A sweet scent penetrated in Cas’ nose and he opened his eyes. A small waffle was floating above his face, but when he blinked and looked a little better he saw a hand was holding it. He followed the hand with his eyes until he saw the person who it belonged too.
“Good, morning, Manny” Meg said. She jumped on the bed. “Is it okay if I call you Manny? It’s just that Emmanuel sounds soooo looooong” she added.
“I suppose it is okay” Cas said. He rubbed his eyes. “How did you get in here?”
Meg pursed her lips, like a little girl who had been eating biscoitos, cookies before dinner. “Well, I sneaked in last night. I saw your…bride leave and she didn’t close the door well enough”
“She will come back” Cas said and he looked at Meg. “You should go before she’s here”
Meg frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be here? We’re friends”
“I don’t think so” Cas said. “You are obviously in amor with me. This can’t be good”
“But now that you’ve clearly made a choice, I know where I stand and I won’t try anything” Meg swore. “Come on, can’t we try to be friends? I baked you those waffles”
Cas took the waffle out of Meg’s hand and tasted it.
“It’s not bad” he mumbled. He swallowed. “I’ve actually never tasted anything like this”
“There’s mais in the kitchen” Meg said, getting up.
Cas climbed out of cama and Megs eyes went down as a smirk came over her face.
“It’s not appropriate for me to walk around like this, is it?” Cas realized. Her eyes still down Meg replied: “You live here, you can walk around anyway you want. I don’t mind it”
Cas grabbed the sheet and winded it around his waist. “I’m not sure I could urso your constant looks”
“Okay, big boy” Meg said and she turned around and walked out of the room.