Hunters United

So Mal's waking up and things are going to get a little tense. This chapter is shorter than the last few, sorry.

She didn't want to wake up. The voices were hushed but she could hear them and was slowly starting to make sense of them.

"Jesus, Sam!"

"Look, I didn't know who she..."

"Oh for...come on!"

"Hey! Don't snap at me for that! Mr. Master of the one night stands with women he doesn't know."

"...okay fine point taken but dude, she's like a kid."

"Funny, I think I said the same thing to you with Claire."

"Ouch, low blow."

"You asked for it."

"Oh for God's sake, will you two shut up?" Mal groaned. "Fuck...what's a girl gotta do to be able to keep unconscious here?"

"Mal?" One of the voices finally sounded familiar and Mal froze. She opened her eyes slowly to see Sam standing nearby. She frowned and looked around, spotting another man that she didn't know or even recognize. He barely looked older than Sam and, judging by the similarities, she wondered if this man was Sam's brother.

"What...the fuck...am I doing here?" Mal asked, sitting up and trying to force away the spinning that had erupted in her head. She struggled against Sam when he attempted to lay her back down. "Screw off Sam! I want to know why I'm here and where the fuck are my clothes?"

"I...I don't know much on the second one but uh...Cas said they got ripped..." Sam started but got cut off when Mal bolted off the couch, the blanket held to her body.

"Fucking Angel head brought me here?" The girl asked, her teeth clenched and anger very evident in her. She paused for a moment then looked confused. "Wait, how the hell do you know him?"

"Uh...well..." Sam was cut off once again by the reappearance of the previously mentioned Angel. The young ex-hunter had to duck as Mal grabbed the nearest thing she could find, which turned out to be the television remote, and hurled it at the Angel. Castiel, who wasn't expecting it, got hit in the head and blinked in confusion.

"Mallory..." He started his attempt to calm the girl, taking a brave and very stupid step forward.

"DON'T FUCKING 'MALLORY' ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Mal screamed. This at least, Castiel had expected. He stopped and stood still, his eyes never leaving the enraged and hurt girl standing on the other side of Sam. "Why don't you just go away for good, huh? Why can't you just leave me the hell alone? I'm sick of your help! I'm sick of you showing up when I'm in a fight then being no where when I'm actually needing the saving!"

"Mallory please..." Castiel pleaded.

"NO! FUCK YOU!" Mal cut him off. She moved towards him, everyone seeing the intent to harm and possibly maim the Angel. Sam grabbed her around the waist and she struggled against him. "Damn it, Sam, let me go!"

"No, Mal, it's pointless, you'll hurt yourself more than you hurt him physically." Sam argued.

"Fuck that!" Mal shot back.

"Mallory please listen." Castiel begged. "I didn't mean..."

"You never mean anything...it just happens." Mal finished off, glaring. "The one demon you're never around to stop is the one that always...ALWAYS...hurts the most. Isn't that right...Cas." She said the name like it was some sort of vile word and the tone made the Angel flinch, his eyes lowering to the floor.

"Okay look kid..." Dean began in hopes of defending his friend.

"Dean, don't." Sam cut in this time. Dean stared at his brother in disbelief but Sam just gave him a look that clearly meant they'd talk about it later.

"Is my stuff here?" Mal asked, her tone still harsh, her eyes still narrowed on the only man in the room that she actually thought she knew. Castiel nodded to the question, his eyes slowly lifting up. Just as they were about to connect with hers, Mal looked away, staring instead at a magazine on the table. "Go away."

"Mallory..."

"Get...the fuck...away...from me." Mal hissed out, her hands clenching around Sam's arm and he winced slightly as her nails dug into his skin. Castiel looked at Dean who just nodded in a way to tell the other man to meet at his apartment. With a sigh, the Angel vanished and the apartment fell silent.

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Since Dean didn't want to be left alone with the teenager that was pretty much naked, he volunteered to go downstairs to find her car and get her stuff out of it so she could get dressed. This left Sam and Mal alone and the younger brother wasn't too sure what do or say. The girl toyed with the blanket that was wrapped around her unharmed body. She remembered the torturing, remembered the rape, and it felt like four years ago all over again.

"So uh...you...you're a hunter." Sam spoke up finally, not liking the silence.

"Apparently so are you." Mal retorted.

"Sort of...retired." Sam explained. Mal raised an eyebrow as she looked at him, wondering if he was kidding. "Been through a lot. Needed a break."

"Huh." Mal muttered. "How do you know...him?" She couldn't even label the Angel with a nickname and another sense of anger and betrayal hit her.

"Castiel? He's sort of...well he's...he's kind of like Dean's guardian Angel." Sam attempted to explain. Mal snorted and shook her head. "I'm not even kidding."

"You're the guys from his story." Mal thought out loud. This time Sam raised an eyebrow. "He told me about the time he tried to be God."

"Oh." Sam nodded slowly, remembering the time even though he wasn't too fond of it. "Yeah it was...rough."

"Sounds like it was." Mal agreed. They fell into silence, Mal reliving the night while Sam just watching her and wondering what to do. Talking to her didn't seem this hard last time but then they were in a bar drinking and then when they got back to the apartment...

"How old are you?" Sam asked suddenly. Mal looked at him and seemed a little surprised to be asked. Sam shrugged and sat down on the couch next to her. "I think I deserve to know."

"Eighteen." Mal muttered, looking down at her legs. "About...a week before I met you."

"Oh...well then...happy birthday to you." Sam commented, making a slight laugh come from Mal. "So how do you know Cas?"

"He likes to save me unless I really really need it." Mal replied bitterly. Sam raised a brow, knowing already there was more to the story then she was telling but decided not to push the issue. They sat silently until Dean came in with all of Mal's bags. Eyebrows were raised in confusion as the eldest person put the bags on the floor.

"Didn't know which one to get." Dean defended himself, retreating into the kitchen. "By the way, nice car."

"Uh...thanks." Mal replied.

"Bedroom's just over there or you can use the bathroom." Sam instructed, pointing out each room. Mal nodded and opted for the bathroom. Dean came from the kitchen and dropped down onto the couch with a plate full of Chinese food. He cracked open a beer and looked at his brother.

"Bedroom's just over there?" Dean asked.

"We uh...didn't use the bedroom." Sam explained. Dean blinked then looked around before quickly jumping up. Sam rolled his eyes and went to get some food as his brother sat on a chair.

Okay so this is even shorter than the last couple but I really couldn't think of what else to add here and this was the basics of the remainder of that day.