Old Enough

The second half of this chapter kinda wrote itself, my muse deciding on going in a different direction then previously planned. But that's totally okay.. Since I seem to sort of neglect Sam in my stories at the beginning (something I'm feeling very ashamed about as I love my favourite puppy pouter man), my muse has decided to give him some nice action.

Mal knew she was going to wake up. She didn't want to, being unconscious was good, it was pleasant, but she had to wake up, she knew that. Those girls weren't going to save themselves. Forcing her eyes open and willing herself to not feel any dizziness, Mal sat up and looked at her surroundings. It looked like some sort of dungeon and there was a slimy substance almost everywhere across the floor. All the other captured girls were lying unconscious around her, some completely slimed up, others only partially. She looked at herself and made a disgusted face as she saw slime over her legs. Brushing it off as best she could, she crawled across the floor to check on the girls. Their pulses were slow but they were still alive. All that was left to do now was to find out where they were and kill whatever had brought them here.

"Okay, focus Turner." Mal muttered to herself. She got to her feet and stumbled slightly, cursing her legs for not working properly fast enough. She impatiently flicked her hair out of her face and gave her body a pat down, finding her phone and nothing else. Her spare knife that she kept strapped to her ankle was gone, as was her backpack full of her "school" stuff and other weapons. Sighing in frustration, Mal started tapping at her phone, bringing up the GPS app to try and get a good location on herself.

The slithering noise came again and she paused before slowly turning around to look for what was causing it. There was nothing around and that just unnerved her more. The noise came again and this time something collided with her back. She fell forward, her phone flying from her hands and crashing to the ground. Mal groaned as something sharp bit into her shoulder and she had a moment of panic, remembering all those years ago in that crypt with the weird creatures. She shook her head and quickly twisted around, knocking whatever was on her to the ground. She scrambled back up to her feet and saw a giant snake looking thing rolling over to get back at her. Mal glanced at her shoulder and saw something green oozing around the wound. She jumped and dodged quickly as the snake came for her again.

"Yeah that's right, bitch, I'm not as slow as you thought huh." Mal taunted, unsure what else to do. She had no weapons, nothing to use against this thing. She had to keep it from the other girls but she wasn't sure how to get out of the room.

The snake hissed as it reared up and Mal blinked, watching as it towered over her. It's tongue shot out, wiggling in the air, before retreating. It's mouth opened, dozens of sharp, dripping fangs protruding around. It's eyes narrowed into slits as it honed in on the only conscious girl in the room. Mal glanced around, her mind working out different scenarios. When the snake shot forward to strike at her, she side stepped then twisted around to grab at it's head, hoping to be able to do something with that. It hissed again and started thrashing around, trying to dislodge the teenager.

Mal yelped as she was flung back and forward. Her grip loosening with each thrash. She was doomed, she wasn't going to hold on, and then it was going to win. The snake rammed her into a wall hard enough for something to crack in her body and her arms released as she slumped to the ground. Little black dots floated into her vision and then she saw the slits for eyes as the snake looked at her. It's tongue shot out, brushing across the bloody and oozing wound.

The lights along the walls, weak to begin with, began flickering as an odd noise filled the air, accompanied by the noise of wings beating. Mal recognized the noise from the two other times she had heard it. She frowned slightly then sighed, fairly relieved, when the snake was thrown away from her and started shaking and twisting on the ground. Her vision blurred but she was pretty sure the thing was dead and a man now stood in the middle of the room. She watched him turn around, looking at all the other girls before they all just disappeared. Before Mal could get angry and ask, the man had come and crouched by her before touching her forehead and next thing she knew, she was in her motel room, her shoulder healed, and the man in the tan trench coat standing over her as she lay on the bed.

"The other girls are safe, returned to their homes, they will remember nothing." The man informed her, answering the unasked question. Mal blinked and looked at him, taking in the navy blue suit, the trench coat, his messy brown hair, and then the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. Her head tilted to the side as she just stared at him.

"Who the hell are you?" Mal asked, getting back her previous attitude and anger as she climbed off the bed and glared at the man who had just saved her for a third time.

"My name is Castiel...I'm an Angel of the Lord." The man replied. Mal stared at him again for just a moment before shaking her head.

"Yeah...well you can just go to hell!" She snapped, walking around him and going into the washroom to examine her healed shoulder. She looked in the mirror to find Castiel standing at the door, watching her. "What the hell do you want?"

"You're angry." Castiel stated.

"No, really? I never would have figured that out on my own." Mal snapped spinning around to look at him properly. "Why are you still here?"

"You're different." Castiel muttered, frowning slightly.

"Dude, are you like fucking ignoring me or something?" Mal asked.

"No." Castiel replied.

"Good...get the fuck out of my room!" Mal ordered.

"Why?" Castiel asked.

"Why? Maybe because I don't fucking want you here, that's why you fucking idiot!" Mal's voice got louder as she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at Castiel.

"What changed?" Castiel asked softly. Mal paused, unsure what do anymore. She just continued to glare, hoping he'd get the message and just leave. There was a weird feeling in her head and she shook it to try and clear it. When she went back to glaring, she realized that Castiel's face had changed to a horrified expression.

"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?" Mal asked, unable to stop herself.

"I didn't save you." Castiel whispered. Mal froze, realizing what he had seen in her head. She looked momentarily stunned and scared but then the anger came back at full force. "I'm..."

"You're what? Sorry? A little fucking late for that, Angel dude!" Mal snapped. "All those times you came and helped, and the one time...the one time I was actually calling for help...the one time I could have needed it more then ever...was the time you didn't come! Then you show up today, all big and mighty, and think I'm going to be nice? Fuck that! I want you out of room and out of my life NOW!"

"I will not abandon you." Castiel stated strongly.

"GET OUT!" Mal screamed. "NOW! I WANT YOU OUT! JUST FUCKING GO AWAY!" Tears were falling now and she could feel her hands shaking as she ramming them through her hair in frustration. "GET OUT!"

"I will not abandon you." Castiel repeated. "But I will give you space...for now." Mal picked up the bar of soap and threw it but he was already gone. She stared at the spot where he stood seconds earlier before taking a deep breath and rubbing her hands against her face. Getting herself under control, she turned back to her reflection.

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It had been two weeks since that day. Mal had all but forgotten about meeting the Angel man as she jumped from job to job. She was vaguely aware of her birthday coming and going as it always did. Just that little bit older, there was no sense of celebration with that day. If anything, she hated it for everything it had brought her over the years. She found herself in Lawrence, Kansas and at a bar on a stormy night. One thing she denied was her fear of thunder but it did take it's toll on her, making her hide out in loud places to avoid hearing it.

"Aren't you a little young to be in here?" Mal looked over the bar at the bartender. A man in his mid twenties, shaggy brown hair and green eyes. His eyebrow raised, slight concern in his eyes as he looked at the young girl. She took in the plaid shirt, top buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and the dark blue jeans the man wore. He had a towel over his shoulder, looking like a true bartender.

"Not according to my ID." Mal countered.

"Fake Ids are easy to get." The bartender pointed out with a grin.

"Well I ain't drinking so don't you be worrying." Mal muttered, rolling her eyes and looking around the bar

"Got a name?" The bartender asked casually.

"Yeah...do you?" Mal asked, looking back at the young man, wondering why he kept talking to her.

"Sam." The bartender replied. Mal looked at him carefully, examining him.

"Mal." She stated finally.

"Nice to meet you, Mal." Sam smiled politely. Mal turned in her stool to lean forward on the bar, deciding she could pass the time with this bartender since he seemed willing to. "So what are you doing here?"

"Business travel." Mal replied simply with a shrug. "I'm guessing you live here."

"Yep, born here but went traveling most of my life." Sam explained. "Finally got to relax so me and my brother decided we should give this old place another shot."

"You live with your brother?" Mal asked.

"Oh...no, we live in the same apartment building but...different rooms." Sam said. Mal smiled and nodded. She jumped slightly when the power flickered off for a few seconds. Sam raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Afraid of storms?"

"Not afraid of anything." Mal muttered. Sam just tilted his head, smiling slightly.

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When he thought back, he still couldn't figure out how it had happened.

But at the moment he didn't care as he stumbled into his apartment, Mal in his arms, her lips attached to his neck with her legs around his waist. She was a fair bit shorter then him but with him holding her up, her mission was successful. Sam pushed her against the door, closing it in the process and giving them something sturdy to work against.

Mal had driven them to the apartment nearly an hour after closing. While all the drunks filtered out, Sam had done a few shots while talking to the girl, not enough to make him drunk but enough to get a nice buzz. Between the car ride and the elevator ride, something had been brought up that had led to the grope fest they were currently in.

The storm continued to rage outside but Mal was perfectly distracted now, fingers working to open the buttons on her companion's shirt. She grew frustrated quickly and pulled at the neck, sending the buttons flying.

"I'll pay for that." Mal breathed out, running her hands over the finally exposed flesh before her.

"Wasn't a good one anyways." Sam muttered, attaching his mouth to hers as he pulled her from the door and moved further into the apartment.

They made it to the couch, Mal made sure of that. She never used a bed. She could have sex, she could do some pretty kinky things, but she could never bring herself to take it to the bed. Thankfully no one ever asked or bothered, and Sam was no exception to that. He happily went for the couch, making Mal slightly curious as to how long it had been since the last time he had a good screw.

He was asleep and she was awake, watching the rain hitting the windows, when her phone went off, vibrating across the coffee table. She extracted herself from the circle of Sam's arms and picked up the phone, moving away from the couch and starting to find her clothes.

"Got a new job for me?" Mal asked quietly.

"You really don't ever sleep do you?" Bobby asked.

"Try not to." Mal replied, glancing back at the couch as Sam made a noise. She watched him lift an arm up over his head and stayed asleep. "So...job?"

"Yeah some weird stuff going down in Lawrence, Kansas." Bobby explained. "I know a couple of guys there but they're sort of retired and I don't wanna bother them if you're close enough and willing."

"I'm already there actually." Mal pointed out, grinning. "Awesome how things work huh?"

"Yeah...just amazing." Bobby muttered sarcastically.

"Geez, chill out." Mal responded.

"Yeah sure, kid." Bobby grumbled. Mal sighed, recognizing the tone. "I'll chill out the day you stop being such a reckless idiot. You're seventeen..."

"Eighteen." Mal muttered, shimmying into her underwear.

"Big whoop, you're still a kid." Bobby argued.

"Where's the boogeyman?" Mal replied, deadpan. "Just give me a damn general location so I can get this done and over with."

"Graveyard." Bobby stated. "Mallory..." He got cut off by the line going dead as Mal hang up her phone and put it back on the table.

"Heading off?" Sam muttered, alerting the girl to his waking. She turned around then approached the couch as the naked man sat up.

"Got a few things to do." Mal replied. She leaned down and grinned. "Did you want another round?"

"You don't seem like the type to hang around too long." Sam pointed out as he reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"I'm not." Mal agreed. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, letting his tongue tangle with hers. His hand curled in her hair as the other lifted up to her waist. She pulled back slightly, running a hand down his chest and across his stomach, and smirked at the shiver she caused. "But I am the type to want seconds of something I like."

And just like that, she was back on the couch, the small amount of clothing she had managed to track down were being pulled off once more.

So looks like this story is lining up to be a battle between Sam and Cas for Mal's affection lol. Or there might be something else. It really all depends on how my muse decides to operate again.