strangers when we met

3

Being the Queen of Hell certainly had a lot more perks than she'd thought. For example, normal demons could only escape Hell by squeezing through its gates, which were always just slightly ajar. Yes, some of them had been blown wide open in the latest years, especially when Lucifer had been running things, but for normal demons, it was that or being summoned by a human.

To her, however, the gates seemed a little wider. Wide enough that she only had to thought it, and there she was now, sitting in her chair in the middle of the Arizona desert, with the blue sky stretching for miles above her head and the sun beating down on her, nowhere near where she wanted to be.

She still took a moment to place her hand on her swollen belly and breathe in the clean, hot air around her.

"This is what I want for you," she told her daughter. "I want this world to be yours."

She got a soft kick for a reply. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and thought of Castiel. She thought of him like she hadn't allowed herself to in months.

She thought of his face, always scrunched up in a too serious expression, his lips so full and always so warm, the stubble of his cheek scraping against her skin. His hands were big and gentle when they touched her body, but they could become just the right amount of rough with the right coaxing. His body was always warm and firm against hers, his grace, depleted as it was, still thrumming just beneath the surface, just powerful enough for Meg to feel it when she snuggled up against him...

The hollow sound of a plastic cup hitting the ground made her open her eyes.

"Meg?!" Sam shouted, staring at her with eyes wide open and his jaw slacked.

Meg looked around. She was on what seemed to be the parking of a rundown motel in the middle of Nowhere, USA. The Impala was to her right and Sam was standing right in front of her, with a puddle of coffee growing at his feet.

She ignored his surprised to go straight to what interested her.

"Let me guess, the room is demon-proofed," she said. "Seriously, Sam? I'm trying not to take it personally, but I thought we were old pals by now."

Sam still didn't react.

"You..." he started, but the door swung open and Castiel stepped outside.

"Meg!" he called out. In two swift strides, he was by her side, kneeling in front of her chair so they'd be face to face. Without a second of hesitation, he put a hand on the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Meg melted against him with a sigh. She didn't realize... she had been so busy, she hadn't noticed how much she'd missed this, his touch, his kisses, his face...

Of course, that was a lie. She had forbidden herself to think about him, because she was afraid her thoughts would betray her and reveal to her new subjects just how pathetic their Queen of Hell actually was.

She put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away, ignoring the way her stomach was fluttering and her heart was beating faster.

"Well, I guess I don't have to ask if you missed me."

"I was worried," Castiel admitted, with that earnestness that was so typical of him. "I was afraid your plan hadn't worked and..."

"Oh, it worked out," Meg said, smirking. "You're looking at the new Queen of Hell. And her heir apparent."

"That's what I was...! I didn't...!" Sam intervened. He stopped babbling and pinched his nose for a second. "How are you this pregnant? You were gone for two days!"