Danger Zone
The start of this chapter has one of a few appearances by the Winchester brothers. This is really the only planned one so if anyone has any suggests further on down the road, feel free to bring them up.
"So what are you going to do?" Dean asked, leaning back against the Impala. To his right was Castiel, his closest friend and somewhat guardian Angel (ahem, Archangel). To his left was Sam, his younger brother. All three of them held a beer bottle in their hands as they gazed at the sun setting over the body of water in front of them. Dean couldn't help the thought that this was such a cheesy end to their lifetime of madness and chaos that had started several years ago with him stepping up to Sam's front door and telling him their father was missing.
So much had happened in all those years. So much had been gained, so much had been lost, but they kept on fighting and here they stood, apocalypse, war and Devil free. There had almost literally been Hell on Earth too many times to count but now things were finally looking up. Sure, there were still demons out there. Still things that went bump in the night and terrorized people, but after everything they had faced, that seemed to be easiest thing in the world to take care of.
If they chose to do so anyways.
There were other hunters out there. Neither Dean nor Sam were quite sure if they wanted to take on the supernatural world just yet. They were alive. They had survived everything that had been thrown at them and the brothers wanted to take what they had and enjoy it. They didn't know what they were going to do. They didn't know where they were going to go. They did, however, know that they were free to be happy. Free to be normal. Free to settle down if they so wished.
While Dean realized he probably wasn't going to get back with Lisa, that didn't mean he couldn't find happiness and some sort of life with someone else. He enjoyed being optimistic, being able to think of the good things rather than dwell on the bad. As far as he was concerned, all there was in the future for himself or Sam was good things.
"What do you mean?" Castiel finally answered the question with one of his own.
"Well...are you gonna boot back up to Heaven?" Dean asked. "Sit on a cloud...maybe play a harp." Next to him, Sam chuckled softly. Even after all the times they had been to Heaven, one way or another, Dean still could use the cliches as joking material.
And for once, Castiel got it...and he smiled as he looked from the eldest Winchester, back out to the sunset.
"I don't think so." The Archangel admitted. "I want to...experience things. Things I'd never get to experience in Heaven. And with no large problems, I could very well do just that now."
"My man!" Dean cheered, slapping his friend on the back. "About time!"
"So where are you going to go, Cas?" Sam asked, smiling.
"I do not know yet." Castiel replied. "You know how to get me if ever you need me again."
"Hopefully if we ever do it'll just be to get another person for a card night or something." Dean commented, finishing his beer. Castiel smiled slightly. The Winchesters were his friend, honest and true (for the most part), and he was glad to have them.
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Mal stepped out of her 1975 black Monte Carlo and looked around. A cigarette dangled from her lips as she took in the dismal looking motel. She was very glad, not for the first time in her life, that she wasn't a germaphobe or had OCD. She was also glad that she packed her own blankets and pillow along with her. Sighing, Mal pulled the end of her cigarette from her mouth and flicked it away before going to get a room key.
She walked into her room several minutes later and made a face. It stank like vomit, sex and cheap flowery air fresheners. If she wasn't already exhausted, having spent nearly forty eight hours awake and hunting down a Windigo, she would have turned around and walked right back out of the room. As she was, she barely had the thin, sad excuse of a blanket spread across the bed before she passed out.
As usual, her sleep was anything but peaceful. Cold attached to her body, the smell invaded her nose, and to top it off, she had the same nightmares she had every night. Nightmares of her brother possessed, attacking her. Nightmares of all the creatures she had fought on her own for the last three years. Some had taunted her, become her brother or another member of her family. After a while, it had no affect on the teenager. She had worked with some other hunters a few times, she wasn't entirely stupid. She had worked with a hunter called Rufus for a few months after Jeffery had died. She found out a short while after the last time she saw him that he was dead. The news didn't shake her as much as it once might have.
Her phone ringing woke her up a few hours after she had first laid down. It felt like only minutes but she had become used to that. Digging into her pocket once her realized she hadn't taken the time to remove anything before passing out the night before, she brought out her cell phone and read the number on display. She had seen the number a few times over the last couple of years, never met the man on the other end but he had been good at fetching her jobs since informing her of Rufus' death.
"What do you got for me?" Mal answered as she sat up and dragged herself off the dirty bed.
"Good morning Mallory, how are you?" The old voice on the other end asked pleasantly but with a bit of snap to it.
"Just peachy Singer, now answer my question." Mal replied, stumbling slightly as her leg decided to lock up on her. She punched the back of her knee and nearly dropped to the floor but got herself steadied.
"What was that?" Bobby asked.
"Nothing to worry about, is this just a social call or what?" Mal asked.
"Where are you?" Bobby asked with a sigh.
"Some dipshit motel outside of Louisville in Kentucky." Mal replied, digging through her bag to find a hair brush.
"Some...for God's sake Mallory, why do you do this bullshit to yourself?" Bobby demanded with a slight growl. "Damn it kid, you're only seventeen, you shouldn't be shacking yourself in some dirt pen motel."
"Where's the job Singer?" Mal asked simply, locating the object she wanted.
"Kansas but Jesus, Mallory." Bobby sighed. "You know if you need some extra money to at least get something decent, I could wire you some."
"Where in Kansas?" Mal's reply didn't really surprise Bobby. He had lost count of how many times he had made the same offer. More than a dozen times in the last year alone he had gone driving, bent on tracking down the girl but she always evaded him.
"Wichita." Bobby caved.
"What am I going after?" Mal asked, pushing the jeans she slept in down her legs and wiggling into another pair.
"Don't know yet." Bobby replied. "Bunch of girls round your age have turned up missing."
"Awesome, I can play bait and take out a monster." Mal commented.
"I don't think you should do this on your own kid." Bobby voiced his concerns.
"You never do." Mal shot him down. "I'll call you when I finish." She hung up and slid her phone into her pocket before pulling her top off and exchanging it for a white tank top and a light blue one. The last three years she had been having layer issues despite the fact that she had become more prone to wearing more revealing clothes. She packed up all her stuff and headed out the door, glad to be out of the shit hole of a motel room.
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For three years Mal had taken care of herself, barely getting along every day. She didn't trust anyone and didn't let any of them close enough to do her any harm. Rufus had been the closest but he had died, leaving her off on her own. Mal had grown used to it. She always made herself up to look older then her seventeen years. It was the only way to get along anywhere, especially bars. People still knew though and she knew what they all thought.
Poor little girl.
Dirty little slut.
What would her parents think if they saw her.
She had heard it all, every last word of it. Her birth parents wouldn't have given a damn. Mrs Turner would have cried. But she wasn't there, she couldn't change anything for Mal now. No one was there for the girl and some part of her felt lonely but the dominating part didn't care.
As she pulled into Wichita, at the local high school and looked around, she could tell something wasn't right. All the girls she saw were walking in pairs if not groups and they all looked worried. Mal raised an eyebrow as she took everything in before grabbing a backpack from her backseat. She carried several bags at all times, each with a different sort of ID in it. The backpack had all her student stuff if she ever had to pass herself off as some high school student. There were a few purses under the seat ranging from a classic teen sort to a sophisticated, nearly two hundred dollar type. Sighing loudly, Mal fluffed her hair in the rear view mirror and doing up some teen like make up quickly before climbing out of the old car and walking through the parking lot.
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"Well you'll be glad to hear that I have no way of being a target." Mal muttered into her phone as she leaned on a fence and watched a group of students, several of which were girls, all passing a joint around. Mal herself had a cigarette in her free hand.
"Why's that?" Bobby sighed through the phone.
"Damn thing only goes after virgins." Mal informed, rolling her eyes and she lifted the cigarette to her lips and took a long pull. "What the fuck is up with that? How good can virgins be?"
"Essentially they're pure people, Mallory." Bobby relayed the information as he had several times before. While their relationship was strictly phone based, Bobby had the girl relatively figured out and he knew that she was bitter about her own life although she'd never actually said anything. The closest he had come to really getting to know the girl was the time he had called her when she had been drinking and she broke down, sobbing. Apparently she didn't remember the conversation and Bobby never brought it up but it gave him some insight.
"Yo, Singer, you still there?" Mal asked.
"Ain't going nowhere." Bobby grumbled.
"Well help me out here." Mal requested in her own semi harsh tone. "What things like abducting teenage virgins?"
"You sure it's virgins?" Bobby asked.
"Dude...I've talked to all the friends. Each girl was definitely a virgin with a capital V." Mal replied, rolling her eyes.
"Don't call me dude." Bobby complained.
"Whatever." Mal groused, rolling her eyes. She frowned as she realized she had smoked her cigarette completely. She flicked the butt away and contemplated getting a new one. One of the girls from the group she had been watching split off, telling everyone that she had to go to the bathroom and didn't need company. Mal pushed away from the fence and followed at a distance, having heard that each of the taken girls had been grabbed from the bathroom, or at least on their way to or from. "I'll call you back old man, something's going down."
"Mallory..." Bobby started but got cut off as Mal hung up her phone. She casually followed after the girl down the hall and do the bathroom and then stood outside the room. Several other girls walked out in their big cluster and Mal frowned slightly, realizing that the one she was following was probably all on her own in the room now. No sooner had the thought left her mind had her feet already started to move her into the bathroom. She got in just as there was a yelp and found her own targeted girl on the floor, out cold.
"Oh fucking hell." Mal muttered, mostly to herself. She went to the girl and checked her pulse. The sound of something slithering along behind her made her pause before everything went black.
So Mal sort of knows Bobby and used to know Rufus. Which in turn would probably mean she at least had heard of Sam and Dean. Possibilities for guest appearances by the brothers have risen lol.