things he encountered on that television thing, as arousal when it came to her. In fact, if he were around her enough, he seemed to find her so alluring that Jimmy's nether regions reacted to what he was feeling. It was... confusing.

 

Focusing back on the colors of the sky as they shifted into the pleasing palette of the sunrise, he forced his thoughts away from that uncomfortable area and onto other things that came, randomly, to him. It wouldn't do to even ponder pursuing something such as that. He was certain that, because of his vessel, he could manage it but wasn't sure how to even go about starting, let alone completing, such a thing. He had seen snippets of such things on the television but since he had issues with telling what was real and what wasn't, he was leery of going by that. No, it was best to think of something else.

 

Just as he had focused on something else, his mind locked on it, the whole uncomfortable topic of the female demon pushed to the back of his mind, he heard the door to the room open. As always, he turned to look and see who it was. Normally, just so he would place the face of the being checking up on him, he would then be at ease and go back to whatever it was he was doing. But, this time, the object of his earlier thoughts was standing there, grinning at him.



“Well, good morning there, Clarence! All by your lonesome I see!” Meg said, grinning, stepping into the room further. “Fancy seeing you here!”

 

Facing the she-demon, Cas intoned, “Good morning, Meg.” Beyond that, he didn't know what to say to her. His thoughts about her were so conflicted that he wasn't sure what to do.

 

“I know it's uncouth but... see? I told you that you cloud hopping pansy's would lose! My father rules, Clarence!” She grinned, stepping closer to him.

 

“That he does,” Castiel conceded with a nod. He didn't think it would help anything at all if he engaged in a verbal war with her so he wasn't going to take the bait she was offering him. Instead, he spent his time perusing her vessel, something he found to be quite easy on the eyes. He just hoped that it wasn't too noticeable to her was all. After all, he didn't have much experience in doing such things.

 

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Stepping closer to the angel, Meg looked at him, sarcastic grin firmly in place like it always was when she was in his presence. Like many of her kind, she found the angels to be fascinating since they hadn't really been around them much. As Castiel was here all the time, she took her time to study him as much as she could. But, for her, there was some kind of niggling there that went beyond curiosity. It had been there for quite some time she just kept it at bay. But, now, it was more at the forefront than most times. That didn't bother her though. Shit, it didn't bother her at all! And the boss didn't give a fuck about it either as long as the precious little winged one wasn't injured.

 

Taking a discreet sniff of things, she sensed some arousal coming from the angel and couldn't help but grin a little more at it. With Asmodeus around, even if he didn't have the juice turned on then directed at them, everyone was affected by it. It appeared even Castiel was. And it was her that seemed to draw his attention. Shit, that didn't bother her in the least! It could be fun, as a matter of fact. As far as she knew, none of the demons had ever screwed an angel so it would be interesting. Besides, with the Lord of Lust about, she had been itching to have some fun. Cas, here, could provide that. It just meant that she was going to have to make the first move and do the directing was all since angels didn't tend to know this part of things.

 

Stopping in front of him, she grabbed the always askew tie he wore at all times then tugged on it pulling him closer. Grinning slightly, she leaned in a little closer, until they were almost nose to nose, before saying, “My, my, my... the angel seems to like me!”

 

Like always, being truthful about it since he really didn't lie well, Cas told her, “I don't know if it would qualify as like.”

 

Running the silk tie through her fingers, the she-demon chuckled, “Alright, maybe it isn't really a like thing. How about we call it I arouse you.”

 

Swallowing, Cas just looked at her, saying nothing, not sure if he should admit to it or not. After all, angels weren't supposed to feel such a thing anyway, let alone for a demon.

 

Sensing a chance to have some fun, Meg wasn't going to let it drop. Keeping a firm hold on his tie, she started pulling him toward the door while all but leering at him. “Come on, Clarence, let's go to your room and see what kind of fun we can have.”

 

Though part of him was saying there was no way he should go, that nothing good would come of the encounter, Castiel was far too curious to let the chance pass him by so he let Meg lead him out of the room by the tie. During the short walk to his bedroom door, he was running though his head all the things he had seen on that television thing about human sexuality. Though there was a great deal of it he had seen, there seemed to be some themes that went throughout all of them and the start of the act was the same except for positions. Maybe, if he did that and went from there, it would work out. At least he hoped it would because, honestly, he was anxious to try it to see how it felt. The part of him that was still Jimmy, though feeling guilt because this wasn't his wife, seemed to be anticipating the act so he hoped that part would assist as he needed it.

 

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Once inside the angel's room, Meg shut then locked the door, not wanting to be disturbed. After trying to form a plan as to how to go about this, she turned around to face him but found herself all but slammed up against the wall by the angel. Before she could even blink, his mouth was on hers in a slightly awkward, but passionate, kiss. That worked for her and she decided to go with the flow. If he wanted to go about it this way, she would let him and just coax him along if he had problems. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back, prying his mouth open with hers and letting her tongue slide in his mouth.

 

Though this was something he was certain would be frowned on, Cas was actually enjoying it. The sensations were something that he was finding to be quite pleasurable! And he wanted more. He wanted to push it further.

Scanning Jimmy's memories of past encounters, he didn't see a situation like this in them. Mostly the couplings with his wife had been in a bed. But, quickly, he found a fantasy that was similar. Blending what was there with what he had seen on the television, he thought he knew what he should be doing.

 

Pressing her tightly to the wall, mouth locked with hers, one of the angel's hands slipped up under the short skirt she was wearing. As he anticipated, he encountered those undergarments women wore called panties. Hooking a couple fingers into them, he tugged them down, trying to get them off her.

 

Understanding what he was going for, Meg wiggled around to assist him, shimming enough that he was able to get them down the thin legs of the meatsuit she was wearing then kicked them aside. Pushing on his chest slightly while keeping her lips locked on his, she fumbled with the belt he wore, getting it undone then the pants. Reaching in, she pulled out the cock of his vessel and stroked it a few times, feeling it throb in her palm.

Groaning in her mouth at the unfamiliar sensations, Cas began to thrust into her hand a couple times as the pressure built. But that wasn't enough. He wanted something else. What he wanted was to be inside her the way they showed on the television and how he had seen in Jimmy's memories. There was something about that bestial act that was calling to him and he planned to heed the siren song.

 

Pressing her tightly to the wall, he lifted her up slightly. When he felt her legs wrap around his vessel's waist, he pressed the hips inward, encountering the wetness that was between the legs of the body she was wearing. The smell of the arousal hit his nose and he found it quite pleasing. Though he wanted to savor it for a while, Jimmy's body was calling for something else. Taking the hint, he held her firmly to the wall, mouth locked with hers while he, with one hand, grasped the hardened flesh of his vessel then guided it towards what he knew was the slitted opening of the female Meg was wearing.

 

Feeling it touch the heat and wetness, he groaned loudly in her mouth but pressed onwards, breeching the entrance and sinking Jimmy's cock fully inside her. Once buried, he let the instinct that was there take hold and began to thrust, pinning her to the wall with his weight while he did.

 

Meg, honestly, was liking this. There was no finesse to the act at all. It was more of an instinctual rut than anything else. That was fine with her! She didn't care since it felt great! Content to let him go, she clung tightly to him so she didn't fall then slipped one hand between their bodies and began to rub the clit of her vessel. Hell, she planned to feel all the sensations from this since she didn't know if it was something that would ever be repeated. Though, like most vessels, hers was aware of what was going on, well, on some level anyway, and it appeared it was responding to the act so she was going for maximum pleasure with it. Rubbing faster as his hips picked up speed, she pulled away, gasping and panting, adoring the almost electric sensations that seemed to dance up and down the nerves of the body.

 

Panting heavily, relishing in the sensations from the act, Cas locked his gaze with Meg's face as the hips of his vessel seemed to continue to thrust on their own, picking up speed and strength as they did. It was an act that felt amazing. He was quickly figuring out why humans seemed so obsessed with it. As he thrust, a heavy throb deep in Jimmy's belly made itself known, radiating what felt like liquid fire, of a pleasurable kind, through the rest of it. Taking that as some kind of signal that the end was coming, Cas leaned forward and crushed his mouth back down on Meg's, kissing her passionately as his hips followed the rhythm dictated by the body. Grunting into her mouth, he clutched her tightly as he pounded into her. Then, suddenly, that throb seemed to almost explode and the body danced with sensations as wave after wave of pleasure seemed to radiate through it then the seed he had heard so much about spilled into Meg while he rode out the wave that engulfed him.

 

Finger working faster on her clit, Meg was groaning into his mouth as she clutched him tightly, hips bucking slightly. Since he really didn't know what he was doing, she wasn't surprised that the end came so quickly. But that was fine. It wasn't going to take her much either. As he ground into her, she found her peak. Breaking off the kiss, her head dropped back against the wall and she panted out his name as her hips bucked, grinding onto the cock buried deep in her pussy. Oh yes, definitely a good thing!

 

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After Meg had left when the coupling was done, Cas took a quick shower to get the smell off of him. Though he probably noticed it more than Dean or Bobby would, he didn't want to take the chance of them smelling it and asking questions. After dressing again, he stood at the window and looked out. But his mind was on what had just taken place. Now he could honestly say that he understood the fascination with the act and hoped that there would be more such encounters in the future.

 

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