Lucky

So I went and made another banner again. I just love the background I have for it lol. But I also went and watched the video that I made that this story was originally supposed to be based off...there's not a lot of the clips of that fit with this story now besides the characters lol. Still love that video though.

By the way, does anyone else hate when they have stories that jump ahead of the show and than watch the episodes and wonder how they can fit that into their stuff? I'm hoping I'm doing good with this, having this set even after season seven so who knows what'll happen in there with Cas and the boys.

Castiel had only ever experienced a hand full of kisses. His first coming from the demon Meg a few years ago. While it had seemed like the normal thing to do at the time after watching the "video that is not to be talked about", he realized now that it was most certainly not what he should have done. Nevertheless, and if asked he wouldn't admit it, he found himself enjoying the experience despite the situation and partner. Then, of course, there was the time a few days ago in the hotel room where Mal had attempted more than just kissing.

He touched his fingers to his lips as he sat on the little stone bench, staring at the stream racing before him. Barely half an hour ago, he was sitting on the hood of the Monte Carlo with Mal's lips in place of his fingers. He had opened up completely to the young girl, explained all his previous dilemmas over the course of several hours, and she had turned around and kissed him. Castiel had, at first, been completely stunned. He surprised himself as much as her when he wouldn't let her move away from him. Of course, the second time she attempted to move away, he let her. He felt awkward, unsure of what to do.

When Mal had left, he had come to his place of solitude to think about what he had done. He sat there for a long time but time meant nothing in this place. He wondered about his courses of action, what he should do next.

Perhaps the Winchesters would have some advice.

That thought was quickly pushed out of his head. Castiel could already imagine how Dean would react when told of this dilemma. There would be laughing involved, that much he knew. Besides, his relationship with the brothers was still a bit rocky and something like this seemed too personal for their current friendship standings.

So what was he to do?

He literally had no one else to go to. No one he could talk to without getting laughed at or called an abomination. Anyone he might have considered asking help from a few years ago were dead and he had only himself to blame for that.

Mal wasn't the only one he should be seeking redemption from but she was the start of his very long list.

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She wondered if she should call him.

Or at least...call to him. How exactly do you get in touch with an Angel anyways?

And for that matter, when did she even start thinking thoughts like this?

Mal had been fine going days without seeing her Angelic stalker, that's basically what happened these days anyways. She'd get a couple of hours with him annoying her or helping her and then she wouldn't see him for a few days. So why was she anxious now? Why did she care about seeing him now?

It had been two days since she had kissed him. Two days since they had sat on the hood of her car. Two days since he had shared his life story with her.

And two minutes since Mal realized she actually liked Castiel.

"Son of a bitch!" The young hunter hit her fist on her steering wheel as she drove. Her destination was unknown since she had just finished her most recent job but she didn't know what else to do. She didn't want to just sit around and wait for something, she had to move.

"You know exactly where you're going."

Mal looked to the passenger seat and almost drove into oncoming traffic. Sitting next to her was Jeffery or at least, it was looked like him. It couldn't have been a demon, it just couldn't. She always made sure there was nothing in the car before driving off after a hunt. She had rituals, she was borderline OCD about these things. But yet right there, slightly transparent, sat her older brother.

"Oh fucking hell." Mal muttered.

Didn't raise you to have that sort of language, Mal." Jeffery chided.

"You can't bitch on my language, you're dead!" Mal snapped. Jeffery sighed next to her. "And what the hell do you mean, I know exactly where I'm going?"

"Because you do. You're going to him." Jeffery pointed out. Mal paused than frowned. "But he won't be there will he?"

"Just shut up and leave me alone!" Mal's voice started to rise. She could deal with demons and monsters taking on the appearance of her brother but not this. Not some freaky inner soul trip thing.

"You say that to everyone that tries to help you now." Jeffery muttered. He reached over, his hand hovering over Mal's on the steering wheel but not quite touching. "What happened to you?"

"YOU DIED!" Mal screamed, jerking her hand away from his. She realized to late that she had been gripping the wheel so tightly that she hadn't let it go and instead turned the car straight towards another car. Mal gasped and keep turning the wheel. The Monte Carlo careened out of the way of oncoming traffic and flew by the guard rail.

Horns honked loudly.

Lights flashed.

Things flew past the front windshield faster than the girl could keep track.

The glass getting broken more and more.

The world turned upside down than right side up then upside down over and over.

Something gripped Mal's arm tightly.

When she finally became aware of things again, she found herself sitting against a tree, staring at the overturned wreck of her beloved car, sitting at the bottom of a hill. At the top of the hill, behind rows of trees, she could hear voices shouting but she paid all of that little attention.

"Mallory."

Her body moved on instinct, propelling her forward until she had her arms wrapped around the Angel standing only a foot away from her. Her face pressed against his chest and she attempted several deep breaths to calm herself before the inevitable happened.

She cried.

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It was the first time ever that Castiel had brought someone else to his place of solitude. He transported them without thinking after he saved Mal from the car crash. They had to avoid the inevitable crowd that was going to be coming down the hill to check on the accident. He made sure to transport her bags and weapons as well, no use leaving them for anyone to stumble across.

He sat on the stone bench, eyes gazing at the little stream once more, only this time he held a weeping eighteen year old girl across his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her as his fingers moved gently on her back to sooth her. He wasn't too sure why she was crying but it was unsettling for him. There was only one time he had seen tears on her and that was the first ever time that he had met her when he had made sure the Turners would take her and care for her.

"Jeffery was there." Mal muttered finally after what felt like ages of just crying for the first time since her brother's death.

"Where?" Castiel asked softly.

"In the car." Mal replied. The Angel sighed, reaching up to brush the reddish brown hair from the young girl's face. She looked at him with pain filled eyes.

"You're crying again." Castiel remarked. Mal sighed and closed her eyes, the tears running down her face again. "Please stop."

"Can't really stop it." Mal explained, laughing a hollow laugh.

"I don't like it." Castiel brushed his thumb across Mal's cheek before cupping his hand over it. Her eyes opened again and gazed up at him.

Neither of them could tell who moved first, they just knew that they met somewhere in the middle, lips moving together with an almost urgent behaviour. Mal sought comfort and Castiel sought to give her it. When he turned them around to lie her down, it ended up being in a field of roses. He didn't quite understand it but he also didn't pay much attention. When Mal's hands pushed at his suit jacket, he willingly assisted in sliding it off and tossing it aside.

"I'm not...I don't..." Castiel wasn't sure how to convey anything as most of his attention went to the fact that the girl beneath him was loosening his tie. "I think..."

"No...no thinking." Mal cut in, shaking her head. "Please Castiel...don't think. Just feel."

It may have been the look in her eyes. It may have been the plea she uttered. It may have been her hands working the buttons of his shirt open. Or it may even have been the fact that for the first time since they had met, she had called him by his name rather than some ridiculous excuse of a nickname. Whatever the reason, he didn't deny her, and swiftly brought his mouth back to hers as he shook off his shirt.

I really wanted this chapter up. I want to try and get through this story before season seven starts. I also need to try and get through Twist the End by that time too because I do want to try and keep it more original than just following the episodes.

By the way, this chapter was named for a song by Bif Naked. I truly adore that song and think that some parts work well for Mal and Cas.