Explain the Girl

Okay so it's sort of been demanded for jealous Cas so let's see what I can come up with while still keeping him like himself.

"Okay, start explaining dude." Dean demanded, walking into his own apartment and almost instantly coming face to face with Castiel.

"I explained what is going on." Castiel remarked, looking confused.

"No...you explained what just went down." Dean countered. "There's still the need to explain why exactly there's a traumatized teenager sitting in my brother's apartment that YOU brought to us after some demon did the dirty without permission. Who the hell is she Cas?"

"Her name is Mallory Turner, she is eighteen." Castiel explained. He started pacing around and Dean leaned on the wall to watch him. "I met her ten years ago when she ran away from her biological family. I took her to the Turners. Five years later, her mother and one brother were captured. She and her other brother made the move to save them but were too late. Mallory was bitten by a monster which poisoned her. She nearly died and would have had I not shown up."

"Huh." Dean muttered, tilting his head.

"It happened in the first year I met you." Castiel explained. "Just before Sam released Lucifer."

"Okay, keep going, we got a couple more years to fill in." Dean pushed. Castiel sighed and stopped pacing, his eyes on the floor.

"When I was...human...the demon that got her tonight, got her then." He continued his story. "It took over her brother...and raped her...on her fourteenth birthday."

Dean froze hearing that. He usually wasn't quick at figuring these things out but his brain was already working in overdrive and everything was fitting together. He sighed and ran a hand down his face, leaning his head back against the wall, eyes on the ceiling.

"I couldn't save her." Castiel muttered, his voice sounding so miserable and heartbroken that it caught Dean off guard. "I didn't even know..."

"And then you were...God." Dean continued the story from the point he knew.

"I was controlled by the souls and believed myself to be God." Castiel agreed bitterly. "A part of me knew it was wrong. I kept away from Mallory."

"How long has it been?" Dean asked, hoping he didn't need to elaborate.

"Roughly a month." Castiel explained. He paused then slowly lifted his eyes to look at his friend. He knew he needed to say it. The issue that had been plaguing him for several days now. Dean wasn't exactly the perfect person to talk to about this but there were few other options. "Dean...I have...feelings for her."

"Feelings?" Dean asked, almost dreading the explanation that would come. "Like...what kind of feelings are we talking here, Cas?"

"Ones I do not fully understand." Castiel replied. He sat down with a heavy thud and stared at his hands, remembering how only hours ago they had run gently over the soft curves of Mal's body as she arched and squirmed above him in the back of her car. He took a deep breath to steady himself then lifted his eyes to Dean. "I have...been to bed with her."

"What do you mean you...oh...OH...no, Cas, come on dude, seriously?" Dean rambled on. "You too? Jesus fucking Christ, what is it with this girl? I mean good, great, that you've finally got your cherry popped but her? The traumatized, messed up little teenager? I mean what the hell, first Sam and now you? Am I going to have to stay away from her or else risk sleeping with her as well?"

"First Sam?" Castiel asked, confused.

"Yeah man, he...wait...you...you didn't know?" Dean asked. Castiel just blinked. Dean sighed and rubbed his head then got a couple of beers from the kitchen before plopping down next to his friend and offering one over. The Angel took the drink hesitantly and stared at the bottle for a few moments, contemplating. "I only just found out. Asked how he knew her."

"She slept with him." Castiel muttered.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying." Dean agreed. He glanced at his friend as he sipped his own beer. He actually saw Castiel's shoulders slump just a little.

"Why?" Castiel asked.

"Why did she sleep with him?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded. "How the hell should I know? Sam just said they met at the bar he works at and things just...went." Castiel frowned slightly, taking the leap from depressed to angry. "And now they're down there alone."

"I don't like it." Castiel muttered.

"Dude, you brought her there." Dean reminded the Angel. "And she's pretty pissed at you so I doubt she'll be willing to let you take her anywhere else."

"But I don't like it." Castiel grumbled this time, restating his displeasure.

"Well that makes two of us." Dean agreed. Castiel raised an eyebrow. "Although considering how messed up she is, Sam may actually be a good person for her to have around. He can help her."

"I've been helping her." Castiel pointed out.

"Right, yeah, I know, but come on, think about what just happened." Dean stated firmly. "I'm not usually the voice of reason but seriously, even I can understand where she's coming from and I don't even know the full picture." Castiel paused and contemplated what his friend was saying. "Someone that broken...they get on the road to repair and one pothole could set back all the fixing that's already been done."

"She will sleep with Sam again." Castiel muttered dejectedly.

"Who knows." Dean sighed, slouching somewhat on the couch. "Now enough of this chick moment, drink your damn beer, I'm gonna call Bobby."

***SPN***SPN***SPN***SPN***SPN***

Mal sat on the balcony early in the morning. She had been at Sam's for a couple of days now, going into the third consecutive one. She would go with him if he had to work and would sit at the bar the whole time, working her way slowly through the only two beers Sam would let her have. He had come to the conclusion that he had no sort of control over her life but that didn't mean he was going to let her get shit faced, especially since she was underage. If she was honest, the only reason she'd want to drink was to just numb everything but at the same time she didn't want to drink in case there was some trouble. She didn't know where the demon had gone to and for all she knew it was nearby, just watching.

"Do you ever sleep?" Sam asked, sliding the door open carefully and balancing a couple of mugs in his hands at the same time. Mal looked at him then wordlessly accepted one of the warm cups when he held it out. She turned her eyes back to the line of trees in the distance over which the sun was rising. "Should I take that as a no?"

"Take it however you want to." Mal muttered.

"No offence or anything but...you're a lot different now than you were a few weeks ago." Sam pointed out.

"Because I'm not screwing your brains out?" Mal asked.

"Because you're quiet and withdrawn." Sam replied, blowing gently on his coffee before sipping it carefully. He leaned back on the door and looked over at the sun rise. "Dean told me last night that we're gonna have a visitor soon."

"Who?" Mal asked.

"Family friend." Sam answered. He looked at her in time to catch a slight shrug and sigh. He tilted his head, watching the early sunlight shine off the girl's hair, giving it a red tint. His eyes drifted over her, taking in her faded jeans and beige off the shoulder shirt. She almost looked peaceful if she wasn't sitting so rigged. She hadn't even touched the coffee, just held it in her hands and Sam wondered for a moment if she had just accepted it to be polite.

"You're staring." Mal stated quietly. Sam blinked then shook his head, looking somewhat ashamed at being caught. Mal had a hint of a smile on her face as she looked at him. "Seriously, you're going to blush over that?"

"Sorry." Sam muttered.

"You...you're not a normal type of person are you?" Mal asked.

"Depends on what your definition of normal is." Sam countered. Mal grinned and shook her head. She stood up and patted his chest. "You know if...there's...anything you need..."

"Thanks Sam but...I've made it this long on my own." Mal cut in. She looked down at the full mug she held in her hands "You do understand that...if that damn Angel hadn't fucked with my car, I would have been gone by now right?"

"How are you so sure he did anything?" Sam asked.

"He brought it here." Mal pointed out. "If he hadn't wanted me stranded here and it was messed up, he would have fixed it."

"This isn't being stranded, Mal." Sam explained. "He's worried about you." The girl rolled her eyed and moved around him to go inside. He just followed her and leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching her stare into her mug. "I'm worried about you. This...all of this...you shouldn't have to do it on your own."

"That's just it, Sam...I am on my own." Mal reminded him.

"You don't have to be." Sam stated firmly. He moved to Mal and tilted her head to make her look at him. "You really don't. You shouldn't be." He paused for a moment before pressing a kiss to her lips. She stood still, unsure what to do. A few seconds later he had his forehead leaned against hers and she wondered how comfortable this could possibly be for him. "Please Mal...don't be like that. Trust me, going on your own isn't good and it doesn't help anyone."

"Sam...I..." Mal started but stopped as she heard a noise followed by someone clearing their throat. She tilted her head slightly to see an older man standing just outside the kitchen.

"Am I interrupting something here, Sam?" The man asked.

"Uh...no." Sam replied, straightening up. "How you doing?"

"Been better." The man confessed. He turned his eyes to Mal and looked her over, his arms crossing over his chest. "Nice to finally meet ya in person Mallory." Mal's eyes widened as she suddenly recognized the voice. She had only ever heard a description of the man from Rufus but now she could place it all perfectly. Standing in front of her was none other than Bobby Singer, the man who had been supplying her with jobs for the last couple of years.

"Son of a bitch." Mal muttered, knowing that things were going to get worse before they got better.

So this one is just a little longer than the others and it has a bit of jealous Cas, Sam/Mal interaction, and Mal finally meeting Bobby. Gee, wonder what else could go wrong lol.