Meg knew one thing, and that was that it was too damn early in the morning to be getting up. She groaned and turned over, shying away for the light in favor of curling up in her soft duvet for a few more hours, burying her face in a pillow when she heard the door.
“Are you still sleeping?” Castiel asked her, voice soft.
“Yes.”
“If you were truly sleeping, you would be unable to--”
“Cas, I swear.”
His expression fell, and he was quiet for several moments. “How much longer, do you think?”
“What?”
“I just. I would like to show you something.”
Meg sighed. Damn it all if he didn’t manage to sound like a kicked puppy at every turn. She reminded herself of how hard this all was for him, humanity and the loss of his wings, rolling out of bed and bundling herself in a blanket as she trudged after him. When she reached the living room, her face twisted into a scowl. “Really?”
Castiel was still smiling. He was quite pleased with the arrangement, and he’d gotten up very early to be the first person at the tree park, choosing the largest and lushest tree that would fit into their small apartment. He’d chosen a selection of ornaments from the closest store and had already strung the tree with colourful flashing lights, simply because he was told that putting the lights on was decidedly not a fun part. He practically skipped across the room, picking up a box of decorative crystal orbs and holding them up hopefully.
“We’re going to decorate.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“I am not ‘kidding you’. Oh, and there is this as well.” He rummaged through his shopping bag and produced a bag of shiny tinsel.
Meg just stared at him. “I need a cup of coffee.”
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Castiel said, gliding past her into the kitchen.
He looked so happy that it made Meg’s teeth hurt, but more troubling than that was the way it made her heart flutter after every other beat or so. This was as excited as Castiel had been about anything since he’d lost his grace and really, truly fallen. Meg sighed. At least there were waffles.
They passed an entire day decorating the tree. Castiel would place an ornament, frown, put it somewhere else, shake his head, and put it back in the first place time and time again.
“Cas, it’s fine there.”
“I don’t want it to be fine,” he huffed, giving her a wide-eyed, earnest look. “I want it to be perfect for you.”
It was getting really hard not to smile.
She leaned on his shoulder when they stood back, watching the twinkling lights against the falling darkness. “It’s almost perfect,” Meg whispered.
“Almost?”
“What are you going to put on top?”
“Oh. I bought a star.”
She shook her head. “It’s supposed to be an angel.”
Castiel frowned in return. “But I bought a star…”
Meg shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to shove you up there, Clarence.”
“I am not an angel anymore,” he whispered, voice solemn and a little choked. He opened his eyes when he felt her warm arms around his waist.
“You’re still my angel, Cas.”
He smiled. “And you are mine.”
Meg snorted, but she turned her face up to kiss his lips in favor of pointing out that she was the furthest thing in all of creation from an angel. There’d be no talking Cas out of it anyway. Really, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
Fill: Team Castiel/Lucifer, O Christmas Tree
Meg knew one thing, and that was that it was too damn early in the morning to be getting up. She groaned and turned over, shying away for the light in favor of curling up in her soft duvet for a few more hours, burying her face in a pillow when she heard the door.
“Are you still sleeping?” Castiel asked her, voice soft.
“Yes.”
“If you were truly sleeping, you would be unable to--”
“Cas, I swear.”
His expression fell, and he was quiet for several moments. “How much longer, do you think?”
“What?”
“I just. I would like to show you something.”
Meg sighed. Damn it all if he didn’t manage to sound like a kicked puppy at every turn. She reminded herself of how hard this all was for him, humanity and the loss of his wings, rolling out of bed and bundling herself in a blanket as she trudged after him. When she reached the living room, her face twisted into a scowl. “Really?”
Castiel was still smiling. He was quite pleased with the arrangement, and he’d gotten up very early to be the first person at the tree park, choosing the largest and lushest tree that would fit into their small apartment. He’d chosen a selection of ornaments from the closest store and had already strung the tree with colourful flashing lights, simply because he was told that putting the lights on was decidedly not a fun part. He practically skipped across the room, picking up a box of decorative crystal orbs and holding them up hopefully.
“We’re going to decorate.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“I am not ‘kidding you’. Oh, and there is this as well.” He rummaged through his shopping bag and produced a bag of shiny tinsel.
Meg just stared at him. “I need a cup of coffee.”
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Castiel said, gliding past her into the kitchen.
He looked so happy that it made Meg’s teeth hurt, but more troubling than that was the way it made her heart flutter after every other beat or so. This was as excited as Castiel had been about anything since he’d lost his grace and really, truly fallen. Meg sighed. At least there were waffles.
They passed an entire day decorating the tree. Castiel would place an ornament, frown, put it somewhere else, shake his head, and put it back in the first place time and time again.
“Cas, it’s fine there.”
“I don’t want it to be fine,” he huffed, giving her a wide-eyed, earnest look. “I want it to be perfect for you.”
It was getting really hard not to smile.
She leaned on his shoulder when they stood back, watching the twinkling lights against the falling darkness. “It’s almost perfect,” Meg whispered.
“Almost?”
“What are you going to put on top?”
“Oh. I bought a star.”
She shook her head. “It’s supposed to be an angel.”
Castiel frowned in return. “But I bought a star…”
Meg shrugged. “Guess we’ll have to shove you up there, Clarence.”
“I am not an angel anymore,” he whispered, voice solemn and a little choked. He opened his eyes when he felt her warm arms around his waist.
“You’re still my angel, Cas.”
He smiled. “And you are mine.”
Meg snorted, but she turned her face up to kiss his lips in favor of pointing out that she was the furthest thing in all of creation from an angel. There’d be no talking Cas out of it anyway. Really, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.