Jasmine and Rose

Jasmine. The king of smells. Angels give them to those with whom they want to spend their entire millennium. Castiel remembers how in the Heavenly Garden he could admire these flowers for days. He thought he would give them to the beautiful Hannah, personifying the angels of the Old Testament. Kind, loving, beautiful Hannah was thrown out of the heart by one glance of the brown eyes of Meg’s human vessel. Meg is a demon loyal to Lucifer, she is definitely not the one to whom he will ever present a bouquet of jasmine. She looks at him mockingly with blackened demonic eyes and curls her lips in a parody of a grin. Cas hears the words about new times and the dictatorship of demons on earth and in heaven, but her eyes reflect the same understanding of Lucifer’s motives. There, in its depths, where the soul once was, a little terminally ill girl is reflected, realizing that she will soon be killed, but too cowardly and weak for decisive action. And he almost feels sorry to throw it into burning oil, but Winchesters, his eternal constant, are more important than a cowardly demon. *** On their second meeting, Castiel can’t take his eyes off her. The little cowardly girl has not been broken by countless tortures, she now looks fiercely and stubbornly, and he just can’t take his eyes off her, he doesn’t understand why. When the demon kisses him, Cas realizes that this is another clever trick with which she is trying to achieve something, to deceive him in something. But he spits on it from the Tower of Babel and does not deny himself the desire to press her thin figure closer. He buries himself in his tangled black hair, shiny with blood, and barely restrains himself from moaning. Her lips are dry and not soft at all, and she smells of iron, blood and tea rose. Their kiss, despite mutual passion, is fierce and frenzied, giving away a hopeless separation to the point of anguish. They both realize that they may not see each other again. Yes, what can they do to the Lucifer cage, he knows that the little girl will die today and there is nothing he can do. “What was that, Clarence?” Meg asks mockingly, Sam and Dean have the same degree of complete confusion on their faces, and he has no choice but to laugh off a stupid phrase: — I learned it from a pizza delivery guy. Don’t tell him about feelings for a demon that even he himself doesn’t understand. *** A little later, in a shabby hotel on the outskirts of Oklahoma, he, clutching the sink, coughs up white jasmine with a bright admixture of blood. The sickening smell of blood mixes with the subtle sweet scent of jasmine, and he wants to cry with relief that his girl is alive and howl from his deadly illness and unrequited love. He coughs up the last petals and flies away, wondering how long he has left. *** In a psychiatric hospital, he feels almost happy, his unclouded happiness is overshadowed only by the once beloved, and now hated jasmine petals. One day he finds Meg, his little beneficent demon in the toilet. Gasping, she coughs up tea rose petals stained with blood and, without turning to him, wheezes in a hoarse voice: “Love is shit, Clarence. Every time he looks at the petals of his and hers, they remind him that despite all the care from the demon, he is still indifferent to her. But he still whispers poems full of love in her ear, shamelessly flirts and smiles, as he would never have dared, and it is unlikely that he will smile like that to anyone else. Cas sees warmth in her eyes and tries to expel the cold from her hands with his own hands, and with words from her heart. And it seems to him that he almost succeeds. But the rest of the world again intervenes in their little settled world, and everything collapses. *** Dean is dying, and Cas is dying with him. He could put up with and get along with the horde of evil spirits, and the hordes embittered by the leviathans, but most of all he is terrified by the stopped disease, he prays to his Father, and everyone he remembers and is famous, so that Meg, his little lonely demon, lives there on earth, and was not eaten by ancient creatures. These guesses awaken in him hatred and rage unknown to the angel, and he kills them by the dozens. Until Naomi pulls him out of Purgatory. He stands pale, half-crazed and covered in blood in her perfectly white office and does not listen to this power-mad bitch, as the familiar painfully feeling covers his throat that he is about to vomit. And he vomits jasmine petals red with blood, and he cries with joy and understanding that his little demon is alive. Cas agrees to everything Naomi offers him, wanting to go in search of his Meg immediately. And he finds her painted in a blonde that doesn’t suit her, still smiling and unbroken. And he smiles at her the way he thought he would never smile again. And her answering smile makes his stomach cramp, and human butterflies come to life, and sit down again on angelic jasmine flowers. “Your wounds are festering,” Castiel says, and he touches her hands almost weightlessly. — They need to be processed. —You know how to make a woman tremble with desire,” Meg says with a grin, she will never say that the trembling is not caused by a festering wound and alcohol poured on her or from multiple wounds on her body, no, this trembling is caused by a confident blue gaze that looks at her with sincere tenderness. — I know how to achieve this, though not always by cleaning wounds. She runs her palm over his face, as if still doubting that he is alive, that he will not disappear and this meeting will turn out to be just another dream. And Cas finally dispels all her thoughts with a kiss. They kiss each other with a tenderness that they did not expect from themselves at all. And Castiel can’t tell himself when it stopped and he started pulling off her bloody T-shirt. For him, the rest of the world was thrown out of his head, he feels and perceives only her cold pale skin and quiet moans full of pleasure. There don’t seem to be any flaws in their plan and Meg should stay alive, but her stomach is cramping with a premonition of imminent trouble. He shakes his head confident in himself and his friends, she is with Sam and they will cope, they must cope. And the more painful for him is the sudden complete disappearance of jasmine flowers from the lungs. He would never know that Meg’s petals were meant for him.