Bright lights cast above a man on a gurney. Bang! Through the door. Bang! Through another. A doctor looked down at him.
"Okay Mr. Roach," said the old doctor in the prison execution room. Roach began to squirm, stretching the belts that strapped him in. The doctors start rattling off medical terminology while a group of people watch through a 2 way mirror. They flipped a switch that combines the solutions. Roach squirms again. The lights burst and when he opens his eyes the doctors aren't there, he is alone. The only other person is a woman that wasn't there before. She was wearing white and hooded; she had on gold jewelry and had dark brown hair. She didn't say a word, she just put her finger to her lips and she reached and shut the machine off, smiling.
Sam and Dean receive a phone call from Bobby. They had just left there, not a week ago. The car had been up and running and they had just finished a job. Everything was almost normal again. They joked that it was just the old man missing them.
"A Benjamin Roach escaped the death penalty last night," Bobby said as soon as they entered. Dean and Sam looked at him curiously.
"So?" Dean asked. "What do you mean 'So'?" Bobby asked indignity.
"It is very scientific, Dean," Sam corrected, "They haven't messed up in decades. It's very routine." Dean looked at both of them as Bobby nodded in agreement.
"It's routine to kill someone?" Dean asked in shock. His policy on morality had changed considerably since their father died.
"It's Texas," Bobby stated. Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged. "What did he walk away with?" Sam asked.
"Heart attack, but its beats the alternative," Bobby said putting his own hand over his heart.
"Are you sure this is our bag?" Dean asked perplexed.
"He told the doctors he saw a woman in white turn the machine off." They both looked at each other and headed that way.
Texas was very pretty. Rolling hills and foliage and great towns and cities. They roll up to the hospital. Ben Roach lie on the bed with drips and IV's cleaning his heart of the toxin.
"Mr. Roach?" Sam asked opening the door. Sam was dressed as a nurse, one of his many disguises. He stepped into the room and smiled. Ben nodded his head and saluted.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked, sitting down in a chair right next to the bed.
"Me? Nah, I'm fine. I got a letter from the government, they blame themselves for what happened and I've been pardoned." Roach said with a sedated smile. Sam nodded his head and frowned. "So, what did happen?" Sam asked.
"It was a haze," he said looking down at his blanket, "I was lying in the bed, tied down, when the lights exploded, and then the doctors disappeared, and I was alone with this pale woman with a hood. She smiled at me and told me everything will be alright. She was beautiful." He said as a tear ran down his face.
After a while, Sam left the hospital and threw away his scrubs. He looked around the hospital, and left in a hurry. Dean went into the motel to find Sam tearing through a pile of books.
"Whoa, what's up with you?" Dean asked.
"This is all I could find that has anything remotely close to his description. I found only one option," Sam said with a mix of fear and excitement. Dean raised his eye brow.
Sam turned over a book that had a picture and a description titled: Vestal Virgins. Dean took up the book and shut it.
"It's not that! What is with you and Angels? They don't exist." Dean pushed. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but what else could it be? It is said that if you see a Vestal when you are going to get executed, you'd be pardoned. And they wore white and wore a hood, they also tend the fire of Vesta, so that explains the lights," Sam explains. Dean crossed the room and shook his head, "You know who else wears white and a hood? The KKK, and I don't think it's them either. God, I hope not."
"I am going to ask Bobby," Sam added, ignoring him, "It's at least worth a shot."
"I disagree with you Sam, just ignore it. I mean an angel wouldn't pardon a murder who was getting the death penalty; I think we should stick to something that makes sense."
"Makes sense? Dean, all we do is things that don't make sense!" Sam persuaded, "Come on Dean, I need to believe that angels exist." Sam looked up at Dean with sad eyes.
"Since Dad died—"Sam started.
"No, don't say it, okay, enough with that Sam!" Dean yelled. Sam looked back at the Vestal book that Dean had thrown on the floor, slightly wounded.
"Whatever," Dean said grabbing the jacket he just took off and walked out the door. He went for a drive; he often did when he wanted to clear his head. The sun began setting, turning the sky a beautiful pink tint. The impala chugged along the streets and bridges, Dean drove straight through to no particular location. He looked down at his phone, debating whether to call Sam or not.
The radio turned on by itself and flashed to different stations. Landing on one that screeched an eerie sound, causing him to put his hands over his ears and skid across the road to the shoulder almost hitting this girl.
"Dammit!" He screamed while he shut the radio off. "Hey lady! What the hell?"
The woman turned around, white dress flowing, a fallen hood around her shoulders. She smiled at him as a car went by with head lights showing shadows of wings on a road sign.
"Hello, Dean," she said airily. He opened the door the rest of the way and got out.
"How do you know who I am?" He asked. She just smiled at him and walked forward. He steps back and reaches for a gun from his pocket.
"Who are you?" He demanded pointing the shotgun at her.
"Dean, Dean, Dean," she said shaking her head, "People have been talking." She moved closer and moved her hand across the car. He raised the shotgun towards her higher.
"You won't need that," she said grabbing it and bending the front to the stars. He stares at her, blown away and slightly shaken.
"What are you?" He asked.
"An angel of the lord." Dean paused and blankly stared at her. She stepped forward and he stepped backwards with every step.
"I see you are still confused, this is understandable, but there is no need," she said methodically. She placed her hand on the front of the Impala again and Dean shifted slightly.
"I see I am getting nowhere. I will be in touch," she said before disappearing, leaving behind an apple on the hood. He looked around, trying to see where she disappeared to. He snatched up the apple and got back into the car and sped off back to the motel and Sam. As he drove he frowned at the apple and took a bit.
"Oh my god," he groaned in enjoyment. He never liked apples, except for in pie, of course that could be said for almost all fruits.
Dean slammed the door shut behind him when he got back to the motel.
"Dean what's wrong?" Sam asked rising out of bed, shielding his eyes from the light Dean just flipped on. Dean had barricaded his back to the door, glancing behind him through the little window. "Dean?" he asked again. Dean jumped.
"Yes, what?" he said, freaking out slightly.
"You look like you just saw a ghost," Sam said raising his eye brow. Dean locked everything.
"Sort of," he said quietly, Sam cocked his head slightly.
"Sit down;" Sam said patting the bed adjacent to his, "Did you get in an accident?"
"No," Dean said shutting all the blinds and windows, "Not exactly."
"You gotta be clearer than that," Sam said tilting his head. Dean looked over at him and bites his lip and walked over to him. "Okay, just don't rub it in Sammy, okay?" He said putting his hands in his pockets.
"Uh, okay?" Sam questions. Dean clears his throat and shakes his head in disbelief.
"You were right," Dean started, Sam looks up at him and frowns.
"About what?" Sam asks, Dean scratched the back of his head and shrugs.
"The angel thing, the Vestal thing too," Dean said, his eyes bugging a little. Sam began laughing.
"You're kidding? Wow, what happened?" Dean rolled his eyes and told Sam the whole story.
"Oh my god, get her back here!" Sam said excitedly, "Maybe she can help us with the whole dad thing?"
"'Whole dad thing'?" Dean asked raising his eye brow.
"Maybe she can bring him back, you know reverse the deal," Sam asked excitedly. Dean considered this. "Can't hurt to ask," Sam said smiling.
"I don't know man, it wasn't like blonde haired 13 year old or any of that, this was scary, alright. Let's just not mess with this, okay?" Sam rolled his eyes.
"Scary? Come on Dean, she's a Vestal Virgin, doesn't sound very scary," Sam joked. Dean threw the bent gun at Sam, who caught it. "Whoa," he said rising off the bed. Sam inspected the shotgun and looked from the gun to Dean in disbelief.
"Oh, now I have to meet her!" Sam said like an excited child. Dean shook his head and sighed.
"No, sorry Sammy, but no, let's just leave. If it does involve angels let's not butt in," Dean said tossing the gun in his bag, Sam, disappointed, agreed and packed his stuff too. They began driving off. The sun began rising and Dean was getting sleepy.
"You want me to drive? We should have at least stayed the night," Sam said looking over at Dean as he yawned.
"No, this is fine," he said, he didn't want to stay in a place where angel(s) knew where they were he wanted to go as far as possible. Sam looked down in the cup holder.
"Is that an apple core? You don't eat fruit?" Sam asked chuckling. Dean looked down at it.
"No," he said throwing it out the window, "Don't worry about it."
"Did the angel give it to you?" Sam said smiling. Dean looked over at him and blinked.
"Yes," he said shortly, "Anyway, just drop it okay?" Sam rolls his eyes and agrees. The sun began to rise and they were hopelessly lost. They stop and look at a map on the side of the road. Car's passes them causing the map to ruffle up the edges.
"How could we have missed so many exits?" Sam asks. "I don't know," Dean said annoyed. He walked back to the back seat only to see someone sitting there. The angel sat in the back silently. She turned to him and smiled.
"Hello Dean." She exited the car and Dean jumps backwards causing Sam to react and point a gun at whoever got out of the car. She turned towards him, causing the weapon to fly out of his hand.
"Samson," she said slowly. He looked at her and then at Dean and realized who it was.
"Oh my—you're an angel!" She smiled over at him over the car and nodded. Sam stared at her with an open mouth. Dean looked over at him as if to tell him to be cool.
They move to the front of the car, her white dress dragging on the ground and yet staying perfectly white. "Hello again Dean," she said smiling, "You tried to leave, aren't you at all curious?"
"Curious about what?" He asked gruffly. She smiled a taunting smile. "About Mr. Roach of course," she said plainly. "Okay, I'll bite, why Roach?"
"Oh, I don't know that information," she said tauntingly. She turned to Sam who was still smiling like an idiot. She rounded on him.
"Samson John Winchester," she started, her smile was pure and made her pink lips stretch over her teeth.
"People aren't just talking about Dean, they're also talking about you," she walked towards him as her gold sandals clicked on the stones, "You are special." Dean didn't like the way she said that and stepped forward towards her defensively.
"Keep your shirt on," she said flipping Dean's jacket up and over his head, "I meant that in the nicest way." Sam watched as Dean struggled out of his jackets hold and stifled his laughter. She looked over at Sam again and smiled.
"Anyway, Sam, I am an angel of the lord, but you knew that," she said.
"Do you have a name?" Sam asked as Dean threw himself to the ground getting out of the jacket behind them.
"Marcia," she smiled.
"You are beautiful," he said smiling like an idiot, "Sorry I mean, you are exactly how I pictured you." She paused, she didn't smile nor did she move. She just stared at him.
"Thank you," she finally said after a minute. Sam cocked his head.
"I'm sorry; do you not hear that often?" Sam asked.
"No," she said tersely. Dean stood up and grimaced. "You've gotten so big," she smiled a small sad smile.
"What do you mean, 'he's gotten so big'?" He said angrily. She was looking down and then turned to Dean.
"Pardon?" She asked. Sam asked her again and she sighed.
"I've been—" she paused to collect her thoughts, "I've been looking after you, most, if not all of your lives." The boy's faces fell.
"You mean to tell me that you have been watching over us! And yet all this crap has happened—is happening to us!" Dean yelled angrily.
"Trust me; I did what I could okay? Have you ever thought where all of your success in this field comes from?" She asked pointing to herself with attitude. Dean paused.
"Well, you wouldn't have had to do any of that if you would have done your job from the beginning," Dean said bitterly. She paused. "What did you expect me to do?" she asked with furrowed brows.
"WATCH. OVER. US." Dean shouted. She stepped back a little.
"I don't think you understand Dean. I did all in my power, I cared for the little flame that were you guys," she said, "I tried to protect you guys from yourselves, but you were just so intent on making the bad decisions.
"You should have just let John go Dean. I was watching over him too, I wasn't supposed to, but I did," she began laughing, "You know the hardest part was keeping him moving, and keeping him busy, keeping him strong, but also out of danger. I tried extricating Sam, and I did damn well, he left the game, he left danger and was safe, until Dean got jumpy." Dean grimmest and fixed to yell again but Sam inserted himself in.
"What do you mean you extricated me?" Sam asked. She flinched and turned to him.
"Sam, you went to over 9 different schools, for maybe a semester at a time, even when you were taking classes online, how do you think you even heard of Sanford, let alone got in," she said flatly. She sighed.
"Look I'm sorry Winchesters, there is little I can do, and if I can even just prolong things I have done it. I'm sorry." She looked at both of them.
"Wait, Marcia, what are some of the things you prolonged?" Sam said before she left. "I can't say," she said looking over at Dean, "Sam, can I speak to Dean alone?"
"No—"
"Sam," Dean said, "Go." Sam listened and walked down the street.
"He really loves you," she said watching him walk away, "He respects you too—"
"Shut up," Dean said pushing her against a tree, "You know nothing about my family, Bitch." She looked at him shocked.
"Dean," she said with his arm across her chest pressing her into the tree. "I know what John told you," she said, "I know what you think is in store, but I will do everything in my power to prolong it, I swear!"
"No thanks, you can leave us alone!" He said with fire. She went from making a panicked face to shrugging, changing her attitude completely.
"Okay," she said. Dean paused.
"That's it?" He asked. Marcia then kicked his legs, causing him to let go of her. She punched him out and then threw him against the tree.
"You wouldn't last a day without me helping you," she hissed with Dean's blood on her fists, "I will not be there the next time you are in a sticky situation, and I will not be there when you die next time!" He pants and shuts his eyes.
"Dean!" Sam yells as he runs towards him as he lies on the ground, no longer injured.
"Where did Marcia go?" Sam asked, Dean stood up and stretched.
"Gone, hopefully for good," he said stepping towards the car again.
"She knows nothing Sam," he said later on as they thunder down the road, "Don't listen to anything that Bitch said."
"Dean, that's an angel, one that beat the crap out of you and then healed you afterwards," Sam said, "She means business."
"By the way, you seriously need to get laid," Dean said, "Bitch or not, you sounded thirsty man." Sam rolled his eyes as Dean flies around a corner quickly. Lights began following them from the woods. Sam looked behind them.
"Dammit, Dean, that was a speed trap," Sam cried. As Dean pulls over and searches for his fake license and registration but can't find it.
"Where is it?" He asked. Sam shrugged as he began digging as well. The police officer knocked on the window.
"License and registration?" He asked shortly. Dean smiled up at him as he rolled down the window.
"One moment officer, it's not where it usually is," He said turning back to the console.
"Get out of the car sir," he said, "Now." He did and everything fell out of his door, the fake IDs, the fake credit cards, passports, everything. The cop lifted his glasses and frowned. Dean sinks down and grabs them in his hands as receipts blow around the street.
"Sir, stand up," the officer said authoritatively, "You too." He pointed to Sam. They both stand by the hood of the car as the cop makes some calls. The officer had taken their keys.
"Great," Dean said gruffly, "Just great."
"What if," Sam started, "What if Marcia stopped this from happening all the other times, like you don't drive safe at all. She said that she is part of the reason we were so successful out in the field, maybe she stopped the annoying things like this too?" Dean shook his head no, it made sense but he refused to believe it.
"Okay, sons, this is very serious, very serious. Now what we can do is come with me quietly and we can see maybe get most of these expunged," the officer said patiently. Sam looked over at Dean and sighed. They went quietly.
. . . .
"What the hell were you thinking?" Bobby said angrily through the phone at the station.
"Sorry Bobby," Sam said flatly, "Dean fired the angel on our shoulders. Anyway, thanks for calling in a favor for us. We are headed that way."
"What about Texas?" He asked.
"Well, it turns out to be something very different," he said, to say the least, "We will explain when we get there."
They make it to Bobby's and they are ushered into his 'living' area, it was just the way they left it a week or two ago. Bobby walks them in and Dean flops on his couch rubbing his eyes. Sam remained standing and told Bobby what happened. Bobby sat down in his chair and looked as if he seen a ghost.
"Marcia?" He questioned. Sam looked over at him confused.
"Do you know her?" Sam asked slowly. Bobby nodded.
"I—I don't think so," he stuttered, "I had no idea. Don't get on her bad side." He instructed.
"To late," Dean said flatly shrugging. Bobby and Sam looked at him as if they forgot he was there.
"No," Bobby said, "It takes more than that to get to an angel. She said she's been watching over you guys for almost all of your life, well I know it has been Sam's whole life." He pointed at Sam and Dean shifting his head onto his shoulder.
"I don't know Bobby, you weren't there. She beat the tar out of Dean, she's done with us," Sam assured him. Bobby walked over to Dean briskfully and grabbed his chin and moved his jaw around and checked his arms and all the other places Dean would permit.
"No marks, no injuries, she ain't done with you boys yet. Probably just letting you stew." Dean shook his head.
"I don't know Bobby," Sam said, "Dean called her a Bitch, several times." Bobby looked at Dean astonished and then slapped him upside the head.
"Why would you say a thing like that for?!" Bobby flipped. Dean waves him off.
"She watched as things happened, people died! Innocent people and she just stood there!" Dean yelled, "She did nothing! She made dad disappear, she made him fall of the grid and she saw mom die!" Bobby and Sam watch him as he stormed off after that. Sam went to go after him but Bobby stopped him. "Let him collect his thoughts, he'll be back," Bobby assured.
Dean went to the impala and kicked a rock. He scratched his head and lies back on the hood and looks up at the stars. "Dean," a woman voice said from behind him near a stack of tires. He jumps and turns around to see Marcia under the street light. She is not smiling; she is not enjoying seeing him like this. They just stare at each other for a little bit, he noticed she had green eyes just like him. Sam was right, she was beautiful.
"What do you want?" He finally asked, she sighed and began walking towards him.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked smiling slightly, he extended his hand to welcome her onto his car. Her long white dress glided over the top and draped over the side.
"How did you like the speed trap?" she asked, "I generally just get rid of those." He chuckled and turned away.
"Why did you come back?"
"I've been trying to answer that question," she said looking up to the sky, "I stopped having to take care of you two, but I—I have found myself attached to you two." Dean watched her look at the stars.
"So, you know about Sam and you don't go on full rage mode? That doesn't make sense."
"That's not my style. Do you see this necklace?" She draped her fingertips over the chunky gold, pointed necklace, "I am an angel, Dean. I was once a human, a couple thousand years ago, but still, besides I already said that I grew attached," she shrugged, "Besides, it's not Sam's fault in this."
"Why didn't you stop it from happening? With mom and Sam," he asked, she looked over to him with sad eyes.
"I couldn't, Dean, I couldn't stop it, I would try and try, it just kept repeating because a seldom angel cannot stop a grander plan." Dean looked over at her in shock; she looked in his eyes and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"You are carrying so much weight, Dean," she started, "You need to learn how to relax, you may not have a lot of time to relax." He questioned her. "Don't worry," she said smiling, "I will have to visit in the flesh again soon."
"Wait," he said, "I know Sam and I don't have a bright future, but don't give up on us or anything okay? You stuck with us this far." She smiled as she stood.
"I wouldn't dare," she whispered sweetly. She walked off but turned around. "Why did you hate the idea of an angel on your theoretical shoulder?" He smiled and began chuckling.
"Well, actually, I was afraid that you would try to eradicate Sam or something," he said scratching his head. She smiled and disappeared. Dean walked back inside. He never told them about their conversation, it was their little secret.
"You feel any better?" Sam asked as Dean returned.
"Yes, actually," Dean said smiling.
*Yes, I know Vestal Virgins are not Angels but in my AU they are!