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

Death, or Love?

Meg held the blade firmly in her grip, her knuckles turning white from how hard she held it. She had to do it. She held tightly to her resolve as Castiel turnd to face her. But the look on his face was....it looked like a spark of joy flashed in his eyes before noticing her knife. It turnd to sligt fear and then...defeat. All of the sudden she couldn't do it. She dropped the knife and sank to her knees, cursing herself. Castiel was infront of her in seconds.

"What happened?" He asked, chrouching infront of her. She shook her head wih a small laugh.

"Damn you and those puppy dog eyes Clarence." She said. Castiel's eyes narrowed curiously.

"Clarence is not my name." Was all he said before standing and offering her help up. She acdepted and stood up, reachig to pick up her blade.

....

This was his chance. She was unsuspecting and vulnerable. He held his angel blade, raising it slightly. She stood straight and he put it in his coat. She had no idea and he didn't have to kil her just yet. It was for he best. Yet. The word seemed as if it were a distance and dredful future right now. He didn't have to kill her. Yet.