Quickie in the Back
I make no promises to future happiness. Just stating that now in case people might think that I could continue to pull off happy endings like I seem to be doing with all my other stories. Haven't done a sad ending since...well...Supernatural Wonderland had a sort of sad ending but the saddest I've done was that Harry Potter story of mine, Everything You Know.
But since I don't have any plans for the ending right now, it could go either way. We'll just have to wait and see.
Mallory Turner didn't believe in a lot of things and she didn't particularly feel like blindly obeying anyone. Although she had to admit that had Castiel declared nowadays that he was the new lord, she probably would willingly follow him.
Not that she would ever let him know that of course, she had a reputation to uphold.
This was the direction her mind decided to travel in as she hunted down a vampire group. She had allowed for her phone to be shut off for two days as she and Castiel spent time at the Cuban hotel but then she reasoned with him that there was work to be done and when she turned her phone back on, there were several messages from Bobby. Castiel had brought her back to the states as she listened to her messages and he supplied her, somehow, with a new old car. He had asked what she would like and since she couldn't have her Monte Carlo back, she had jokingly asked for the General Lee. When the Angel had been confused, Mal explained it was a dodge charger and he had disappeared only to reappear seconds later, behind her, with a midnight blue charger.
That had been five hours ago and now, after a long talk with Bobby about taking a breather and convincing him that she was perfectly fine, she had her latest job playing vampire slayer.
"I have GOT to get that show out of my head." Mal muttered. Her eyes looking around the deserted shopping center. She could hear noises coming from ahead and slowed her pace just slightly, moving to hide in the shadows. She held her breath as she moved towards the noises and rounded a corner to the food court, finding it full of vampires with a few humans scattered around in various states of consciousness. Mal bit her lip as she counted the blood suckers and readied her gun. She wasn't aiming to kill them with it but it would buy her time until she could get close enough to cut their heads off properly.
Of course she didn't count on one of the hostages seeing her then screaming for help. Mal rolled her eyes at the girl's idiocy before opening fire on her attackers. She felt pretty good about herself as she shot down what she thought was all of them. Putting the gun away and taking out a large knife, she made her way over and starting hacking off the heads, ignoring the whining the idiot girl was doing about it being gross.
"Nasty little girl!" Mal yelped in surprise when someone caught her wrists and locked them behind her back. Her hair was grabbed and yanked, pulling her head to the side. She could smell the blood and dirt that usually went with vampire breath and she nearly gagged. "You're going to pay for killing my brethren like that."
"Yeah? Says who?" Mal asked.
"I do." The vampire declared. Mal got ready to kick backwards as she felt the vampire fangs near her neck. When it paused, she frowned, and when it snarled and threw her away, she didn't know what to do. "You reek of Angel."
"I...what?" Mal asked.
"An Angel's smell is all over you. What makes you so special?" The vampire questioned. Mal raised an eyebrow then couldn't help laughing slightly at the sound of beating wings. A silvery blade swung through the vampire's neck and the head fell off, hitting the floor at the same time as the rest of the body.
"So not only do you constantly protect me...but now your smell does too?" Mal asked, amused as she stood up. Castiel just smiled slightly before taking in the carnage of the food court. "Think you can...whisk this all away?"
"Yes." Castiel replied. Mal blinked and looked around, the vampires now gone and the humans all unconscious and healed. "Their memories are altered, they won't remember any of this. The authorities have been notified so we should probably..." He never got to finish as Mal, rolling her eyes at his obvious statements, had crossed the distance between them, grabbed hold of his tie, than yanked him down to press her lips to his. There was a momentary stunned pause before he succumbed to the gesture.
The sound of beating wings surrounded her and next second she was sitting on the hood of her car, the Angel between her legs with his arms firmly locked around her.
"That...was the shortest amount of time...we've ever spent apart." Mal laughed slightly as she leaned her forehead against his.
"It would have been shorter but I had things to oversee elsewhere." Castiel remarked. He rested his hands on her shoulders and his blue eyes swept over her, inspecting for any physical damage. She just rolled her eyes and leaned back, putting her hands on the hood behind her. "Did you get harmed?"
"Nope, right as rain." Mal assured him. She ran her heel up the back of his leg and grinned. "But I won't say no if you insist on a...closer...inspection." She almost laughed as the confusion crossed the Angel's face. When understanding finally dawned and he climbed onto car to hover over her, a smile lit up her face as she leaned back to lie down.
"You will get me in trouble one day." Castiel muttered.
"Hmm...then let's make it a good reason." Mal declared.
"Please believe me when I say this is very tempting." Castiel's tone made Mal's eyebrow raise as she wondered what he was going to say next. He was close, she could feel the heat from his body and his breath on her cheek as he took several deep ones in an attempt to remain in control of himself. "But there are other problems that must be seen to first."
"Not even a little quick round?" Mal asked innocently. Castiel raised an eyebrow before he slowly climbed down off the car and helped her down. "You have no idea what that even means, do you?"
"I believe I have a vague idea." Castiel replied, almost sounding insulted.
"Good." Mal remarked cheerfully. Before the Angel could even say anything, she had kissed him again and loosened up his tie in order to get at the buttons of his shirt. All other thoughts fled his mind as he pulled Mal around the car. She pushed him into the backseat and he made no objections as her hands went to work on opening his belt.
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"You heard from Cas lately?" Dean asked, sitting down on a stool in front of his brother at the bar. Sam raised an eyebrow as he rinsed out a glass. "I mean...obviously not gonna be any major crisis hearings but...he is our bud."
"I think he's still a little guilty over what he did even though he wasn't really in control." Sam remarked, fetching a beer for Dean. "Starting to miss him?"
"Just curious, you know." Dean replied. "Leave him alone too long and who knows what'll happen."
"I don't think he's going to do anything major again, Dean." Sam reasoned. His brother shrugged and picked up the beer as it was placed on the bar top. "How's work?"
"I'm telling ya Sammy, demons are smaller dicks then my boss." Dean answered, shaking his head. He had ended up getting a construction job like he had a few years ago when he was trying to settle down with Lisa. It was simple work and he enjoyed building, He just didn't enjoy getting nagged by his boss.
"Well Bobby did say he'd have something ready for you when you finally snapped." Sam joked.
"Oh ha ha." Dean grumbled, downing a good portion of the beer. "Speaking of Bobby though, I talked to him earlier. He was going on about how some girl hunter had been ignoring his calls for the last few days. Apparently he was getting ready to call us and see if we could maybe help track her down."
"He like this girl or something?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Dean replied, shrugging. "He said she used to be like Rufus' protege or something. Think he said she was one of the Turner kids."
"I thought they were all dead." Sam mused out loud.
"So did I but apparently not." Dean agreed. "What was there anyways? Jeffrey, Aiden and..."
"I don't remember, some girl they adopted." Sam filled in. "Never met the kids, just knew the parents." Dean nodded in agreement, sipping his beer silently. "So what are you going to do if you don't hear from Cas anytime soon?"
"Call maybe, I don't know." Dean replied. "Think we should set up some guy night or something. You know...you could invite some clowns from here, I can get George and Mikey from work. They've been bitching about their wives bitching too much." Sam laughed and shook his head. "What? It could be fun."
"Yeah...play cards, drink beers, eat chips till your gut explodes." Sam narrated the future event. Dean smiled happily at the thought and it only made his brother laugh more. "If I got the night off, I'll probably join."
"Sweet!" Dean exclaimed. "We could hire a stripper." Sam gave him a look and Dean just shrugged, still grinning at all the ideas forming in his head.
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"That was not quick." Castiel muttered, eyes turned to gaze through the foggy back window.
"Hmm...well we tried." Mal pointed out. "Your fault for being so thorough."
"You did not complain." Castiel argued. Mal smiled and lifted her head off his chest to look at him.
"So what was the big trouble that needs to be dealt with?" She asked.
"I've located the demon." Castiel explained. He received a vacant expression and decided to elaborate to get the point across. "The one who killed your brother and who is in charge of the monsters that have attacked you twice now."
"Oh." Mal said, unsure what else to say. Her shoulder stung just from the thought of the beasts and she rolled it carefully to try and get rid of the feeling.
"I don't expect you to come. I just felt you needed to know." Castiel continued to explain.
"No way am I sitting this out." Mal argued, starting to pull on her clothes. "That fucker's going down for everything he's done."
"It amazes me how many uses that word has." Castiel mused. "And you seem to find them all."
"I'm just brilliant that way." Mal joked, winking. Castiel smiled just slightly and shifted around to pull on his clothing. Mal eventually climbed out of the car to make it easier. Apparently two people getting undressed in the back seat was much more doable than the same two people getting dressed.
"Are you sure about this?" Castiel asked. Mal looked at him carefully, taking in his concern and worry. She actually found herself appreciating it and liking the fact that he worried about her. But she had to go. She had to see this demon and she had to kill it to avenge her family and finally maybe find some closure for herself to be able to move on from that dreaded portion of her past.
"Let's do this." Mal stated firmly.
Okay so this took a long time. I had the vampire attack bit written up for the longest time and then the rest just slowly slowly came. I needed to update this story so this chapter is shorter than I would have wanted it to be. Sorry.