Chapter Text
Meg was nervous. Meg never got nervous, making her even more annoyed at herself for agreeing to go on this thing. How Aunt Abbadon had convinced her to go on a blind date with one of her friends son was beyond Meg’s comprehension. Meg was still unsure if she should even go through with it, but she knew she would catch hell from her aunt if she blew this guy off. Ok, ok, Meg thought, walking into the small coffee shop, this guy is supposed to be wearing a trench coat, that’s all I know. Spotting a trench coat on the back of a chair, she steeled herself and walked over, clearing her throat before speaking, “You wouldn’t happen to be Castiel?”
The man sitting in the chair stood up and it took Meg’s breath away just a bit. Towering over her with a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen almost made Meg take a step back. Even having just met this guy, she knew intense would be a charitable way to describe him. However, Meg felt a kind of warmth flowing out of him. Even with that strong, intense stare, she could see the genuine happiness that she was here, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at her. Maybe this won’t be awful….
Meg almost squeaked at how deep Castiel’s voice was when he greeted her, “Hello, Meg. It is lovely to meet you.
Meg had to stifle a giggle at how stiff and formal this guy was. Named after an angel, not surprising I guess. Putting on her sweetest smile, she graciously accepted the chair he pulled out for her before diving into the question burning in her mouth, “So the parents were bible freaks huh?”
Meg felt her heart flutter a bit at his laugh. Something deep and rumbling but still so full of life. Castiel gave her a small smile before responding, “I’m surprised you know it. Most people just ask if my parents hated me for such a strange name. That’s when I tell them about Hael.”
"Well when your dad is named Azazel you learn old bible names pretty quickly."
Castiel gave another small chuckle before just looking at Meg. My god, this woman is incredible. Castiel was not new to this, and had certainly seen his fair share of gorgeous women, but Meg was something else. From her dark, soft curling hair to those deep, soft brown eyes she was something else. Even looking past all that, Castiel knew that she would be a firecracker. How smokey her laugh was, the way she would click her teeth after a particularly brutal or sarcastic quip. Castiel knew he was in trouble, but didn’t mind one bit.
Meg was surprised to find herself having fun. Often times these thing go so poorly, but not this time. The conversation flowed easily, Castiel was funnier than she thought someone so formal would be and she had this warm little ball in the pit of her stomach every time he looked at her. It almost made Meg blush, but she was Meg Masters. Meg Masters did not blush.
At least not until cute, incredible blue eyed boys with the name of an angel told her how wonderful she looked and how nice of a time he was having with her. Trying to shake herself out of it, she realized that they had been talking for almost two hours and it was dark out. Cocking one eyebrow at him, she asked, “I think they are about to close up Clarence. What do we do then?”
Castiel furrowed his brow, “Who is Clarence?”
Meg’s smoky laughter filled the near empty shop, giving Castiel butterflies. She gave him a warm smile and said, “Alright feathers, that settles it. Come on back to my place I have a movie to show you.”
Walking out of the shop, Meg cursed at not bringing a jacket, shivering slightly in the near winter chill. Feeling something heavier slip over her shoulders, she blushed again when she realized Castiel had slipped his trench coat over her. Throwing caution the the wind, Meg slipped her arm around his, leaning slightly into him. Making a small, happy sound that she prayed Castiel hadn’t heard, Meg unconsciously snuggled a bit more into the beacon of warmth that Castiel was giving off on the slow walk back to her apartment.
A light dusting of snow began to fall, but the happy couple were too engrossed in each other to notice. All that could be heard as they slowly strolled down the street was a gruff voice, some smoky laughter and two people utterly lost in the start of something wonderful.