Megstial: "I learned that from the pizza man."

Can I Really Do It?

It had been weeks since Meg had last seen Castiel. She figured that if she didn't see him then it wouldn't give her a reason to kill him. But wa was she so afraid of? Why didn't she just kill him and get it over with? But every time she thought about seeing him dead, and knowing that she did it....she felt her stomach turn with guilt and discust. Meg flipped the knife in her hand thoughtfully. She hadn't seen him in weeks, part of her wanted to see him. And that's what scared her. And angel? Really Meg?

"Kill Castiel and in return I will re enstate your role in hell." His words replayed in her head. Was it worth it? And how did she know that he wasn't lying?

.......

It had been a month since he last saw Meg. And usually that wouldn't be a problem. And part of him was glad that he hadn't seen her, it meant he wouldn't have to kill her. He sighed and took off towards his apartment. Castiel didn't serve heaven any more. But both Meg and himself would be in trouble if he didn't kill her. But wouldn't it be better than knowing he killed her? He appeared in his apartment and sat down on his bed, staring at his baren walls. Was he really so selfish to save himself from the rath of a few angels? He pulled out his angel blade and turned it in his hands. He had spilled a lot of blood with this blade. But could he handle knowing her blood was on it? He heard a footstep and turned to see non other than Meg, a knife in her hand.