Summary: After being resurrected from hell by the angel Castiel, Angel reunites with her brothers and Bobby to stop Lilith from busting Lucifer from his crypt. Meanwhile she must deal with the PTSD and changes being resurrected has left her... (Fourth Installment)

Episode Summary: It's four months later and Angel (Katheryn Winnick) wakes in a pine box. She's been freed from Hell. She has a joyful reunion with Dean (Jensen Ackles), Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Bobby (Jim Beaver), even Asa (Jai Courtney) but it isn't long before the Winchesters wonder what exactly pulled Angel from Hell and what it will want in return.

A/N: I will only be doing my top like 5-10 episodes per season so there may be some time jumps! & I've decided to only do Character Profiles when im switching up whos playing the main character. I'll let yall know!

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Ch 1: Lazarus Rising

Four Months Later

Prologue...

The screaming silenced. That's the first thing Angel noticed. That and the white hot pain that ceased. The pain that never stopped. That's one thing, even when torturing, that you could depend on having. Her eyes flew open and her breaths come out in heavy bursts as she realizes she's in a cold dark confined place. Quickly she felt around her pants pockets and took out the small lighter she kept. Flicking it on she seen she was in a small wood coffin. Probably the one she was buried in. But why did her brothers bury her and not salt and burn her? Panic and terror set in immediately.

"Help! Help!" She called out but her voice came out in barely more than a hoarse whisper, "Help!"

She pounds on the wood above her head, over and over again until the cracking gave way and dirt rains down on her face. Luckily the wood was thin enough or she'd suffocate. When it gave way she put one hand in front of the other over and over digging her way up until she breached the top when one hand bursts out of the dirt, followed by another. She crawls her way out of the ground, groaning and gasping and lies on her back, panting. The sunlight blinded her but she couldn't help stare at the sky and deeply breath. She couldn't believe what the hell was happening. She wasn't in hell anymore… no more torture… no more pain…

She stands, looks around in the glaring sunlight. Around the crude headstone her brothers made is a perfect circle of dead trees, laying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had caused them to fall.

Act One: Country Road

Through hazy heat, Angel walks down an empty road and approaches an abandoned gas station. She pounds on the door, yelling, but her voice is hoarse, "Hello?" She takes off her flannel and rolls it over her right hand, breaks the glass on the door and goes inside. Quickly she grabs a water bottle from a fridge and gulps at it, gasping. She finds a newspaper and sees the date, which reads:

Thursday, September 18th

She bulks at that, not believing it, it felt so much longer in the pit, "September. That can't be right…"

The pit had felt like years. Long agonizing years she could never get back. A time that would completely change her forever.

Walking away she headed into the dingy bathroom to wash her face in the small dirty dingy sink, pushing the pulsing headache out of her head. Pushing all the images that popped into her brain from the pit out as well. She washes her face then stares up at her own reflection, studying it. She was wearing the same tight black vneck and jeans she wore when she died. Frowning, she stands, pulls the shirt up to expose her chest which should be ripped to shreds but looks absolutely unblemished and unscarred. She turns her left shoulder to the mirror and pulls up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint brand that stung like all hell. She grimaced as she looked at it but otherwise put her shirt back down and headed out. She had to get to her brothers and to Asa. She had to make sure they were okay.

Pulling snacks and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water, Angel stashes them in a plastic bag. She stopped in front of the newspaper again and eyed the date, still not believing she had only been gone four months. That was insane to her. It felt like she'd been gone for years.

Going behind the counter she scoured the place for booze before stopping at the cheap whiskey shelf and snatching it up. Taking a few drinks she went ot the counter, setting her bag down, and hits a single button on the register. When it opened she grinned and took another drink of the whiskey before looting the cash.

As she's looting the cash, the TV to her left flicks on, showing only static. Turning and eyeing it she shuts it off; only to have a radio to her right turn on to white noise. Not wasting a moment, she goes to another shelf and grabs a carton of salt, opens it, and begins to pour it along the windowsill. A high-pitched single tone begins, and Angel clutches her left ear in pain as she continues to pour salt with her right hand. As it continues, she drops the salt and crouches to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above her head shatters as the sound continues, and she drops to the floor. She leaps to her feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shatters. She looks around cautiously before running outside.

Flinging herself into the phone booth outside, Angel quickly puts the change in and dials the first number she could think of, but a recorded voice sounded, "We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected." She hangs up the pay phone with a huff of annoyance and inserts another coin, dials another number, and It rings once before its picked up, "Yeah?"

Relief flooded Angel, "Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"It's me, Bobby."

"Who's 'me'?"

She shifted, looking around casing her surroundings, "Angel, Bobby, who do you think? Who does it sound like?" A dial tone sounds and she hangs up the receiver and dials again

He sounded angrier this time, "Who is this?"

"Bobby, listen to me-"

"This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya!"

The dial tone sounded again and she slammed the phone down, "Christ!"

Turning she sees an old, beat-up white car parked outside and her eyes light up; she hotwires the car and pulls away from the gas station, headed straight for Bobby's house.

She pulled up next to the impala curiously and eyed her flooded her as well. If Baby's here maybe that meant the boys and Asa just might have survived. Walking up to the door she pounded on it until Bobby sung it open. She leans on the doorstep looking winded and apprehensive as Bobby looks everything from angry to suspicious.

"Hiya, B-" She could barely get a greeting out before Dean came out of nowhere, grabbed her and slammed her into the wall hard, trapping her hands and body with his own while simultaneously putting s silver blade to her throat, "Who the hell are you? Huh?"

He tightended pressure making her squirm, "Ow! Damn it Dean! It's me!"

"My ass!" Bobby exclaimed from beside them

She rolled her eyes at them, "Classy boys." She threw her head back colliding with his nose, loosening his grip, then elbowed him so she could twist around, disarm him and kick him off her. Dean huffed angrily at the bloody lip glaring and Bobby got ready but she put her hands up, "Wait, guys, just wait. Im telling you the truth." She tossed his knife, well her knife that he kpet, behind her, "I'm not a threat."

"Yeah, us either." Dean lunges forward and slashes at her with another knife, finally pinning her to the wall, his forearm against her throat, "I'm gonna ask you this one more time. Who are you?"

"Listen, listen, listen," She gasped out, panic now that he had her in a death grip, clawing at his arm, "You're Dean Thomas Winchester an- and Robert Steven Singer. Dean when we were teenagers, I use to annoy the crap out of you by repeatedly playing my ramones album. So much that you burned it." He loosened at that a little, throwing a scared look over his shoulder at Bobby, she looked at the freaked out old man too, "Bobby you became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing any of us have to a father. Guys. It's really me."

Deans head whipped around, "What'd you tell Sam when he said there was a monster in the closet at 9?"

"What?"

"Whatd you tell him?!"

"Dad gave him a gun and i took it and said id protect him. That he didn't have anything to worry about as long as i was around. Either of you!"

Dean lowers the knife and his arm, pain in his eyes and takes his sister into a bear hug. Tears fell freely for both of them as they came to reality that she as back. She hissed in a breath when a sharp pain cut her arm and released her little brother to look a Bobby crazily. He'd cut her with her own knife.

"I'm not a shifter or a revenant old man."

He laughed nervously, "Cant be to careful darlin." He takes her in for a tight hug and she returns the hug with enthusiasm, relief on her face. They pull apart, "It's... It's good to see you, girl."

Dean shook his head and wiped his face down still looking t her dumbfounded, "That's an understatement."

She grinned and came back to stand next to her little brother, "It's… more than great to see you two again."

"I'll bet."

Bobby went back to looking confused, "But... how did you bust out?"

"I wish i knew. Just all of a sudden i woke up in a pine box. Nearly choking to death." Suddenly, Bobby splashes water in her face as Dean readies his hand by a bible, she glares annoyed, "Yeah, not a demon either boys!"

"Sorry. Can't be too careful." They follow Bobby further into the house, Angel wipes her face with a towel, "But... that don't make a lick of sense."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."

"Angel…" Dean cleared his throat, "Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit-"

"I know, i know." Angel shuddered at the memory, "I should look like i just stepped out of Jaws. I get it. Let's move on shall we? I don't want to relive the whole escapade."

Dean studied her, ignoring her plea, "What do you remember?"

"Nothing really." She lied, her face tight, "I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Blackness mostly. Before I come to six feet under that is." Bobby sits and Angel takes another steadying breath, before turning to Dean, "Sam's number's not working. He's fine right Dean? He here?"

"Oh yeah, yeah. Hes fine." He answered too quickly, avoiding her eye, "Uh as far as we know."

"Uh… what do you mean, as far as you know?"

"We haven't exactly…" His throat cleared, "Talked to him for a few months."

"Dean!" she scoffed, "You let him go off by himself? What the hell?"

"He was dead set on it." Bobby stepped in when Dean sat there silent, "There wasn't no talkin him out of it."

"That's not good enough." She glared at the two of them, worry setting in, "You two should have been looking after him. That's literally all i wanted."

"We tried." Bobby's face hardened, "These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For these boys or me."

"He's right, Angel." Dean glared, "We had to bury you."

Her face tightened in pain, "I know… i'm sorry, it's just, when it comes to you boys- i just want you to be safe." She studied them for a second, "Why did you bury me, anyway?"

Bobby and Dean shared a look, "Dean and I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it."

Deans jaw tensed, "He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow."

"That's about all he said before he took off."

"Right." She eyes them suspiciously, "And what exactly does that mean, huh?"

Bobby continued, "He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return our calls. Went completely off the grid from Dean, didn't want to be found at all."

"Oh, damnit, Sammy." Angel closed her eyes and shook her head, the things that ran through it not being something she wanted to harp on

Sammy probably made a deal to get her back.

Dean nods, as if reading her mind, "I've been thinking that ever since you showed up."

Bobby looked between them, "What?"

"Look he got me back, whatever he did. I'm here and i'm breathing but whatever he used was some seriously bad mojo. I mean you should've seen the gravesite. You should have seen it. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this... this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a gas station. Almost popped my damn head off from all the pressure on its way. Destroyed the place and almost me as well. And then this." She strips her jacket, pulls up her sleeve to reveal the brand, "It freakin branded me."

Bobby and Dean both hopped up out of their seats upon seeing that, "What in the hell?"

Dean scowled and got closer to his sister, "What in the hell is that?"

Angel shrugged, "I dont know… Its almost like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."

Dean surveyed it closer before looking her over, "But why?"

"To hold up their end of the bargain. Why else? Sam did something. He must've."

Bobby scoffred, "You two think Sam made a deal?"

"Dont you?" Angels brow went up, "It's exactly what i did, so why not follow in big sisters footsteps? We gotta find him."

"We've been trying. Kid went completely off the grid."

"Hes right." Dean shook his head, "Sam doesnt wanna be found."

Angel rolled her eyes, "Cmon Dean. You can do better than that. I know you can. Phone." She held out her hand and waited for him to place his cell there and then dialed a familiar number, "Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me." She paused, "Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2-4-7-4." Another minute passed, "Thank you."

She hangs up and crosses to a laptop on the table. Bobby watched her, "How'd you know he'd use that name?"

"Really Bobby? I know these two better than they know themselves." She sent a look to an impressed Dean as she opens the laptop and types in the address for Arc Mobile, she then eyed the many empty bottles around her, "So what's with all the booze, Bobby? I thought Dean and I were the heavy drinkers."

His face hardened, "Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy."

She holds his gaze for a moment, "Right." Taking a deep breath she prodded a little deeper, "Wheres Asa? He not want to stick around with you three after?"

"Honestly…" Dean sighed, "Man's probably halfway done with his second bottle of whiskey by now. Your death hit him hard.I check in every few weeks but uh… he's not the friendliest anymore."

She saddened at that. Asa was definitely one of the people she loved a lot in this world and to know he was hurting so badly because of decision she made caused her grief. The laptop beeps; the display shows a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads:

Phone Location:
263 Adams Road
Pontiac, Illinois.

Angel cleared her throat, going back to business, and snapped her fingers, "Sams in Pontiac, Illinois."

Bobby's eyes widened, "Right near where you were planted."

"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think boys?"

Astoria Motel

Angel, Dean and Bobby walk down a dingy hallway and knock on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart. The door is opened by a hot young woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looks at them expectantly, "So where is it?"

Dean and Angel share a confused look, "Where's what?"

"The pizza…" She motioned, "That takes three people to deliver?"

"Uh right…" Dean eyed her weirdly before motioning to Angel and Bobby to back up, "We uh probably have the wrong room…"

Sam steps into the light just then and he is grim and focused, and wears a grey t-shirt and jeans. He's so much bigger than Angel remembers him. Her little brother has grown so much the past few she's been gone. As soon as he sees Angel he stops dead in his tracks. He swallows, shocked, his eyes flicking between Dean and Bobby and then back to Angel.

Angel shuffled forward, a small smile on her lips at the sight of him, "Sammy-"

As she gets closer Sam attacks, going for her throat and slamming her into a wall. The young woman screams as she gets out of the way and Dean and Bobby rush forward to pry Sam off of her. Angel gasped for air and fell to the floor as he let go.

The boys both had to hold him back as he lunged for her again, "Who are you?!"

Glaring Angel got up in a huff, "Sammy it's me! Don't act like you didn't do this!"

"Do what?!"

"Sam it's her." Dean said pushing him further back and stepping in between them, "It's really her. We've been through this already."

Sam stares at Angel as the struggle slowly goes out of his body, Bobby loosens his grip on him, "What…"

Angel took a few steps forward, staring at him as well, "I know, i look fan-freakin-tastic, huh? I think i even lost a few pounds."

Bobby lets go of Sam, who looks on the verge of tears as he steps forward and pulls Angel into a desperate hug. They embrace for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby and Dean both look on with tears in their eyes.

Angel pushes Sam back to arm's length and laughs, "Good to see you to Sammy. You're huge now! Lay off the roids, lil b."

The hot woman is looking on confused, "So are you two like... together?"

Sam turns to her like he's just remembered that she's there, "What? No. No. She's my sister, and that's my brother."

"Uh... got it. I... I guess." She pointed to the door, "Look, I should probably go."

Sam nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry."

After they both got dressed Sam opens the door to let her out, she turns to him with a small smile, "So, call me?"

Sam nodded, uninterested, still sending shocked looks back at Angel who was watching them in entertainment with Dean, "Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy."

She frowned with disappointment, "Kristy."

"Right." She leaves, and Sam shuts the door before coming back into the room and sitting down

Angel paced the room quietly, her arms crossed, as Bobby and Dean watched him with suspicion, "Sam… what did it cost you?"

Sam smiled, "The girl? I don't pay, Dean."

Dean crossed the room, "That's not funny, Sam. To bring her back. What'd it cost?"

"Was it just your soul, or was it something worse, Sammy?" Angel sighed out sadly

He scoffed at them, "You think I made a deal?"

Bobby nodded, "That's exactly what we think."

"Well i didn't!"

Angel glared at her little brother, searching his face, "Don't you lie straight to my face Sam!"

"I'm not lying!"

Angel advanced on him, angry now, "So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? For christ sakes Sammy I told you guys to leave it alone!"

Sam stood, towering over her angrily but Angel knew how to hold her own with her brothers, "Look, Angel, I wish I had done it, all right?"

She pointed her finger at him, scolding him, "There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!"

"That's the truth! I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Angel, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months, for months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right?" His face and voice broke, "Angel, I'm sorry."

Angel relented backing up a few steps from him and sighed, "It's okay, Sammy." She looked at him sadly, "Don't apologize, we believe you. Right Dean?"

Dean studied his little brothers face before nodding, "We do, Sam."

"Don't get me wrong," Bobby interjected, "I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question."

Angels eyes flicked to his, "If he didn't pull me out, then what did?"