Black Part 1
A/N: Hey, y'all! Welcome to Back in Black, the NINTH installment of The Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC, Angela Morgan, a hunter from a long line. This will be a revision of season 10, and will follow the POV of Sam, Dean, and Angela, so some parts may be missing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters. I just own Angela and Grace :)
Dar was bleeding from several wounds, and she was tied to a tree with her hands suspended above her head.
Dar breathed heavily. "I heard the rumors. I said, 'No, that can't be. A Winchester? One of us?'" she glared. "But it's true, isn't it? Whatever soul you had, whatever boy scout code you cuddled up to at night, it's all gone. Leaving what?" she spat. "Look at you."
"Where is Crowley?" Sam demanded, glowering down at Dar.
"Eat me," Dar growled.
"Mm." Dean hummed, cutting Dar with the demon knife. "One more time, sister. Where is Crowley?"
Dar screamed in pain as Dean cut her with the demon knife again.
"Where is my wife?" Sam demanded loudly.
"I don't know!" Dar cried.
"Then you're gonna call somebody who does." Dean retorted, slashing her with the knife again.
"No one knows!" Dar exclaimed. "They won't answer!"
"Make the call!" Sam commanded angrily.
"Please!" Dar sobbed.
"Where's my wife?!" Sam roared.
~/~\~
Lebanon, Kansas
The table in the Men of Letters library was covered in various books and files on demonic possession. Sam was on the phone as Dean flipped through one of the books. Grace was currently at Jody's house in Sioux Falls.
"Right, right." Sam sighed heavily. "So, no noticeable crop failures, no mass cattle deaths, nothing?"
"No, nothing on the radar, nothing on the scope." Mike's voice rang through. "I'd say that's a good thing."
"No, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're right. I hear you, Mike. Thanks. That is a good thing." Sam replied. "Alright, well keep me posted if anything does pop up."
"Alright. Watch yourself, Sam." Mike replied.
"I will. You got it. Thanks." Sam sighed before hanging up.
"Anything?" Dean looked up from the book he was looking at.
"No," Sam replied dejectedly.
"Sammy, we'll find her," Dean assured comfortingly.
Sam just nodded silently and stood up, adjusting the sling on his arm. He walked to the room where Angela's body had been and picked up a folded note from the pillow. Angela's engagement rings fell from inside the note and the note read, 'SAMMY, LET ME GO.'
~/~\~
The next morning Sam sat in the kitchen with his breakfast and a cup of coffee, still researching on his laptop. He frowned deeply when a page about a 'Missing Ohio Man Found Slain in Wisconsin' caught his eye. Sam immediately picked up his phone and dialed.
"Sam. Hello." Castiel's voice rang through after a few rings.
"I think I might have found something," Sam replied.
"Oh, good, good." Castiel coughed painfully.
"Cas?" Sam's brows furrowed in concern. "You there?"
"It's okay, I'm… um… I'm okay. Go… go on." Castiel continued coughing.
"Alright, get this." Sam started. "A 'John Doe' who was murdered in Wisconsin a week ago turned out to be this guy named Drew Nealy who went missing from a religious order in Northern Ohio… okay?"
"Yeah?" Castiel coughed violently.
"Now, Drew Nealy had been missing for 3 years." Sam continued. "Killed his wife, his kids… just disappeared. I know it's thin, but… if this guy was possessed…"
"That would make him the first…" Castiel started before he had another coughing fit.
"The first lead, the first anything we've seen in…" Sam stopped himself, hearing Castiel's nonstop coughing.
"Sorry." Castiel apologized after he stopped coughing.
"Actually…" Sam pursed his lips. "You know what…. Now that I'm looking at this more, I think I uh… I think I jumped the gun here, buddy."
"No, Sam, you said it was something," Castiel argued.
"Yeah… uh… it's… it's not. I was wrong, sorry." Sam sighed.
"I can help," Castiel assured.
"Cas… we tried that." Sam replied gently.
"Sam… you can't blame what that demon did to your shoulder on me; you were out of…"
"I'm not, I'm not blaming anything on you," Sam assured. "What happened, happened, and… you need to be worrying about yourself. I really shouldn't have bothered you."
"How are you, Sam?" Castiel asked curiously.
"Good. I'm alright. I'm just… tired, you know." Sam replied. "Be better when we get her back… after… after I kick her butt."
"I miss her," Castiel commented.
"Yeah." Sam agreed. "I miss her, too. More than anything."
"Why would she just disappear?" Castiel questioned.
"Who says she had a choice?" Sam retorted.
"Well, then, who wrote the note? If there's any chance… any chance at all that Angela is still…" Castiel trailed off.
"Still… even remotely Angie?" Sam swallowed nervously.
~/~\~
Beulah, North Dakota
Angela stood on the stage at the bar, drunkenly singing 'I'm Too Sexy.'
"I'm too sexy for my love; too sexy for my love; love's going to leave me." Angela sang badly.
The crowd was booing Angela's terrible singing, but she clearly didn't give a damn. She smiled flirtatiously at one of the bartenders, Max. He acknowledged her with a smile as he walked by. Crowley sat at a nearby table in the bar, talking to two other men.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt," Angela sang even more off-key. "Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan; too sexy for Milan, New York, and Japan!"
"Turn it off!" some girl in the crowd yelled.
"Everybody!" Angela called out before she took a swig from her beer bottle.
~/~\~
Angela was in bed and rolled off of Max, both of them naked except for the bedsheet. Angela had a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"Okay. Wow." Max chuckled deeply. "What time is it? The boss is gonna kill me if I'm late from my break again."
Angela reached over to look at the clock. "Oops."
"Dammit!" Max muttered as he hurriedly got dressed. "I told you to hurry it up! But then you had to go and do the things with the… thing."
"Oh, you mean that thing that you were begging for?" Angela quirked a brow.
"Begging you to hurry it up, maybe." Max teased.
"Well, let's not argue about good sex," Angela replied with a small shrug.
"It was good, wasn't it?" Max smirked.
"Mmm-hmm." Angela hummed. "Just, uh… don't get too excited, you know. Or too attached… 'cause I'm just… rollin' through, hon."
Max scoffed lightly. "You know, there's about a million other ways you could have said that."
Suddenly, the motel room door opened to reveal a perturbed-looking Crowley.
"Whoa!" Angela exclaimed incredulously.
"Whoa?" Crowley frowned. "What's going on here?"
Angela rolled her eyes. "What's it look like?"
"In my bed?" Crowley scoffed.
"What?" Angela looked around, shrugging, a small smirk gracing her lips. "Oh, yeah…"
"Bitch." Crowley sneered.
"You love me." Angela retorted.
"Get a room, you two." Max teased in jest.
"Had a room… until you two soiled it." Crowley muttered.
"Bye-bye Crowley." Max chuckled as he walked out of the room.
Angela stood up after she pulled on her shirt. She smiled at Crowley with a snarky grin on her face.
"Pants?" Crowley raised his brows.
Angela's grin grew slightly. "You love the view, Crowley."
~/~\~
Western music played in the bar as Angela and Crowley faced off at foosball against two young men.
"Best of three. Losers buy the beer." Crowley offered.
"Lots of beer." Angela agreed.
"Max seemed nice. Slightly damaged." Crowley commented as they started the game. "Almost reminds me of Moose."
"Shut up." Angela retorted. "He means nothing to me."
"Good, good. 'Cause you and I, we're rolling stones. No distractions." Crowley replied. "Lock it down! Lock it down!"
"Stop talking," Angela growled.
"You're bodging it!" Crowley snapped as the other team scored.
"Aw. If you'd shut up…" Angela groaned. "Keep talking—I can't play the game."
Angela was suddenly distracted by a man grabbing some girl and hauling her out of the bar. Both Angela and Crowley followed them outside, noticing that the man was getting rough with the girl.
"Get off me." The girl demanded.
"Why are you doing this to me?!" the man snapped angrily.
"You need to calm down!"
"Where were you?" the man interrogated.
"Stop it!" the girl pleaded.
"Something wrong, here?" Angela asked as she approached.
"It's none of your business." The man glared down at her.
"Hm." Angela nodded, pursing her lips. "Well, it seems like you're bothering this girl, so…"
Angela grabbed the man and threw him on the hood of a nearby car and started to punch him violently.
"Angela!" Max yelled as he looked on from nearby.
"You need to get away from here." Angela snarled at the man. "Don't try and contact her. In fact, don't even think about her. You understand me?!"
Angela continued to punch the man until he was barely conscious before walking back into the bar with Crowley. Max's horrified gaze followed her.
~/~\~
Amherst Junction, Wisconsin
Sam and Dean walked into the police station with one of the officers.
"Appreciate you coming down, agents." The officer started. "But I'm afraid you may have just cost Uncle Sam a tank of gas."
"Oh, why's that?" Dean asked curiously.
"You came up here to investigate Drew Nealy's murder, right?" the officer asked.
"Right," Sam confirmed.
"Problem is, no one's certain it was a murder at all." The officer shrugged.
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "Okay, then what are we dealing with here? A suicide?"
"Self-defense, more likely." The officer replied. "Uh, the surveillance footage was corrupted. Our techies finally managed to clean up the file. Hold on a sec now…"
~/~\~
Beulah, North Dakota
Angela walked out of 'The Black Spur' later that night and paused for a moment, sensing someone near her.
"We can do this however you want." She called out. "Don't pretend I didn't see you this afternoon. Did you get a good look? You see my moves?" she drawled. "I hope so, 'cause I sure could use the competition."
Suddenly, a man stepped out from the shadows.
~/~\~
Amherst Junction, Wisconsin
"That Jane Doe there is the one you want to keep your eye on." The officer noted.
The surveillance footage started showing Angela in a gas station reading a magazine.
Sam's eyes widened as he stared at his wife. "Son of a bitch."
"Holy crap." Dean breathed out.
"Watch." The officer pressed.
~/~\~
Beulah, North Dakota
"Well, all you Abaddon groupies are the same, you know that?" Angela taunted. "You, the douche that jumped me at the gas station, you can't just accept that the queen is dead, can you?"
"Maybe we just can't accept that a bitch like you was the one who killed her." The man sneered.
"Ah." Angela nodded. "Yeah, that's got to hurt, doesn't it?"
Angela removed the First Blade from under her jacket and the man's eyes flashed black.
~/~\~
Amherst Junction, Wisconsin
"Okay, now, she's just minding her own business." The officer explained. "And there's Drew Nealy. See the knife?"
"Yeah." Sam and Dean replied.
"That's intent right there. Now watch this." The officer instructed.
Drew Nealy jumped Angela in the surveillance footage. Angela immediately pulled the First Blade from her jacket, swiftly killing Drew.
"Looks like a cutlass or something. I don't know what the hell this is." The officer commented. "Problem is, we don't know if the lady's a hero or a psychopath."
The officer stopped the tape on a closeup of Angela's face. Sam and Dean just stared at her image.
"That's the image that's getting uploaded to the wires." The officer noted.
Sam cleared his throat, recovering his voice. "Detective, do you mind if we, uh, take another look at this?"
"Knock yourselves out." He shrugged. "I'll be back in a few."
"Alright." Dean nodded as the officer left.
Sam rewound the tape and slowly went frame-by-frame on the closeup of Angela's face. He started back when Angela's eyes flashed to black. The anger flushed from Sam's face and Dean just stared in shock.
~/~\~
Sam and Dean were inside the Gas-n-Sip questioning the attendant, Mickey.
"Oh, yeah. That chick was an animal." Mickey recalled. "Bro came at her like, 'what?!' and she was all like, 'wha-a-at? Say my name! Say my name! Say my name!' And there was a lot of blood."
"Right." Dean pursed his lips. "Um… When the woman, uh, when she came in, did she… say anything?"
"No." Mickey shrugged. "Went straight to the magazine rack."
"Did she buy anything? Did she—did she use a credit card?" Sam questioned, earning a blank look from Mickey. "So, some woman comes in, kills a guy in your store on your watch, and you just—you what? Just keep on keepin' on?"
"You mean when that chick was stabbing the guy to death 10 feet in front of me, and I was having a total code-brown moment in my favorite freakin' pants because I thought I was next, did I conduct a field interview?" Mickey raised his brows. "No." he pulled out a phone from behind the counter. "Oh, hey. Uh, can you do me a solid? Found this wedged under the T.P. I think it's the dead guy's phone, and, uh, if you're heading back to the station…"
~/~\~
Sam and Dean stood outside of the Gas-n-Sip scrolling through Drew Nealy's phone. Sam pulled up a text message that read, 'Winchester. Amherst Junction, WI Gas-n-Sip B/W 11a-12p. Long live Abaddon.' Sam dialed the number and put it on speaker.
"You're dead." Crowley's voice rang through.
"Nope," Sam replied. "Just using a dead man's phone."
"Moose. Took you long enough." Crowley sassed. "Your wife and I were beginning to wonder if you'd hit another dog. You know?"
Sam clenched his jaw tightly. "My wife is dead, Crowley. I know you have some freaking demon parading around in her meatsuit, and trust me, you are gonna pay for that."
"Moose. Moose. I'm afraid you haven't allowed yourself to dream quite big enough here." Crowley retorted. "Your wife is very much alive, courtesy of the mark. And the only demonized soul inside of Angela is hers and hers alone. Wee bit more twisted, a little more mangled beyond human recognition, but, I can assure you, all hers. There, now. Feel better?"
"And the, uh, Abaddon supporters you've been sending to kill Angie, how does she feel about that double-cross?" Dean demanded.
"If that's what you think is happening, Squirrel, then you two are more out of your depths than I thought," Crowley replied.
"I don't know how you did this, what kind of… Black-magic stunt you pulled, but hear me," Sam threatened. "I will save my wife or die trying."
"You know what tickles me about all this?" Crowley asked. "It's what's really eating you up. You don't care that she's a demon. Heck, you've been a demon. We've all been demons. No, it's that she's with me and she's having the time of her life. You can't stand the fact that she's mine."
"She's not your pet," Sam growled.
"My pet?" Crowley scoffed, almost offended. "She's my best friend, my partner in crime. They'll write songs about us, graphic novels. 'The Misadventures of Crowley and Bambi.' Angela Winchester completes me, and that's what makes you lose your chickens."
"I am going to find you, I am going to save my wife, and then I'm going to kill you dead," Sam promised.
"Well, that's the operative phrase, isn't it? 'Find you.' Good luck with that." Crowley replied before hanging up.
Sam clenched his jaw and Dean laid a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder. Sam set the phone next to his own on the hood of the car and traced the call to North Dakota.
A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) I just couldn't wait any longer to post, lol. I'm so excited for this installment, and I hope you guys are, too! Love y'all, xoxo.
~Emily
