Wish of Redemption

So Mal's had two weeks without Cas. Hmm...can't let that keep going, can we? Lol.

She was almost regretting the second round of sex.

Almost...but not quite.

It had left her with that good old fashioned jelly legged feeling. Something she wasn't quite used to and was more than a little surprised to be experiencing. She had to admit, Sam was good...really good. Maybe she'd swing by the bar again before she left town. She couldn't get attached to a man she had just met, even though she had already broken a cardinal rule by getting fucked senseless by him only a few hours after meeting him.

"Okay big uglies, where are you?" Mal muttered, shining her flashlight around the graveyard. "I want this over and done with fast." The light moved across something that made Mal's heart nearly stop but when she shone it back over, all she found was a gravestone. The rain continued to fall but at least the thunder and lightning was done with. She sighed and shook her head as she continued her trek between grave sites.

She finally found what she was looking for when she came around a crypt with it's door open, a green glow pouring out. She literally froze up as she peered through the doorway. Several large creatures with black leather wings were inside the crypt, a sight that brought her mind racing back several years to the day her mother and brother died. She couldn't believe there was more of those things. Her shoulder begin to sting with just the thought of them and what they could do. She took a step back, momentarily wondering about escaping, but froze as her foot fell on a twig and snapped it.

The creatures all froze and turned to the door. As one they all snarled and ran in Mal's direction. She did the only thing that felt logical at that moment...she ran. Gravestones broke and crumbled under the clawed feet of the creatures as they chased after their soon to be prey. Mal ran at a tree and jumped up, grabbing hold of a branch and swinging herself up. She climbed quickly, glancing back every time she heard one of the creatures breaking off a branch in an attempt to get at her.

"Son of a bitch." Mal muttered, finally coming to her senses. She pulled her shotgun from it's holster across her back and aimed down at the monsters. She started firing at them, missing a few times from shaking hands but hitting her targets, slowly taking them down in numbers.

She didn't hear the crunching nor the snapping of something else climbing the tree. She didn't realize she wasn't alone until she felt hot breath on the back of her neck. Mal twisted around fast enough to avoid getting fangs sunk into her shoulder again but ended up sliding off her perching branch. With all the branches lower then hers already broken off, she had nothing to grab onto as she fell onto the bodies of the shot creatures. She felt something rip it's way through the flesh of her back and realized she must have landed on a claw. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ease her breathing. Her muscles screamed at her with each move and she wondered vaguely if the claws had the same effect that the fangs did.

Mal knew he was coming before he even arrived. The flash of light and the sound of wings were just a confirmation as the creature in the tree hissed in pain as it slowly crumpled in on itself and died. Mal groaned in her own pain as she forced herself to roll over. The feel of something pulling at her gave her an indication that the claw was embedded in her back.

"Mallory..." His rough voice sounded with care and compassion as large hands grasped her shoulders gently. Mal felt too weak to fight him off. She gasped then sighed in relief when she felt the claw getting removed from her body. One of his hands drifted across her back and the inner organs repaired themselves, all broken veins stretched and recovered, the skin knitted itself back together to be nice and smooth once more.

"Leave me alone." Mal muttered.

"No." Was the firm reply. He stood up and lifted her into his arms. Mal was slowly working her way out of the poisoned fog state as she was carried through the graveyard back to where she had parked her car. She tilted her head to gaze up at the Angel who carried her with such tenderness. His blue eyes focused on the vehicle in the distance. She wasn't too sure but she thought he looked relieved by something.

"I can walk." Mal spoke up bitterly. The blue eyes looked down at her and she was caught up in them for a moment. She was put on her feet at the Monte Carlo. She was only slightly disappointed when she realized he wasn't going to just disappear. "What do you want?"

"To ensure your safety." Castiel responded truthfully.

"Yeah well I don't need you." Mal retorted harshly.

"Your track record says differently." Castiel shot back. Mal blinked and stared at him. She lifted her hand and punched him then next second was biting her lip to keep from yelling in pain. "That wasn't wise."

"Shut up!" Mal snapped. "Just because you've helped me a few times doesn't mean I want you around so just fuck off." She dug her keys out and got into her car. Castiel just continued to stand there, watching her. Mal contemplated what would happen if she were to 'accidentally' run into him with the car but thought better of it. She loved the Monte Carlo too much to risk destroying it in an attempt to physically harm the Angel. So instead she ignored him as she started the engine and drove off.

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Sam was a little surprised when he walked out of the apartment building in the morning to find Mal leaning against her car in the parking lot. Sunglasses over her eyes and a smile on her face. He grinned slightly and walked over to her.

"Almost figured you'd be long gone by now." Sam remarked.

"Yeah well...don't really have anything to do." Mal replied, shrugging.

"You hungry?" Sam asked.

Several minutes later they were seated at a diner, looking over menus. Sam glanced at Mal occasionally, taking in her worn out expression, the slight narrowing of her eyes as she contemplated what to eat, the distracted look she had every time there was a slight noise or a flickering in the lights. Something was up with her and he wondered if he should ask. Remembering that he had only met her the previous night, he decided to try a different sort of question.

"So...how did your...job...go?" Sam asked curiously.

"It was annoying." Mal replied. "Went, found what I had to find, ended up feeling like hell, then got bugged by some persistent jackass who won't leave me alone."

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...I swear he's like a stalker or something." Mal muttered. Sam frowned, not liking the sound of that.

"Do you need any help or anything?" He asked. Mal smiled slightly and shook her head, surprised at how caring he could be towards a girl he had only met not even twelve hours ago.

Once they ordered, they talked about different things. Movies, music, what sort of places they had each been to and where they'd like to go some day if they had the chance. When their food arrived, they ate in silence. Mal was lost in her thoughts as she picked at her french fries. She was more than a little confused as to how she ended up this friendly with Sam. What had made her come back to his apartment? She could have just took off after the graveyard, left Lawrence like she did every other place she had been. But yet here she was, with Sam, having lunch.

Mal looked at the man across from her, watched him toy with the salad he had ordered. She was starting to get the impression that she should know him somehow, or at least know about him. He had scars, he had a tattoo but she didn't really pay too much attention to it. As she watched him, she suddenly frowned, realizing what it was she was thinking about. She wanted to get to know him? What the hell was wrong with her!

"Umm...I need to go." Mal spoke up suddenly. Sam paused and looked at her. "I just remembered there was something I needed to do and I...I should go do it."

"Okay." Sam muttered slowly. Mal knew he didn't believe her but she didn't care. She had to get out of there. She reached into her pocket to take out some money but Sam waved her off. "I got it, don't worry."

"You sure?" Mal asked. Sam nodded. She didn't need much else then. Standing up, she paused for a moment as if she were unsure of what to do, but then she got determined and headed out of the diner.

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"I don't know if I got them all or not but I can't do this." Mal snapped through her phone.

"What's wrong, kid?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing is wrong." Mal insisted.

"Yeah well you never turn down a job so wanna try that statement again?" Bobby asked. Mal frowned and considered hanging up but knew if she did then Bobby would track her down and this time she probably wouldn't be able to evade him.

"Well fuck, maybe I just don't want to do this one!" She knew it was harsh and the older man didn't deserve that but she had to get out of that particular job.

What the hell was she thinking? Since when did she care about being harsh?

"Just call in your guys that are already here somewhere." Mal continued. "I mean geez, why fucking call me in if there's already people in the area?"

"Don't take that tone with me." Bobby nearly snapped. Mal knew he was getting sick of her behaviour.

"Well if it's the only way to get the damn message across then I'll take whatever tone needed, call me when you got another job for me." She hung up her phone then and tossed it onto the passenger seat. She kept her hand by her face, the side of her finger pressed to her mouth as she tried to calm herself down. Everything was just plain chaotic and she wasn't liking it.

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Due mostly in part to her desire to take a long hot shower, Mal dished out more money to get a decent hotel room for a couple of nights. She knew she'd be there that long anyways, Bobby usually didn't talk to her for a few days whenever she snapped at him as harshly as she did. If she was honest, she didn't really mind.

After the much need and surprisingly refreshing shower, Mal definitely felt better. She walked out of the bathroom with just the towel on, planning on dropping onto the bed and letting herself doze off. What she didn't expect however was to find the navy blue suit and brown trench coat wearing Angel standing in the middle of the room.

"Oh for fuck sake!" Mal snapped. "What? Do you honestly have nothing better to do than to bug me?"

"I told you...I wish to ensure your safety." Castiel remarked. He stood on the opposite side of the bed from Mal and despite herself, her green eyes roamed up and down his body and her mind began wondering what he looked like under the suit. She put her hands on her hips, suddenly aware of her lack of clothing but too pissed off to really care.

"You know what, fuck it, I can solve this real quickly." Mal stated as she crawled onto the bed. Castiel remained standing where he was and didn't move an inch as Mal pushed his coat off his shoulders. He looked a little surprised by her actions but did nothing and she wondered if he even knew what she was doing. "Bet this is what you really want."

"What?" Castiel looked confused now as Mal pulled his tie off and tossed it aside. His eyes widened comically when the girl leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. He didn't know what to do but he knew he should probably stop her, especially when her hands unbuttoned his shirt. She had it opened and pulled out of his pants and then beginning to work on his belt before his hands closed around her wrists.

"Oh come on, Angel boy, you know you want to." Mal teased, trying to pull her hands away to let them get back to work. She leaned forward again, this time putting her lips to his neck. Castiel blinked several times as her lips, teeth and tongue worked the skin at his throat. He swallowed hard, his grip on her wrists tightening. He didn't understand any of the feelings racing through him but he couldn't let that deter him from his goal of keeping Mal safe. He finally managed to push her back and she laid out across the bed, her towel being the only thing keeping him from her naked body. He surprised himself by having to actually work at keeping himself from climbing on top of her.

"No." Castiel spoke out loud, more to himself then to the girl in front of him.

"No?" Mal asked, laughing. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She moved herself around, getting back on her knees. "Oh Angel boy, I don't think you really mean that. In fact I know you don't."

"This cannot be done." Castiel ordered, dejected that his voice didn't sound as demanding as it should have.

"Uh huh." Mal muttered, completely unconvinced. Her hands brushed his open shirt out of the way to run over his smooth chest and stomach. "You want this, Wings. Come on, admit it. You wanna fuck me. You want me to be lying on this bed, under you, as you fuck me hard."

The words were getting to him and he felt only a small portion of shame at the feelings inside of him and his bodily reactions. Her fingers curled through his belt loops and tugged him closer until he was right against the bed, his body pressed right to hers.

"Whatcha waiting for, Wings?" Mal asked. Castiel looked at her eyes as his hands slowly lifted. One went into her still damp hair, the other reaching for the top of the towel, ready to tug it open. He leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers, and he could feel her heart beating wildly under her breast. "Do it already, Angel boy. Come on, you know you want to. Fuck the little girl you saved."

That brought everything to a screeching halt. Castiel tore himself away from her, backing up quickly. He stared at her as she sat on the bed.

Damp hair.

Wrapped in a towel.

Empty eyes.

"I will not use you." Castiel stated firmly. Mal blinked, surprised. "I wish to redeem myself in your eyes, Mallory. Know that I will do whatever it takes to accomplish that. If you wish to be alone then I will disappear but I will never truly be gone." Mal just stared at him, even long after he disappeared, her eyes didn't move from that spot. Finally, several minutes after he was gone, she lowered her eyes to the floor and picked up the brown trench coat that remained.

Wow...wonder if Sam and Cas are getting through to her. How many chapters is this now? Four? About time for the real trouble to start I think. Oh yes, I say it is definitely time for that.