Murder Mayhem

Chapter 15

Five days pass, five days, before Dean actually sees Meg for himself. He and Cas are at the store, Christmas shopping. Due to their breakup, they hadn't cared much for anything, not even realizing that Christmas was coming up. Now that they are back together, they are able to focus on something other than wallowing in self pity.

"Oh no," Cas gasps, ducking behind the clothing rack they were just passing.

"What?" Dean immediately scans their surroundings, spotting a familiar face. Meg Masters is at a rack of women's shirts, talking with another woman.

Dean growls to himself, but he also has to try hard to contain his excitement. She's here, Dean finally has his chance. He just needs to find the right time, the right place, the perfect opportunity.

"Come on, let's of back this way." Dean ushers Cas back the way they came, not being seen by the woman Cas wants to avoid.

"She keeps texting me," Cas sighs. "She even sent me the number of the room she's staying in," Cas sighs.

"Did she now?" Dean asks casually.
"Yeah, number 10," Cas says darkly. "I don't know what to do about her."

"Just ignore her, she will lose interest when she realizes you don't want her."  Dean pats Cas' hand. They pay for their items and head to Dean's place. Cas' gold Continental is in the drive, looking at home there.  Dean has been thinking a lot about how everything about Cas looks at home in Dean's house.

While he and Cas wrap presents and watch Nightmare Before Christmas, Dean's mind is solely focused on his plan to kill Meg.

"Do you think it's going to snow?" Cas asks aloud.

"Hmm, maybe," Dean responds absent mindedly.

"Christmas is in like a week, I hope it snows by then." Cas sighs.

Dean nods, though he isn't listening completely. 

The next week, they get any last minute presents, but mostly stay in Dean's house, warmed by each other's body heat and comfy blankets. Dean doesn't like how all the movies they watch are cheery and bright, not really his thing.

On Christmas eve, after a round of hot and sweaty sex, they are laying in bed cuddling.

"So do you think Santa is going to be bringing you presents?" Cas jokes as Dean holds him.

"Of course not, I'm on the naught list for sure." Dean kisses the back of Cas' neck softly.

"Mmm, I guess I'm into the bad boys." Cas chuckles.

"Its late, we should be going to sleep." Dean says.

"Oh yeah, we gotta be at Sam's early, don't we?" Cas sighs, snuggling close to Dean for warmth.

"Yeah, Sam wants to spend all day with his family." Dean rolls his eyes.
"M'kay," Cas sighs, sounding as if he's falling asleep. Dean waits until Cas' breath evens out. He quickly slips out of bed, dressing then shoving his feet into his boots hastily, he can't waste any time. He grabs his keys and phone, ready to leave. Cas' phone buzzes on the kitchen counter. Dean peeks at the message, grinning when he sees the message is from Meg.

I'm lonely

Dean rushes outside and hops into his car. He's surprised to see snow flakes fall onto the hood. Looks like Cas' wish came true.

He pulls out of the drive, heading toward the Mapletree Motel. His fingers tap against the steering wheel anxiously. He can feel his knife calling for him from the hidden spot in his trunk.

He pulls to a stop a few blocks away from the motel. Before he leaves he slips on his leather gloves and pulls the hood of his coat up.  With a deep breath he gets out and goes to the trunk, pulling out his cherished weapon, hiding it beneath his coat.

The snow is falling heavier, no doubt the ground will be covered in snow by morning. Dean walks slowly down the street toward the motel. The good thing about this motel is that there are no cameras. This is just all working out so well.

By the time he gets to the motel, there is already an inch or two of snow. He scopes the rooms, finding 10 quickly. He's happy to find the light still on and the curtain partially open. He peeks inside only to see her laying across her bed staring off at a tv. Dean knocks heavily on the door.

"Who is it?" Meg calls from the other side.

"Take a guess," Dean does his best Cas impression. He hears the door unlock, he turns his back to the door as the door is opened and he starts walking.

"Where are you going, Cas?" Meg asks.

"Let's talk." Dean says gruffly, continuing on. Meg goes back into her room.

"Cas, wait up!" Meg calls rushing up. Dean keeps his face hidden, walking a bit ahead of her. They go behind the motel towards the playground that is close to a wooded area. Dean moves toward the trees, pulling to a stop.

"Cas, I've missed you," Meg touches his arm lightly.

Dean lowers his hood,  looking at her.

"You aren't Castiel." Meg frowns.

"Damn right," Dean grins maliciously. "You made a huge mistake texting him."

"Look, dude, I don't want any trouble." Meg backs away.

"I do." In one swift movement Dean reaches out and grabs Meg's arm with one hand and pulls his knife out with the other. He pulls Meg towards him and plunges his blade into her stomach. She let's out a scream as he twists the blade.

"Go ahead, no is is gonna hear you." With a quick sweep of his arm, he slices her throat cleanly. Her body drops onto the thin coat of snow on the ground, staining the bright white with harsh red. She gurgles and twitches on the ground. Dean waits until she has gone completely still before he uses her blood to draw the Mark of Cain on her tight jeans.

With a smirk he turns making his way back to his car, storing his gloves and blade in the trunk. He makes his way home quickly, going inside. Cas is still fast asleep. It looks as if he hardly even moved. Dean lies down next to his boyfriend after slipping into a t-shirt and pajama pants. He falls asleep with a happy smile. He doesn't notice that Cas' phone is now on the nightstand on Cas' side, or that Cas' breathing is that of an awake person.