FFF 3.9.2018

Tiny Cas

One moment he was sitting alone at the dining room table, and the next she was sitting across from him, smiling her "I'm most certainly up to something" grin.

"Meg," he said matter-of-factly, as was his way; inside, he was more than surprised, emotions churning in a way he'd never experienced.

"Hey Clarence," she replied, voice as smooth as butter, every bit as confident as she always had been. "How's my unicorn?"

"I'm... confused," Cas answered, cocking his head to one side. "How...?"

"Does that matter?" she retorted. "I'm here, I'm out, I'm ready to raise some hell." She paused for a moment, attempting to discern the thoughts in his head. "Care to join?" One of her hands reached out unconsciously, and she covered it up by tapping her fingernails on the table, as if impatient.

Cas stood up, away from her, and began pacing the room. "You can't be here," he said simply. Stalling?

"Clearly that's not the case," she said, a hint of hurt in her voice. "Who ever stays dead anymore? That's so last century."

"It's not just that," Cas said slowly, uncomfortably. "This house is warded. Nothing should be able to get in here."

"Nothing..." Meg mused. "Does everyone from your past become a 'thing' once it's gone?"

"That's not what I meant..." Cas answered, tripping over his thoughts, his words. "Meg... why are you here?"

Her face twitched minutely, and she broke eye contact with him. "I'm alive, Clarence. I shouldn't be, but I am. You really don't get why I'd come to you first? Am I that forgettable?"

"I haven't forgotten anything," Cas assured her. "And those are fond memories. But they're... memories. Not reality. Things are... complicated."

"What's complicated?" Meg challenged, stepping toward him. She stopped, though, when she noticed a purse sitting on the counter behind him. Her shoulders slumped and she gaped at him, shocked at a scenario that had never occurred to her.

"You found a unicorn of your own," she answered herself, voice cracking slightly. "Who is she?"

"That doesn't matter," Cas answered, and put his arm out, trying to move her toward the front door. "And she's sleeping. Please, don't make this awkward."

"It's past awkward," Meg said sadly, almost to herself, before ducking him and walking quickly down the hall to where the bedroom must have been. "Did she fight death for you too?"

"Meg, please, don't," Cas begged, and caught her arm as she opened the bedroom door, peering in at Sarah's sleeping form on the bed. "Don't," Cas repeated, pleading with his eyes.

"You love her," Meg realized out loud. "You're happy, then?"

"I am," Cas answered, pulling her gently out of the bedroom and shutting the door quietly behind them "I'm sorry..."

"Never apologize for being happy, Clarence," Meg scolded, and smiled sadly. "I'm here for a reason, right? She better not hurt my unicorn."

"She won't," Cas assured her. "You don't need to worry about me. But will you be okay? What will you do now?"

Meg smiled at him again, a single tear crawling down her cheek. "Wouldn't you like to know," she joked, and as he blinked, she was gone.