50 First Dates - Date 25
Title: Date 25
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Meg/Cas
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 680
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: none
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Making Out.
Date 25
The car is cramped and the windows are fogged up. They’re parked out in the middle of nowhere and Cas is still wondering how he ended up here. But Meg is soft and demanding in a way that he has to admit he likes.
Cas has a thing for bossy women if he’s being really honest about it all. He likes Meg; she’s sassy and rude and scares the shit out of him honestly. So when she ordered ‘Drive me home,’ after drama rehearsal tonight he just jumped up, got his keys out of his pocket and headed toward the car.
He wasn’t expecting the detour or for her to kiss him, tug him closer, grind herself up against him. She feels good, taste a little like bubble gum and if Cas could just get his hands to stop shaking he might be really enjoying this.
His best friend, Dean would call him a pussy right now. Dean’s got the aura that makes girls flock to him like bees seeking honey. Cas isn’t like that and why is he thinking about Dean right now?
Her lips move from his mouth to his cheek, his ear, his neck and Cas lets his head fall back until it hit the driver’s side window of his beat up piece of crap. The cold glass behind his head shocks him back into awareness just as much as Meg’s hands dropping to the button on his pants. “You don’t have to do that,” Cas blurts, panting and sweating as he drags her hands away.
“Look,” Meg says with a glare and flip of her hair. “You’ve been watching me every day for like a year Cas. I get that you have this squeaky clean image of the goodie-two-shoes guy but you don’t have to play that card with me here when it’s just the two of us.”
“It’s not an act,” Cas defends sharply as he pushes her a little farther away.
“Yeah right,” Meg snorts.
“It’s not,” Cas insists. “You’re right. I’ve been watching you. I…like you. You’re interesting and beautiful and I want to get to know you better.”
“I was trying to get to know you better before he shoved me off,” she snaps.
“Not like that,” Cas sighs in frustration. “Not yet anyway. I want to get to know what you like, what you think about, how to make you happy.”
“You want to date me?” Meg says like he just can’t believe it. “Me? That’s - not going to happen.”
“Why not?” Cas argues. “I’m good enough to make out with but not good enough to hold hands with in public?”
“It’s not like that Cas,” Meg deflates suddenly, crossing her arms and sinking back into the passenger seat. “It’s the opposite. I’m good enough to make out with in private but you wouldn’t want to be seen out in public with me. I have a reputation.”
Cas laughs; it’s a high pitched nervous sound. “Meg,” he manages to get out through his hiccupping chuckles. “Why would I care what people think? People think I’m an idiot, geek, weirdo. If it weren’t for the fact that Dean and I have been friends since we were five I’d be shoved in my locker everyday after lunch. Go out with me Friday night. We can get pizza and I’ll buy.”
“And that’s all you want?” Meg asks like she just doesn’t understand it.
“If you have a good time I would love a kiss goodnight,” Cas admits even as he blushes. “And I’d really appreciate it if I was the only one you were kissing while we try to figure this out.”
“I can do that,” Meg agrees and her smile is beautiful when she reaches out her hand and tangles their fingers together.