"Get your dirty angel hands off my sister."
It might have been comical, had Adam not said it through grit teeth. And gripping Ruby's knife in his left hand while the Colt rested in his other.
"Easy Adam…" Sam soothed, looking ready to grab his younger brother by the collar should he lunge forward. And Dean was just grinning.
"…he's still touching her…"
"If you'll excuse me," Mary finally replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "we were having a private conversation." Still, her cheeks felt hot, like she really had been caught being, as the eldest Winchester liked to say, a naughty Nancy.
"Doesn't look like confession to me, sis."
"Shut up Dean."
"He's right Sam." The youngest rounded, spurred on by the comment, his grip on the Colt tightening. Mary cringed inwardly, illogically embarrassed at being scolded like this in front of Castiel. "I don't see any white collar or sacristy…"
"Even if you did, we all remember Father Maxi-"
"Shut UP Dean."
"Would you all just get out already?!" She made a mental note to put a hex on Dean in the morning.
"Figures you'd pull a stunt like this, you're as bad as he is!" Adam thundered, shoving a finger in Dean's direction. Mary gaped.
"How can you say that?" If Dean was offended by her taking offense… he didn't show it. He looked too giddy for that.
"Look, I think we all need to just… take a step back." Good ol' Sam, always trying to take the pot off the stove. "Everyone just needs to go to their respective corners-"
"Oh no, no way does he get to fly off to Cloud City and talk about my sister at the water cooler!"
"Am I the only one who's impressed?"
"Shut up Dean!" Mary countered. "You too!" She added quickly, seeing Adam's mouth open. She felt the flush creeping down her neck extend when her eyes flicked to Castiel, who was saying nothing. His eyes were unreadable. That made her even angrier. "If you all want to stay here and act like jerks, be my guest! I'm going to sleep in the car!" She moved to get up, pushing the hand from her knee that had a moment ago been so pleasantly cool. Now it felt like stinging frostbite.
"Mary-"
"Don't Sam."
The talk-to-the-hand motion was unwarranted, but she was sure she resembled a tomato by now, so acting like she was twelve couldn't make things much worse. Storming out of the motel room and slamming the door may have been a tad dramatic, but from the sounds of things back inside, she was escaping the insanity. At least she thought she was. Being left alone with your thoughts can have an adverse effect on sanity.
Two months ago everything was normal. It was stab that vampire, shoot that werewolf, slay that 18th Century Lit paper before the kegger on Friday.
Then, life spit up on her like Satan's demonic baby boy. A multi-realm war, complete with angels, demons, the possibility of an apocalypse and two extra brothers, when the one she already had was one too many. Plus, finding out the image you had as Daddy's Little Girl is a fraud, when Daddy didn't just lie, but named you after his dead first wife… well, that tends to put one in a bitchy mood.
And Castiel…
"Fuckin' angels…" She whispered, drawing a cigarillo from her pocket.
"I heard that."
"Yeah? Maybe I wanted you to."