Driving Angry

There's going to be a new contender for Mal's heart!

Haha, no I'm joking. Sam and Cas is enough. But there is going to be some madness in this chapter.

"You know each other?" Sam asked.

"Mal's the one that was missing for a few days." Bobby replied. Mal crossed her arms and frowned slightly. "You been getting yourself in a lot of messes kid."

"Not a kid." Mal muttered.

"You're damn well acting like one!" Bobby snapped. "And you know, I'm getting sick of it. This ain't right and you know it!" Sam looked between them.

"Fuck you then! I never asked for your help!" Mal snapped back, her voice rising.

"Well someone's gotta give it!" Bobby returned fire.

"JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE SINGER!" Mal screamed. "YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!"

"You're damn right I'm not, from all tells, your father was a scumbag." Bobby shot back. Mal paused, uncertain what to do now. The apartment door opened and Dean came into the gathering, looking just as confused as his brother. He was smart enough not to say anything but looked between the old man and the young girl, wondering.

"Why do you give a damn?" Mal asked simply.

"Cuz...Rufus asked me, then...I got to know about you." Bobby replied, stepping closer to the girl. "You've had it rough Mal, and there might not be anyone out there that knows that better than I do." he reached out carefully and put his hands on Mal's shoulder. She flinched but didn't move away. "You don't have to be alone...so stop it. Ya hear me?" He gave her a sharp shake for extra measure. "Stop it!"

No one said anything for a long time. Mal's eyes kept darting around but avoided any other eyes. She looked like a trapped animal who didn't know which instinct to follow. She took a step back and Bobby dropped his hands, not wanting to make her feel trapped.

"Hey." Dean spoke up suddenly. All eyes turned to him and he paused for a moment, realizing he was now the centre of attention. His eyes moved to the sole female in then room then tilted his head towards the door. "You and me...let's go for a drive."

"Huh?" Mal asked.

"You heard me, now come one, I ain't telling you twice." Dean stated, just before he strolled out of the apartment. Mal, confused beyond understanding, simply followed him as she tried to figure out what he was up to. Dean said nothing as they rode the elevator, nothing when they got outside, even more nothing when they got into the Impala, parked right next to the Charger, and continued to be silent as he reversed out of the parking lot and drove away from the building.

Mal's fingers tapped on her knees and she watched them for a while, just waiting for something...anything...out of the man beside her. As the time dragged on, her eyes darted around more, wondering about possible escapes. But Dean seemed to be the luckiest driver on the planet with a horseshoe up his ass because he never hit a red light, never took a corner slow, and never came across a cop. When they got out into the country roads, he drove even faster.

"What do you want?" Mal asked finally.

"What do you think?" Dean asked. Mal blinked and her eyebrows shot up. "And it better not be a dirty thought!" The girl quickly looked away and gazed out the window, determined now to just be quiet. If he wanted something out of her, she wasn't going to make it easy. "You know, Bobby's right, you don't have to be on your own."

"Yeah right." Mal muttered, crossing her arms. "You're his friend. I don't need you preaching to me about the holiness of some fucking Angel." She had to grab the door when Dean just randomly decided to spin the car around to speed back around the way they came. "Fucking Christ, man! What are you trying to do?"

"Good question." Dean replied. Mal stared at him and only then realized that there was no plan. That this was just being thought of as it went.

"You're insane!" Mal snapped. Dean just shrugged as he held the steering wheel with one hand. "What the hell do you think you're going to get from me, huh? I would gladly leave if my car wasn't busted if you want me away from your brother." She flinched when they hit an uneven bit in the road and Dean swerved as the car bounced. "You're seriously going to kill us!"

"Oh no I won't, relax." Dean muttered. Mal shook her head as she twisted in her seat to look at the driver. She couldn't understand him and that worried her. "Look...my brother can make his own choices so I'm not about to lecture him on who he sleeps with. I trust him to do things right and so far he's been doing that these days. This ain't about him."

"Then what the hell is it about?" Mal asked.

"You." Dean replied, looking at her. "You're the fucked up one here, sister. Sooner you realize that, and the sooner you realize that you need help and are willing to accept it, the better for everyone." Mal just stared at him, unsure what to say to this. It was the second time in only an hour that she was getting lectured. "With the way you're going, you're going to get yourself killed before you're actually legal to drink. You'll likely take someone with you that doesn't deserve it."

"Like Sam?" Mal asked.

"Anybody." Dean countered. He sighed and shook his head slightly, glancing once out the front window before returning his eyes to the girl. "Look, I've been there. I'm pretty sure I know how you're feeling. Shutting yourself off doesn't save people. Opening up doesn't exactly do it too well either but at least that way people are more prepared. You gotta..."

"Stop!" Mal spoke up suddenly, looking away from the man next to her.

"Exactly, stop being like this." Dean continued.

"No seriously, stop!" Mal all but yelled. Dean looked forward then slammed his foot against the brake when he saw someone standing in the middle of the road. The car skidded and hit a pot hole, twisting and turning. Dean was pretty sure they were going to end up on their heads. His eyes shut on their own, not wanting to see what damage would be done. He heard a cracking, the sound of glass shattering, then Mal gasping before everything seemed to stop. There was no noise, nothing moved, he was almost certain they had died.

So he opened his eyes and looked around. The world was sideways and it took a moment for Dean to realize that the Impala was partially flipped with his side on the bottom. He rubbed his head, feeling something sticky. Looking at his hand and seeing blood but feeling no pain worried him but not as much as his next sight did. Dean looked up to check on Mal and froze. The only thing that kept her from falling on him was her seat belt, digging into her hips and shoulder. Most of the shattered windshield had been on her side and bits of glass were stuck in her hands, probably from her throwing them up to protect her face. Her bare arms were covered in scratches which lead Dean to believe that the blood on his head was from her as her one arm dangled down, dripping blood.

"Shit!" Dean yelled, trying to open his seat belt. "Kid, come on, wake up." His belt wouldn't budge and Dean growled out some frustration as he pulled and tugged. "Son of a bitch! Kid...MAL!" He got a slight groan in response as the girl started to regain consciousness. Dean pulled the shoulder strap behind him and leaned over, reaching for the glove compartment and the knife he kept in there. "Hang on Mal."

"I don' t think she can do much else." An eerie voice spoke up. Dean froze, suddenly remembering the reason for the hasty stop that resulted in this situation. He blinked then turned his head slowly to look out the front, through the cracks in the window, to the person standing outside the car. The man was tall in a black overcoat and hat pulled over his eyes. His hands were in his pockets and he just stood there, the corners of his mouth lifted only slightly.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not here for you." The man stated, stepping toward the car. Dean struggled to get out of his seat belt even more. His struggles were halted when the man effortlessly stepped up onto the side of the Impala and crouched down, tearing the door off.

"SON OF A BITCH, THAT'S MY DOOR!" Dean roared.

"Relax Mr Winchester, you're out of the game, just sit back and be oblivious." The man instructed, reaching into the car. Mal woke up as the hand grabbed her arm. She yelped and struggled, her vision blurring. Something was put in her left hand and she didn't think as she brought it up to attack the man grabbing her. He yelled out and pain and dropped off the car. Mal blinked and looked at her hand to find a knife there.

"Come on, kid." Dean instructed, now standing up and taking the knife back. He put Mal's arm around his shoulders before cutting at her seat belt. She yelped when she dropped as the belt cut. Dean sighed, looking apologetically at the car before kicking out the remainder of the front window. "Let's move."

"No argument here." Mal agreed, crawling through the window as Dean pushed her. He followed right behind then grabbed her arm again as they started running.

"You just had to complicate things." The man was in front of them again, his coat opened, the white shirt he wore underneath stained with blood. His hand swung out, hitting Dean in the chin and knocking him back. Mal fell along with him since she still held his hand. She let go and got to her feet, glaring at the man as he laughed. "Oh please, you think you're intimidating? You're just a little girl playing at an adult's game."

"Go back to hell!" Mal snapped. Dean was on his feet, pulling her back before she could swing. Mal frowned at him and he just shot her a dark look as he held the knife ready.

"Don't think you can win." The man taunted. "That girl is mine, has been since she was thirteen."

"Yeah fucking right." Dean ground out.

"I've marked her." The man pointed out. Dean glanced at Mal who lifted her hand to touch her shoulder, the only place that still remained scarred even after several healings.

"Well too bad, buddy. She ain't going anywhere with you." Dean restated his case, pulling Mal round behind him.

"Never one for the easy route I see." The man mused.

"Where's the fun in that?" Dean asked.

"Very well...we'll do things...hard." The man's voice darkened as his hands flexed, knives shooting down his sleeves to be grasped by long pale fingers. He lifted them up and grinned behind his hat. "Come on Mr Winchester, let's see you play the shining knight."

Yikes, looks like trouble. Poor Dean, tries to give a girl some advice and ends up having to fight a demon for her lol.