Jeremy planted his lips roughly on Matilda's. He lifted her into the air and began to kiss her neck. Matilda blushed, but smiled at the show of affection. However, her enjoyment quickly turned to dismay when she heard a voice groan, "Uhhh."
Her eyes, the size of saucepans, saw Sam sitting on the floor wearing a face of surprise and discomfort. She stiffened as she hissed at Jeremy.
"Stop! Stop this instant!" The man looked at her in confusion, but frowned when she jerked her head in Sam's direction. Jeremy glowered at the young man, who cringed.
"Don't mind me?" He offered with an awkward shrug. The giant angel seemed to seriously consider the offer for a moment and glanced at Matilda, who was still dangling above the floor, in a questioning manner.
The little angel, however, didn't seem too keen on the idea. She arched her eyebrow and pointed to the floor.
"I believe you were just about to leave," she hinted icily. She was placed upon the floor by a rather sour Jeremy's face. He sighed as he began to walk out the door. Though, before he exited the room he turned and smiled jestingly.
"One more kiss, Sugar cube?" He asked Matilda. Sam's eyebrows flew up into the depths of his hair when he heard the pet name. 'Sugar cube?' Was he seriously referring to Matilda?
"Get out of here you intolerable hunk of waste!" She screeched through her ruby red blush. Jeremy laughed as he cried, "I'm going! I'm going! I love you!"
"Well I don't love you!" She yelled back. Jeremy disappeared down the hall, laughing his head off.
When she was done glaring daggers at the door, Matilda turned to Sammy. There was a pause filled with a heavy silence before she spoke.
"Are you alright?" Her face displayed concern, albeit not much. Sam got to his feet with no trouble, but he did wince once or twice at the effort. He nodded in response to her question. Another silence fell upon them as they both avoided making eye contact.
"So you and Jeremy…" Sam began rubbing the back of his neck. Matilda closed her eyes; her lips formed a thin line.
"Yes…Jeremy and I are, as you say, 'together,'" she informed him. She folded her tiny arms and glowered at the carpet.
"Huh…. So he's gone to help Dean, right?" Sam asked urgently. He was concerned for his brother's well being and wanted help to reach Dean as soon as possible. Matilda rubbed her forehead with her index finger, frowning.
"Yes. The bit idiot has gone to help your brother," she muttered. A relieved Sam smirked at her perturbed state; she stomped over to the bed and fell face first upon it. His eyebrows rose in amusement before he grabbed himself a beer out of his mini-fridge.
"Hey Matilda…Why are you doing this?" He suddenly asked.
The angel lifted her upper body up and faced him. Her eyes were owl-like as she contemplated her answer. Sam regarded her quietly.
"Because the Fallen are coming in numbers that you cannot defeat. The fight is passing out of your hands, but not completely. We're simply taking control to give you and the other humans relief for awhile." Her explanation inspired quite a few questions in the young Winchester's mind and he rapidly hurled them at her.
"Fallen? Do you mean demons?"
"Yes. Fallen and demons are the same."
"And why are you saving Dean?" Matilda grinned at this inquiry. She rolled onto her back and folded her hands upon her chest.
"The dead often speak with us about their living relatives. Your father in particular has been very interesting in seeing that you and your brother are looked after. Besides, Jeremy's your brother's guardian. He loves him very much. He isn't just going to let Dean rot in Hell. They say hello by the way...Your father and your mother."
Sam was struck dumb.