Goodbye Stranger Alternate Ending Essay
Goodbye Stranger- Alternate ending. An alternate ending for 8x17 Goodbye Stranger because I ship Megstiel so hard and hate how TFW didn’t even bat an eyelid when Crowley killed Meg. Pairing: Meg and Cas Word count: 774 Warnings: Kinda gory and violent. Nothing too bad though. “Go save your brother,” Meg said to Sam, preparing herself for the fight she was about to face with the king of hell himself, “And my unicorn.”
She watched as the younger of the two Winchesters hurried inside of the warehouse they had been defending, ready to aid his brother Dean and the angel Castiel. Meg knew this fight could turn ugly; and she knew that it would most likely be her head on the platter. But somehow, despite her dark …show more content…
eyes and equally dark heart, she was okay with that. She had been feeling new emotions lately, emotions she wasn’t used to, and had been unsure whether or not to welcome them. She was sure now though, everything was clear as crystal. Castiel was Meg’s unicorn, her very own Clarence and the light in her dark and she was prepared to die so that he could live. She smiled to herself briefly, thinking about how ironic this whole thing was: a demon, eyes black as night, willing to sacrifice her dark soul for an angel with wings white as snow. But hey, love works in mysterious ways right? Or was that God…? There was no time to think about it now though. Meg had other things to deal with, particularly irritating, short, British things. She braced herself, turned to face Crowley and the fight began. Fists were flying, both Crowley’s and Meg’s, but it was clear that only half of them were hitting anything, and judging by Meg’s bloodied face , it wasn’t her half. She could hear her own blood pulsing through her veins and when she opened her eyes to see her target, it was as if she was underwater, looking up through a red sea. She staggered back, falling limply on her hands and knees. Her body was ready to give up, to just die already. But there was one thought flashing through her mind like it was being projected from a huge lighthouse: SAVE CASTIEL. As Crowley walked mercilessly to her damaged body, Meg saw blurry movement behind him. She wiped her eyes and was able to make out the figures; Sam and Dean, hurrying into the chrome coloured Impala. That was all the motivation she need. She grabbed Crowley’s arm, scraping up the strength to pull herself to eyelevel with him. “I could beat on you for eternity,” grinned the ruthless King of Hell. “Take all the time you want, you pig,” Meg’s vision blurred once again but she carried on while eyeing the brothers, as Crowley did the same, “There’s no Cas in the back seat.
Your stone is long gone.” Meg stabbed Crowley with her blade, briefly taking him by surprise, but she only managed to nick his shoulder. The king grimaced in pain and for a split second, Meg wasn’t so sure that this fight had to be a suicide mission. Maybe she could walk away from this alive. Maybe she could see her Clarence one last time. But even if she couldn’t, that was okay because you knew he was safe – or as safe as he could be- and that he had the angel tablet. If Cas was okay, Meg was okay, whether she was dead or not. Suddenly, she was hit with an intense pain screeching through her stomach, before feeling her head hit the cold pavement beneath her, or at least she thought she did, though she was beginning to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She closed her eyes and opened them again Castiel. She imagined his face, warm and kind Castiel. His eyes as blue as the ocean Castiel. She thought of his voice, his hair, his lips, his dumb trench coat Castiel. He was her pizza man. Her Clarence. Her unicorn. Her angel. HER CASTIEL. He was her last thought, before the world turned as black as her eyes and her heart felt as light as his
wings.
TO BE CONTINUED?
So yes that’s it for now, I know I basically just recapped the events of 8x17 but I wanted to leave it there to see how you guys felt about the idea. I’m pretty sure there will be a part 2 detailing what happens next and how I would have liked things to have panned out for Cas and Meg but that all depends on whether or not you guys enjoyed this so please let me know! Thanks guys x
She watched as the younger of the two Winchesters hurried inside of the warehouse they had been defending, ready to aid his brother Dean and the angel Castiel. Meg knew this fight could turn ugly; and she knew that it would most likely be her head on the platter. But somehow, despite her dark …show more content…
eyes and equally dark heart, she was okay with that. She had been feeling new emotions lately, emotions she wasn’t used to, and had been unsure whether or not to welcome them. She was sure now though, everything was clear as crystal. Castiel was Meg’s unicorn, her very own Clarence and the light in her dark and she was prepared to die so that he could live. She smiled to herself briefly, thinking about how ironic this whole thing was: a demon, eyes black as night, willing to sacrifice her dark soul for an angel with wings white as snow. But hey, love works in mysterious ways right? Or was that God…? There was no time to think about it now though. Meg had other things to deal with, particularly irritating, short, British things. She braced herself, turned to face Crowley and the fight began. Fists were flying, both Crowley’s and Meg’s, but it was clear that only half of them were hitting anything, and judging by Meg’s bloodied face , it wasn’t her half. She could hear her own blood pulsing through her veins and when she opened her eyes to see her target, it was as if she was underwater, looking up through a red sea. She staggered back, falling limply on her hands and knees. Her body was ready to give up, to just die already. But there was one thought flashing through her mind like it was being projected from a huge lighthouse: SAVE CASTIEL. As Crowley walked mercilessly to her damaged body, Meg saw blurry movement behind him. She wiped her eyes and was able to make out the figures; Sam and Dean, hurrying into the chrome coloured Impala. That was all the motivation she need. She grabbed Crowley’s arm, scraping up the strength to pull herself to eyelevel with him. “I could beat on you for eternity,” grinned the ruthless King of Hell. “Take all the time you want, you pig,” Meg’s vision blurred once again but she carried on while eyeing the brothers, as Crowley did the same, “There’s no Cas in the back seat.
Your stone is long gone.” Meg stabbed Crowley with her blade, briefly taking him by surprise, but she only managed to nick his shoulder. The king grimaced in pain and for a split second, Meg wasn’t so sure that this fight had to be a suicide mission. Maybe she could walk away from this alive. Maybe she could see her Clarence one last time. But even if she couldn’t, that was okay because you knew he was safe – or as safe as he could be- and that he had the angel tablet. If Cas was okay, Meg was okay, whether she was dead or not. Suddenly, she was hit with an intense pain screeching through her stomach, before feeling her head hit the cold pavement beneath her, or at least she thought she did, though she was beginning to feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She closed her eyes and opened them again Castiel. She imagined his face, warm and kind Castiel. His eyes as blue as the ocean Castiel. She thought of his voice, his hair, his lips, his dumb trench coat Castiel. He was her pizza man. Her Clarence. Her unicorn. Her angel. HER CASTIEL. He was her last thought, before the world turned as black as her eyes and her heart felt as light as his
wings.
TO BE CONTINUED?
So yes that’s it for now, I know I basically just recapped the events of 8x17 but I wanted to leave it there to see how you guys felt about the idea. I’m pretty sure there will be a part 2 detailing what happens next and how I would have liked things to have panned out for Cas and Meg but that all depends on whether or not you guys enjoyed this so please let me know! Thanks guys x