paradisalogs | ✶ Here we are as in olden days; Happy golden days of yore ✶

Who: The Winchester family! ~~Castiel~~ Clarence, Meg, Dean, Katniss, Danny, Mabel, and the beloved bouncing bundle of joy, baby Sammy! ~~yes really~~
What: Domestic holiday bliss and ~quality time~ with visiting family!
When: Anytime during Stepford
Where: The Winchester family home
Rating: PG-13 tops for once

There were a few brief moments of confusion when Meg woke up in a lovely, yet completely foreign bedroom. She fingered the lace of her light blue nightgown fondly for a moment - not quite her usual taste, but it sure was pretty. The mid-century looking decor flooded her with a sense of nostalgia as she sat up in bed, careful not to disturb Cas as she did, and she smiled a little dreamily as she stretched.

As she looked down at Castiel, she immediately recognized the now-familiar surge of feelings that always accompanied any world change during which Paradisa saw fit to make her human. When she noticed that he seemed to be free of the lingering cuts and bruises and swelling and that his expression was peaceful rather than strained, her smile widened and she sighed with relief.

She pulled back the lovely floral print duvet and gasped, clapping her right hand over her mouth as she stared at her left, where there was a lovely, vintage looking diamond ring on a very important finger. Meg couldn't help the tears of joy that welled up when she peeked over cautiously and saw that there was, indeed, a simple gold band on Cas. Well then.

Whatever the castle was up to this time was a mystery, but at the moment, she was frankly too happy to give a damn.

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Castiel had fallen asleep beside Meg in his bed in his room, having had a difficult day and generally not feeling particularly well. The pain medication he had been taking had been wearing off quicker than usual, and so he'd taken some extra and then curled up next to the demon to sleep.

When he awoke, things were certainly different. This was not his bedroom and he shot upright, startled, before suddenly realizing Meg was there with him. At least he wasn't alone.

He gave her a confused, slightly alarmed look, but she didn't look upset despite some tears and so he calmed a little immediately. He was soon distracted anyway by the fact that the pain he'd been expecting to flare back up now that he was awake was gone, and when he reached up to touch his head and his shoulder and his ribs there was no soreness. It seemed he was healed, which was more than a little odd, but exceptionally welcome.

What's going on? He asked, signing much more easily than he had in a few weeks now.

Meg casually removed the hand from her mouth and blinked away the tears - nope, definitely not crying at all. He didn't seem any different - quite like his normal self, really. Just more alert than he'd been in a while. She looked around briefly as well - just like the rest of the house, their room was decorated with pretty red and green garlands with big red bows and a few sprigs of holly and what she guessed was re-purposed kiss-mas mistletoe. When she turned back to him, she shrugged.

Here's hoping this whole world change thing was as fun and harmless as it seemed, because as much as she'd like to offer a cursory explanation, she's more compelled to lean over and kiss him much more passionately than she had been able to in almost two weeks. As she pressed in close, she took his hand in hers and brushed her thumb lightly over the wedding band there, indulging in the fantasy a little. When she pulled back, she grinned and answered with a mischievous wink.

"It's Christmastime, baby."

Castiel watched Meg look around, and her shrug, and the confused expression didn't leave his face until she suddenly kissed him. He responded as soon as the surprise faded a moment later, noticing the same as she did in that it was much easier to kiss back now, and he could be as enthusiastic as he wanted.

When they parted, the touch on his hand drew his attention, and the gold band caught his eye. He felt an odd twist in his stomach for so many reasons, good and bad. He'd been married once before, and despite having amnesia at the time, he had cared about Daphne and he often wondered what happened to her and if she was alright, but going back to her wasn't possible. He was happy with Meg, but again, he knew it wasn't something that was going to last.

Still, he could pretend while he was here, just as he had been doing. He offered a weak smile in return, half forced and half genuine, before giving a response to her comment.

I fail to see how that pertains to marriage.

Meg sighed happily when they parted - she had missed that heat between them, more than she even realized. Lust had been put on the proverbial back burner during their recovery, but seeing that he was completely healed gave a girl all kinds of ideas for later.

She didn't know about Daphne, but she did know this was clearly a weird temporary castle thing. Still, it was cute as hell and did all kinds of things to her with this internal roller coaster of human emotions. She could tell he was a bit more conflicted than she was, but she was generally a lot more carefree, so that wasn't all that much of a surprise.

"Obviously it's the castle messing with things, but that doesn't mean it won't be kinda fun to play house for however long." She tried to sound nonchalant, but she couldn't really hide the excitement in her voice. She was too jaded to assume anything was permanent or that he wouldn't be ripped from her eventually, but that would never stop her from enjoying each moment with him to the fullest. The idea of being his doting wife really wasn't too much of a stretch for her at this point; even though marriage was a human construct that she didn't really care about, her loyalty to him probably rivaled that of most married women on earth, in her own way.

Edited 2013-12-22 02:00 (UTC)

Castiel was finding it interesting what particular effects the Castle chose at what times, though he wasn't great at figuring out why it was choosing them. Still, this went on the list, as well as Meg's comment about it having to do with Christmas, though he decided it wasn't all that important to think about at the moment.

Meg seemed really happy, so at least there was that.

He nodded at her comment, shifting to get to his feet, glancing down when the color of his pajamas caught his eyes; they weren't really a different style, but certainly a different pattern. His usual ones were black or jewel tones, but these were patterned in a similar manner to a lot of Sam's shirts, in kind of annoying warm shades of peach and orange and some red. But whatever, also not important.

It was nice being able to walk around without dizziness or pain, and he took the opportunity to begin exploring the room they'd awoken in.

Meg got up and began exploring as well. The color scheme of teal and shades of pink was a bit over the top (and she'd certainly think so when she found out it was consistently matchy-matchy through the entire house), but the mid-century style was cute enough.

Glancing around at all the small details told her they probably were actually somehow in the early 50s, and a long look out the window suggested some suburban neighborhood in New England based on the architecture of the neighborhood in general. Certainly better than re-living the less than glamorous reality of Renaissance Italy, as far as she was concerned.

As always, Cas was somewhat of a closed book, but Meg didn't really mind. He would share his thoughts on the situation if he wanted to. For the time being, she was just beyond glad to see him up and about. She walked over to where he was standing and looking around and gave him a little smile before holding her arms out for a hug.

Castiel had no sense of style, so the garishness of the colors didn't really bother him. He glanced curiously out of the window, coming to the conclusion that this was obviously another world-changing event like Tokyo or Italy, and therefore nothing to be concerned about. It was certainly more peaceful than the latter, and he soon wandered back toward Meg.

We should explore the house. He signed, looking quite a bit brighter than he had in awhile.

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and dropped her arms to her sides again. He really could be dense sometimes, but she supposed that came with the territory.

"Right, exploring." Because she totally cared about their fake house as much as the fact that he was in one piece again.

Meg turned quickly toward the bedroom door, nearly tripping on the annoyingly long and frilly nightgown as she went, but steadying herself against the wall. By the time she had hiked up the skirt and mistakenly tried to open the door with a wave of her hand like usual, she was irritated enough that she practically stomped down the hallway to the stairs, ignoring the rest of the upstairs. Glimpses of toys and bright colors told her she really didn't want to know at the moment, but a strange fondness tugged at her heart as she walked past another bedroom that was open just a crack. It was foreign, and somewhat terrifying - though not nearly as terrifying as the sound that came from it the second she pushed the door open.

Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth at the sight of a now screaming baby boy.

She stood frozen to the spot, one single thought running through her mind: What the fuck, Paradisa?

✶ Here we are as in olden days; Happy golden days of yore ✶

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