Angelfall

7. Embarrassing times

Maya POV

 

‘Now, don’t you go getting too excited. You’re going to be with Sam and Dean the whole time, so no doing anything reckless, and I will be expecting daily calls to tell me how you’re getting on!’ Uncle Bobby ordered, but it barely registered now the pain had subsided and the excitement set in.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!’ I said, throwing my arms around his neck, almost knocking him backwards.

‘Well, then, welcome along, kid,’ Dean was sitting in the corner with a bottle of beer. I sighed.

‘Thanks, Ken doll, but do I really need them looking after me?’ I turned back to Uncle Bobby.

‘Maya, there a lot of angels after you at the moment, and you’ve only just found out about them. You at least need Cas to look out for you. The boys are like extra support,’ he reasoned.

‘Fine, but what about a name? It’s gotta be something I can still recognise as me, but just not Maya,’ I mumbled, not thrilled with the idea of having to give up my name, just like that.

‘Are there any nicknames or middle names you have that could go together?’ Sam asked, his face concerned. Of course it was, he could see right through me. Not that I actually minded, I kinda liked him.

‘Well, Rufus, Ellen and Jo call me Dakota…’ I started.

‘Why do they call you that?’ Dean seemed genuinely confused. I shared a look with Sam and sighed.

‘Dean, think about it sweetheart, what state are we in right now?’ I said condescendingly, managing to keep a straight face. His face turned from thoughtful to ‘eff you’ in a matter of seconds.

‘But how do you know Ellen and Jo?’ Sam asked a moment later.

‘Sam, think about it sweetheart, how do you know them?’ I said, nodding my head towards Uncle Bobby.

‘How does Dakota Drew sound? It’s my nickname and my middle name. Just enough to be me, but not enough to be, well, me,’ I suggested.

‘It will suffice, but I will need to make sure the other angels cannot find you,’ Cas said, walking towards me and placing his hand on the spot just above my heart, before white hot pain coursed through my abdomen. My legs gave way and my head went fuzzy as the pain caused me to blackout. The last thing I remember was Sam’s voice asking Cas (forcefully) if ‘that was really necessary’ after he rushed behind me to catch under my arms as Uncle Bobby grabbed the ice pack from earlier.

LATER ON

Sam’s POV

Maya looked so peaceful when she was sleeping. Cas said that we could still call her that, but when she spoke to other people or when leaving a trail, she had to use Dakota.

Her long brown hair caught the morning sun as it rose, and splayed around her head in such a way that is was hard to believe she didn’t have an angel’s grace inside her. She looked younger than before, the frown lines that crossed her forehead without her knowing disappeared, and her face relaxed.

Dean was probably wondering why I’d stayed by her side, the girl we’d only just met, who attacked us and tied us up. But I felt something when I was near her, and it wasn’t anything I’d ever felt before. It got stronger the closer we were. Then there was the fact we got along so easily, and the way I felt as though I had to protect her, although she seemed pretty capable of looking after herself.

‘Hey, Sam? Why don’t you go get some rest, you idjit? You’ve been up for hours,’ Bobby’s voice drifted across the room, in a way that he probably thought was quiet, but it seemed to stir Maya out of unconsciousness.

Maya’s POV

‘Sam? Uncle Bobby? What happened?’ I croaked, after the throbbing in my head receded.

‘Cas had to keep the angels from finding you. A… precaution, is to engrave your ribs with Enochian symbols,’ Sam explained, and smiled at my dumbfounded expression.

I groaned and put my head back on my pillow.

‘Please tell me we have some frozen peas?’ I pleaded, holding one hand out whilst holding the other over my eyes to block out the sunlight. As soon as something cold was pressed into my hand, I put it on my head and sighed in relief.

A few hours later, I was back up and running. Uncle Bobby thought that the sooner I was hunting and doing something, the sooner I’d get back on my feet.

Upstairs, I’d decided to get changed before packing, so I grabbed a white tank, black jeans and a red plaid shirt from my closet, before trying to shrug Uncle Bobby’s old AC/DC shirt off that now constituted for my pyjamas.

My music was playing on the old record player I’d found at an antique store, and I’d just showered, so the events of the last 24 hours disappeared. A knock on my door broke me from my thoughts, but it still didn’t register that it could be Sam, Dean or Cas, so I said ‘Come in’. Jo had stayed over about a week ago, and I treated her like a sister, so my mind managed to tell me that it was her. Let’s just say it wasn’t.

I turned around and immediately grabbed my shirt to cover myself up from Sam, who immediately turned his gaze away.

‘Maya, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise,’ he babbled, obviously embarrassed. It was pretty cute.

‘Sam, it’s fine, you can look now,’ I smiled, pulling my tank top on, before I realised what he might have seen.

‘Uh, you, er, didn’t happen to notice anything, on my shoulder, did you?’ I winced. Sam smirked.

‘Oh, you mean the tattoo?’

‘Shhhh! Uncle Bobby doesn’t know! And you’re not going to tell him!’ I said, jabbing him in the chest with my finger before shrugging on my plaid shirt. ‘Now, help me pack.’

Sam just laughed and pulled my bag onto the bed before folding various tops, shirts and jeans and placing them inside the canvas duffel.

‘This is weird, like packing a girl’s version of my closet,’ he joked.

‘Yeah, I noticed we wear pretty similar stuff,’ I smiled back.

‘Girl after my own heart,’ Sam said, gesturing to the pile of plaid I’d managed to get together. ‘So, you got any more tattoos?’ his voice lowered.

‘You want to see?’ I asked. For whatever reason, I wasn’t uncomfortable in front of Sam. We got along well, and there was something there when we were close.

‘Sure,’ he smiled, stepping back.

I pulled the strap down from my top and showed him the tattoo he’d seen earlier, of the two little black birds.

‘They represent me and Uncle Bobby. When one gets hurt, they help each other.’

Then the one of my waist.

‘It’s anti-possession,’ I started, before Sam pulled down his shirt to show me the same one on his chest.

‘Hey! We’re matching!’ I grinned.

‘So, you’ve got the charm because Uncle Bobby doesn’t know about the tattoos,’ Sam smiled back.

‘Pretty much,’ I showed him the music note, on my wrist, and the skull at the bottom of my back that was the result of a drunk evening with Jo.

Let's just say I'd lived up to my reputation as the town drunk's niece.

Before I could talk again, Dean’s voice rang through the house.

‘Hey, lovebirds, you ready?!’

Now that made me blush.

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