Half an hour passed by where Cas stared at the ceiling and Dean tried to talk to him. The door opened and Meg entered.
“It’s my turn” she said difficult. Dean pretended not to hear her and stayed where he was. But Cas had heard Meg’s voice and lifted up his head. He cast Dean a begging look and tried to free his hand again. But it was as if their hands were glued on to each other’s. Sam grabbed Dean’s wrist and separated the two.
“Come on, we’ll wait outside” he said and he dragged Dean out of the room.
Meg walked towards the bed and crawled next to Cas. Cas searched for her hand and squeezed it.
“Don’t do that again” he said sad.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you so bad” Meg thought he was talking about the acid.
“I mean leaving me with Dean” Cas clarified.
“Dean’s your best friend, Cas” Meg said slowly. “He cares for you”
Cas shook his head. “No. Keep him away from me” he begged terrified.
“Ssshh” Meg hushed as if she was talking to a baby. She pulled Cas’ head against her breasts and caressed his hair. “You won’t ever have to see him again. I promise” she whispered. She lay her hands on his scarred back and Cas cringed.
“I’m sorry” Meg gasped as Cas looked up. She reached for his face and gently touched his scars. She kissed each one of them, while her finger slid over his chest. “I can make you forget about the pain. If you want me to”
Cas lay back down as Meg’s fingers slid further down. She opened his belt and started stroking his cock. Cas grabbed the mattress as he moaned from pleasure. Meg leaned forward and pressed her lips against his to mute the sound. Her movements accelerated as did Cas’ breathing, until Meg felt something wet and sticky on her hand. She removed her hand and wiped it at the sheets. Then she lay her head on Cas’ chest.
“Meg” Cas said, sounding scared to death. Meg lifted her head and saw the terrified gleam in Cas’ eyes. “He’s waking up. Lucifer’s waking up” Meg sat up and stared at Cas, frozen. “Meg, please, he’ll just continue torturing me. Don’t let it start over” Cas begged. Meg turned around, so Cas wouldn’t see her face. Lucifer had promised them an hour. She’d gotten scarcely ten minutes.
“Make it stop, Meg. I don’t want to hurt anymore” Cas cried in panic.
Meg stood and walked to the chair where her jacket lay. She conjured the angel sword Anna had given her while she had been waiting outside. She clenched her fingers around the knife and walked hesitantly back toward Cas. She stopped a few inches away from the bed. Cas stood and closed the space between them. He took her armed hand with both hands and moved it upward until it reached his chest.
“Do it” he said afraid, but determined.
Meg swallowed and threw her free arm around his neck. Cas felt tears dripping on his sore skin and Meg bowed to his hear.
“I love you” she whispered, before stabbing Cas’ heart. As a white light escaped Cas, he fell on his knees. Meg, holding onto him, fell with him.