Sick of Heartache
So I watched a movie called Welcome to the Rileys the other day and I realized something. I've got my Mal as Kristen Stewart and the personality I've given her, matches quite well to the personality she has in that movie, even has the same name lol. I swear that was just coincidence as I've had Mal thought out in my mind for a while before I even knew about that movie. And of course, the main inspiration for this story was the video I have on youtube which went up before that movie was announced.
And I've made a third banner for this story, check it out on my profile, it has Mal, Sam and Cas.
Mal had previously never known why anyone would want to go to Wyoming but now as she sat in a coffee shop at three in the morning, it started to make sense. At least, it made sense why people would come to this city. There wasn't really much to it but it was a good place to just hide out. It was like it was completely separate from the outside world. The city had it's advantages and disadvantages but for the most part it seemed to be a very peaceful and quite place.
At least it was until just before Mal showed up. Everyone was paranoid and more than one person had broken down into tears of blood since Mal had arrived. The whole town might as well have been under quarantine for all she knew if her PK meter hadn't started jumping around like crazy from the moment she had arrived. The coffee girl at the counter had been nice enough to fill Mal in on the messes going on and even went into full detail about everything that had hit her brother who was now sealed in his room for the protection of the rest of the family.
"Let's see...bloody tears, sleeping for long hours during the day..." Mal muttered to herself as she scribbled everything she knew in a little notebook. She paused when the door of the coffee shop opened but she refused to lift her eyes. She knew who it would be without having to look. Sure enough, the newcomer came straight to her table and sat down. Mal tapped her pen on her notebook, watching it move as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet. "Should I even bother telling you to go away?"
"No." Castiel replied honestly. Mal sighed and sipped her hot chocolate. "You're in distress."
"No I'm not." Mal countered.
"You won't feel it yet." Castiel remarked. "The unnatural illness in this city has infected you." Mal paused then slowly lifted her eyes to the Angel. His sudden appearance finally made sense but she still couldn't believe that she had contracted this illness when she had only been in the city for an hour and the only person she had spoken to was the girl behind the counter.
Who's brother had it.
"Did she..." Mal spoke quietly, eyes darting to the counter girl.
"She is uninfected but she is a carrier." Castiel answered the unfinished question. Mal frowned. "She can lead us to the source."
"Us?" Mal asked.
"You will feel the affects soon and will be unable to perform properly." Castiel remarked.
"Is this going to be like all those times I've been poisoned?" Mal asked.
"In some ways...worse." Castiel replied. Mal groaned, already imagining the pain she was due to be in. She would have asked the Angel if he could heal her already but judging by the look on his face, the answer would be no. This was something that had to have the source taken out first before healing could be done.
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Mal was starting to feel the illness as they were driving, tailing the coffee girl's car. She was glad that Castiel had insisted on being the driver (even though she suspected he was using whatever Angel powers he had to move the vehicle). Once it started to take affect, her vision began blurring horribly every few seconds. Her head started to pound and her stomach began twisting and turning as if there was something eating away at it. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to try and force the pain away. She didn't need to be able to see to know that as soon as she felt the tears rolling from her eyes, they would be bloody. They felt different from regular tears, thicker.
"We're almost there." Castiel informed her softly, hoping to ease some of her tension. Mal just nodded slightly and even that action sent her head into a tail spin. She pressed the heels of her hands against her temples hoping to alleviate the pain. She could almost feel the worry rolling off the Angel next to her. As the car stopped, she opened her eyes to try and see where they were and was surprised that it looked like a regular old street with regular old houses along it.
"Is this right?" Mal asked. "Did we just follow her home?"
"No...she is unwitting as to why she came here." Castiel replied. He looked at Mal as he shut off the car. She kept trying to focus on what was outside of the car, her face streaked by the bloodied tears. "You need to stay here."
"No." Mal refused as she turned her head to look at the Angel next to her.
"It wasn't a request." Castiel remarked.
"I don't care, I'm not staying here." Mal insisted. "This is my job, I'm not letting you do it."
"Mallory..." Castiel started. Mal just shook her head and got out of the car, stumbling slightly as things spun for a moment. She took a deep breath then turned to tell him to hurry up, only to find him standing a few inches from her. She frowned in irritation but didn't say anything. He looked her over before sighing and taking her arm, leading her after the coffee girl to a shady looking house on the corner. He was fairly certain that she was weak enough that he'd be able to just send her back to the car but he didn't want her angry with him. He was sure this wouldn't be a hard job to deal with.
The coffee girl didn't close the door all the way so they were able to sneak in. Mal stumbled and staggered then finally dropped onto a couch, clutching her head and shaking all over. Castiel made a move towards her but was halted as a ring of fire blazed into life around him. Mal jumped and lifted her feet up onto the couch to avoid getting burned.
"I knew I smelled Angel stink entering this town." The coffee girl stepped over to them, only now her eyes were black and her face was covered in sores. Mal flinched and shifted to the far end of the couch.
"Bacarra...I should have known." Castiel remarked harshly. "You always did enjoy this sort of thing."
"What can I say, watching people fall victim to their own defense systems is just so...entertaining." Bacarra admitted with a smile.
"Release me." Castiel demanded.
"No, I don't think so." Bacarra refused simply. She walked around the ring of fire and over to Mal. The young hunter barely saw the demon until she got closer. Mal tensed up when she felt Bacarra standing over her and then a hand went down her face. Her pain doubled and she curled up on the couch with a whimper. "Humans...so simple...so annoying."
"Leave her alone." Castiel ordered through gritted teeth. His eyes narrowed as he watched the demon touch his girl. Wait...his girl?
"Is this human a soft spot for you?" Bacarra asked. "Hmm...now that's very interesting." She turned to Mal and crouched down in front of her. "What would you say to being my little whore, sweetheart?"
"I...I'd say...go...back...to hell." Mal gritted out seconds before she moved her gun and pulled the trigger. Bacarra paused then looked down, seeing the flashing wound in her chest before she fell back into the ring of holy fire. Castiel quickly used the body as a bridge to escape his trap as Mal dropped her gun and curled in on herself.
"Mallory." The Angel sighed as he gazed down at her. Her face was beet red from inner heat and pain plus the bloodied tears. Her nails had dug into the palms of her hands and broke through the skin. He could feel every ounce of pain she was in and it was all he could do to keep himself from dropping to his knees and begging her for forgiveness. He couldn't help before...but he could now that she had beaten Bacarra.
He could feel the other residence of the city getting better slowly. None of them had been personally touched by the demon as Mal had been. She would be getting worse before she even began to get better and that would take weeks. So many long weeks of pain. Castiel wouldn't allow that. The girl had been through enough.
Mal felt herself get lifted up then held against a cool body. She sighed as the chill swept through her overheated body. She knew it was Castiel. Knew he had sat down and held her on his lap. One hand rubbed her back, easing the pains throughout her body. The other hand gently brushed her hair out of her face. The last of the heat and pains vanished when a pair of lips pressed to her forehead. Mal relaxed completely against the Angel and was fast asleep within a few minutes.
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She sat on the hood of her car on the outskirts of some town, in the middle of the night, three days later. The Angel's long brown trench coat currently residing on her small frame as she leaned back look up at the stars in the sky. She had woken up after the sickness incident in the bed of a hotel room. There was a note saying to take time off and that the room was taken care of. While she didn't know the handwriting, she was fairly certain it came from Castiel. She surprised herself when she actually did what the note said and hung out in the hotel room for a couple of days. This had been her first day back on the road and she had been driving for nearly eight hours straight. The Monte Carlo would need gas when she decided to get back to driving but for right now she was just going to sit there.
At least, that was the thought she had in mind before she heard the flapping.
"Castiel." Mal muttered her greeting without turning her eyes, knowing the Angel was currently sitting next to her on the hood of the car.
"You're peaceful." Castiel pointed out.
"Way to state the obviously." Mal replied. It wasn't as harsh as it usually was. Castiel looked at her to see her eyes closed. The light breeze of the night blew her hair back and she took several deep breathes as she relaxed.
"Am I to believe that this means you no longer resent my presence?" Castiel asked, feeling a little hopeful.
"I've given up on telling you to fuck off when you obviously won't." Mal answered simply, leaning back on her elbows.
"You're wearing my coat." Castiel remarked.
"You left it with me." Mal retorted. She opened her eyes in time to catch the slight smile on the Angel's face as he looked away from her to take in the night sky. "What's it like? Up there, I mean."
"Bright." Castiel replied. "Not long ago...it was mass chaos."
"Why?" Mal asked, sitting back up.
"There was a war." Castiel explained. "Angels fighting each other. The Apocalypse had been averted but some wanted to restart it. One of my brother's wished to take God's place and command Heaven."
"What did you want?" Mal questioned.
"I didn't want the Apocalypse." Castiel stated, turning his eyes back to Mal. She tilted her head in curiousity. "I went to war against my brother. I did certain...regrettable things. Things I wish I didn't have to do. I felt like I had become a completely different person. I wasn't me anymore, which may have been part of the reason it took me so long to return to your side once more." He looked away from the girl next to him, no longer able to look in those pale green eyes. "During the time that your brother...that you were...I was human then, I had lost my powers. When they were returned, I was changed."
He went on into a surprising amount of detail, explaining everything he had done during the Heaven civil war. He was surprised when Mal listened to everything he said, watching him intently. He talked for hours, only realizing the time when he could see the sky brightening with hints of reds and yellows. His talking faded off as he watched the horizon. The sun rose behind Mal, highlighting the red in her hair and casting a glow around her. Castiel stared at her in fascination, taken back by the beauty.
"What are you looking at?" Mal asked curiously.
"You." Castiel replied. Mal blinked, looking a little surprised by his bluntness. Her pale green eyes searched his blue ones. For a few minutes neither said anything, just looked at each other. Mal still processing everything she had just learned about the Angel. When it all made sense, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She blinked a couple of times, surprised to feel tears falling free.
And then she kissed him.
Oh gosh, I'm sorry for the delay on this one. It went, it stopped, it went, it stepped, it was just so ARG! But this is the update and I hope you check out the new banner, I personally love it.