Croatoan Part 1

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is the first installment in my new series The Messenger of God Saga, it will involve my OC, a hunter named Angela Morgan, and is a revision of Season 2. The story will follow the perspective of Sam, Dean and Angela, so some scenes may be cut out, but I'm assuming most of you have seen the show. :)

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway, shape or form own Supernatural or the character. I just own Angela. :)

Dean was in a dim hallway, Angela running after him. He slid out the clip of his gun, and quickly replaces it. He opened the door revealing a Crater Lake poster on the wall, a young blond man tied to a chair, a young woman, a middle-aged woman, and a tough-looking black man. The blond man looked up as Dean entered the room, Angela walking in after him. Dean raised the gun and immediately the blond started babbling.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna… no, I swear!" the blond exclaimed. "It's not in me!"

"Oh God. We're all gonna die." The young woman said.

"Maybe he's tellin' the truth." The black man commented, looking at Dean.

Dean started advancing, cocking the gun. "He's not him, not anymore." He muttered.

"No, stop it! Stop it!" the blond cried. "Ask her, ask the Doctor! It's not in me!"

"I just… I can't tell." The middle-aged woman mumbled.

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I," the blond begged.

"Dean, look at him! It's not in him!" Angela yelled.

Dean glanced at her. "I got no choice." He replied.

The blond started sobbing. "She's right, I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me!" he replied. "Don't, don't. Please!"

The man's begging didn't matter… Dean fired twice.

~/~\~

Sam was lying on the floor beside a motel bed, and came out of the most recent vision he had. The door opened and Dean walked inside, and was chewing on jerky and carrying a six-pack of beer. Sam sat up, panting.

"Sam?" Dean asked concern in his voice.

"No…" he breathed.

~/~\~

Dean was driving the Impala, and Sam was navigating with the GPS.

"Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." The GPS directed.

"There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam commented.

"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Dean asked, raising a brow.

Sam had a flashback to the vision, the Oregon poster on the wall. "There was a picture. Crater Lake." He replied.

"Okay, what else?" Dean asked.

"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair." Sam said.

"And I ventilated him?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. You thought there was something inside of him." Sam said. "But this other woman was trying to convince you not to shoot him." He added.

"What, a demon? Was he possessed?" Dean asked. "And what woman? Do we know her?" he added, curiosity in his voice.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know." He replied. "And no, I don't think so… She didn't look familiar."

"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow…" Dean replied. "So was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?"

"No. Nothing, you just plugged him after that woman told you not to, that's it." Sam shrugged.

"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason." Dean mumbled.

"I sure hope so." Sam replied.

Dean looked at him with a frown. "What does that mean?" he asked. There was a pause. "I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." He added.

Sam just raised his eyebrows.

"I wouldn't!" Dean exclaimed.

"I never said you would!" Sam retorted.

"Fine!" Dean replied.

"Fine!" Sam said. Sam let out a sigh. "Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it." Sam added. "So let's fine him, and see what's what."

"Fine." Dean said.

"Fine." Sam nodded in agreement.

~/~\~

The Winchesters pulled into town past a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. They pulled up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from the vision was cleaning a rifle; he wore a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest.

Sam and Dean got out and approached him. As they got closer they noticed a shorter woman across from him, pulling out a badge. She had long brown hair that curled at the bottom, and was wearing a red button up shirt, jeans, and combat boots.

"That's the woman who tried to stop you from shooting the guy in my vision." Sam whispered to Dean.

Dean nodded. "Morning." He said.

The man and the woman both looked at them. The woman frowned slightly, her brows furrowing.

"Good morning." The man replied. "Can I help you?" he asked.

Dean noticed the woman's badge. "Yeah." He nodded, pulling out his own. "Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard. U.S. Marshals." He said. "We're her partners." He gestured to the woman.

She guessed she would just have to play along with his lie… She looked back at the man and nodded. "Yeah, they're just a bit late, that's all."

He nodded. "Right." He muttered. "What's this about?"

"We're looking for someone." Dean replied.

Sam looked at Angela as Dean spoke. He noticed that she was rather pretty… well, really pretty.

"A young man, early twenties." Angela commented.

Sam frowned at how she knew that, and he flashed back to the vision. "He'd have a, a thin scar right below his hairline."

The man frowned. "What'd he do?"

"Well, nothing." Sam replied. "We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us."

"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean replied. He glanced at the man's left arm, which showed a distinctive tattoo. "I think maybe you know who he is… Master Sergeant." Dean smiled slightly. "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal."

"What company?" the man asked.

"Echo-2-1." Dean replied.

"So can you help us?" Sam asked.

The man hesitated. "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that." He replied. "But I know him. Good kid keeps his nose clean."

"Oh, I'm sure he does." Angela smiled softly. "Um. You know where he lives?"

"With his family, us Aspen Way." The man replied.

"Thank you." Angela said. She glanced at the Winchesters. "Now, if you'll excuse us, I'd like to talk to my partners."

The man nodded, frowning as they left.

~/~\~

In the middle of the empty road, she stopped the two. "Why're you two here?" she asked.

Dean frowned. "Well, we could ask the same about you." He replied. "Who are you anyway?"

"My name's Angela Morgan." She replied. "But you two popping up here? It's weird…"

"We're Sam and Dean Winchester." Dean replied. "And why is it so weird for us to be here?" he frowned.

She sighed. "Do you ever get those de ja vu moments? Like you feel like something's happened before?" she asked. "Because it happens to me a lot, except everything in that de ja vu moment comes true… It's like a vision or something…"

Sam frowned. "I get those too…" he replied. "Let me guess, your last vision had something to do with a blond man tied to a chair, and my brother killing him?" he asked.

She nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah. It was exactly that…." She replied. "When did yours start?" she asked.

"About a year ago…" he replied. "I'm guessing that's around the same time they started for you…"

She nodded. "Spot on." She muttered. She looked at Dean. "So, I'm guessing you boys are hunters like me." She changed the subject. She sighed. "Maybe we should team up on this one." She suggested.

Dean nodded hesitantly. "Alright, sure. That might be for the best." He replied.

The trio started walking again, only for Sam to bump into a telephone pole. He glanced at it in passing. He stopped; carved into the wood was a single word: CROATOAN.

The three approached the pole and Sam pointed at the word with a significant look.

"Hey." He said.

"Croatoan?" Dean asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. He just received a blank look from Dean. "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell?" he asked. "Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?"

"Yeah! Shots heard 'round the word, How bills become laws…"

"That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock." Angela smirked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He mumbled.

"Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500's?" Sam replied.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I do remember that." Dean nodded. "The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan."

"Yeah. And I mean, there were theories, Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened." Sam said. "They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight."

"You don't think that's what's going on here, I mean…" Dean replied.

"Whatever Sam and I saw in our heads, it sure wasn't good." Angela murmured. "But what do you think could do that?"

"Well, I mean, like I told Sam, all of his weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so yours might be to." Dean said.

Before Angela could ask about the Yellow-Eyed Demon, Sam spoke up.

"We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?" Sam added.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's a good idea." He replied, taking out his cellphone. He frowned at it. "I don't have signal."

Sam and Angela pulled at their phones, and shook their heads.

"I don't either." Sam replied.

"Neither do I." Angela said.

They walked to a pay phone, which Dean picked up. They heard the 'out of service' beeping, and Dean clicked the receiver several times.

"Line's dead." Dean commented with a sigh. He hung up the phone. "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step." He muttered.

~/~\~

The Impala was parked outside of a cabin, and the three approached the front. By the door was a small, tacky plaque that read 'BORN TO FISH; FORCED TO WORK'. Sam knocked on the door, and a teenage boy with dark spiked hair opened it.

"Yeah?" the boy asked.

Dean flashed his badge. "We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?"

The boy nodded. "Yeah, he's my brother."

"Can we talk to him?" Angela asked.

"Oh, he's not here right now." The boy replied.

"Do you know where he is?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake." The boy said.

"Your parents home?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, they're inside."

"Jake? Who is it?" Mr. Tanner asked from inside.

Dean looked at Mr. Tanner as he appeared. "Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane."

"Wh-Why? He's not in trouble, is he?" Mr. Tanner frowned.

"No, no, no, no." Angela replied. "We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all."

"When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure." Mr. Tanner replied.

"Well, maybe your wife knows." Sam said.

"No, I don't know, she's not here right now." Mr. Tanner told him.

"Your son said she was." Angela commented.

"Did I?" Jake asked.

"She's getting groceries." Mr. Tanner replied. "So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?"

"Oh no, we'll just check in with you later." Dean replied.

The three turned and walked down the steps as the Tanners shut the door.

"That was kind of creepy, right?" Dean asked. "A little too Stepford?"

"Big time." Sam and Angela said in unison.

They looked around furtively, and snuck around to the back of the house. The crouched below the window and peered inside. They saw a Mrs. Tanner, tied to a chair and gagged. They saw Jake behind her, hands on her shoulders and Mr. Tanner was cutting into his arm, letting the blood drip onto a wound in her shoulder.

Outside, the trio armed themselves and kicked down the back door. As they rushed in, their hand guns raised, Mr. Tanner rushed at them with a knife; Dean shot him three times in the chest.

Jake jumped out the window, shattering the glass in the process, and darted into the woods. Sam and aimed at him through the window, but they hesitated, giving him time to get away.

~/~\~

Mrs. Tanner sat in the backseat, Angela's arm around her shoulders. They pulled up to a clinic and Sam and Angela helped her out, leading her to the door. Dean opened the trunk, and looked around.

Sam and Angela led Mrs. Tanner inside. The clinic was quiet, dim, and empty.

"Hello? Hello?" Sam called. "We need a Doctor here!"

The young woman from the vision rushed out, concerned. "Mrs. Tanner, what happened?" she asked, wide eyed.

"She's been attacked." Angela replied quickly.

"Doctor Lee?" the young woman called.

Doctor Lee rushed in. "Bring her in." she replied.

"Okay." Sam replied with a nod.

The young woman led Sam, Angela, and Mrs. Tanner into a back room, and Doctor Lee followed. A few moments later Dean entered the clinic, carrying the canvas-covered body of Mr. Tanner hoisted over his shoulders.

"Is that- Doctor Lee started to ask.

"Mr. Tanner?" Dean replied.

"Was he attacked too?" Doctor Lee asked.

"Uh… no, actually, he did the attacking and then got himself shot." Dean replied.

"Shot?" Doctor Lee asked, wide eyed.

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"And who are you?" Doctor Lee asked.

"U.S. Marshal. I'd show you my badge, but uh…" Dean said.

"Oh. Sorry. Bring him back here." Doctor Lee waved him over.

~/~\~

Mrs. Tanner was seated on a stool with her shirt off; Doctor Lee sat across from her, treating the wound on her left shoulder.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him?" Doctor Lee asked, frowning. "Your son Jake?"

Mrs. Tanner nodded. "They beat me. Tied me up." She whispered.

"I don't believe it." The young woman murmured.

"Pam. Beverly… do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?" Doctor Lee asked.

Mrs. Tanner shook her head. "No, of course not." She replied. "I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them."

Sam, Dean, and Angela were listening to the conversation. The shared a look at her last words.

"We gotta talk." Dean muttered. The three exited the lab. "Those guys were whacked out of their gourds."

"What do you think?" Sam asked. "Multiple demons, mass possession?"

"If it is a possession there could be more." Dean replied. "I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention."

"Great." Angela muttered.

"Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town; you take it from the inside." Dean commented.

"I don't know, man." Sam shrugged. "We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs."

"Well, whatever." Dean muttered. "Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you woulda taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about."

"I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!" Sam retorted.

"No, it was an 'it'." Dean replied. "Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam."

Angela sighed. "Sam's right Dean, I wasn't able to shoot the kid either." She murmured.

Just before Dean could reply Doctor Lee stalked out of the lab, her heels clicking loudly on the floor.

"How's the patient?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Terrible!" She exclaimed. "What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know." Dean replied.

"Yeah?" she raised a brow. "Well, you just killed my next door neighbor."

"We didn't have a choice." Dean said.

"Maybe so, but we need the county Sheriff." She replied. "I need the coroner…"

"Phones are down." Angela said.

"I know, I tried." Doctor Lee muttered. "Tell me you have a police radio in the car?"

"Yeah we do. But it crapped out just like everything else." Sam said.

"I don't understand what is happening." Doctor Lee murmured.

"How far is it to the next town?" Dean asked curiously.

"It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder." Doctor Lee answered.

"All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find dome help." Dean said. He clapped both Angela and Sam on the shoulders. "My partners'll stick around, keep you guys safe."

"Safe from what?" Doctor Lee frowned.

"We'll get back to you on that." He replied, walking out.

~/~\~

Dean pulled up behind a wrecked car with Oregon plates that read 'WTF 4C7'; he stopped to investigate, carrying a gun. The windows on the car were smashed and blood covered the seats; on the driver's side was a large bloody knife. He picked it up.

~/~\~

Sam was leaning against a counter and Angela was leaning against a wall, both were staring at the body of Mr. Tanner. Sam began pacing; Doctor Lee was nearby, looking at something in a microscope.

"Huh." Doctor Lee muttered.

"What?" Sam and Angela said in unison, looking at her.

"His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high." Doctor Lee commented. "His body was fighting off a viral infection."

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. "Really? What kind of virus?" he asked.

"Can't say for sure." Doctor Lee said.

"Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?" Angela asked curiously.

"None that I've ever heard of." Doctor Lee replied. "I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood."

"Did what?" Angela frowned.

"There's this… weird residue." Doctor Lee said. "If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulfur."

"Sulfur." Sam muttered sharing a look with Angela.

~/~\~

Dean drove along the road to a bridge, which was blocked by a roadblock consisting of several cars and a half-dozen locals with guns. One was Jake. He stopped the car, frowning. Something banged down on the roof of the car and he jumped; a man leaned over into the frame.

"Oh-ho-ho. Hey." Dean said.

"Sorry. Road's close." The man replied.

"Yeah, I can see that." Dean nodded. "What's up?"

"Quarantine."

"Quarantine? What is it?" Dean asked.

"Don't know." The man shrugged. "Something going around out there."

"Uh-huh." Dean nodded. "Who told you that?"

"County Sheriff."

"Is he here?" Dean raised a brow.

"No. He called. Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?"

Dean laughed nervously. "Well, you are a handsome devil, but I don't swing that way, sorry."

"I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute."

"Yeah, I'll bet you would." Dean nodded. Dean put the car into a quick reverse; the man grabbed his collar and was dragged along.

The men at the roadblock began firing, and Dean swung the car around, shaking the man off and zoomed away.

~/~\~

Back at the clinic Sam and Angela were staring intently at Mrs. Tanner, who was still huddled on the stool in the lab.

"I don't understand." Mrs. Tanner murmured. "Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Doctor Lee replied. "Now, during the attack, do you remember… did you have any direct contact with they're blood?"

Mrs. Tanner's eyes widened. "Oh my God." She breathed. "You don't think I've got this virus, do you?"

"Beverly, I don't know what to think." Doctor Lee whispered. "But with your permission, we'll take a blood sample."

Mrs. Tanner nodded and laid her hand gently on Doctor Lee's. Suddenly she grabbed Doctor Lee's wrist and yelled in rage, lashing out with her other hand.

Sam and Angela advanced on her and she tossed them both against a glass cabinet, which shattered. She picked up a scalpel and advanced on Sam, yelling.

When Angela saw this she grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and knocked her out.

Sam looked up at Angela. "Thanks." He breathed.

"No problem." She murmured, setting the fire extinguisher down.

~/~\~

Dean was driving back into the town, and the man who gave them the information about Duane stepped into his path, brandishing a rifle, and he stopped the car.

"Hands where I can see 'em!" he yelled.

"Okay!" Dean replied, holding up his hands.

"Get out of the car! Out of the car!"

Dean opened the door and got out slowly. "All right, easy there, big guy." As he stood, Dean pulled out a handgun and pointed it at the man. "All right, put it down!"

"Lower it now!" the man yelled.

"Put it down!" Dean retorted.

"Are you one of 'em?" the man asked.

"No! Are you?" Dean replied.

"No!"

"You could be lying!" Dean exclaimed.

"So could you!" he yelled back.

Dean sighed. "All right! All right. We could do this all day, all right? Let's just uh, let's take it easy before we kill each other."

The man relaxed slightly. "What's going on with everybody?"

"I don't know." Dean sighed.

"My neighbor… Mr. Rogers, he-"

"You've got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?" Dean asked, raising a brow.

"Not anymore." The man replied. Dean just shook his head. "He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone."

"I'm heading over to the Doc's place, there's still some people left." Dean said.

"No, no way. I'm getting the hell out."

"There's no way out, they got the bridge covered, come on." Dean said.

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, stay here, be my guest." Dean shrugged.

The man hesitated, the changed his mind. He pulled out a handgun and kept it pointed towards Dean as he got in the passenger's side.

Dean still had his gun up as well. "Well, this ought to be a relaxing drive." He muttered.

~/~\~

Doctor Lee was looking through the microscope; Pam huddled against the far wall.

"What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?" Pam muttered.

"You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help." Doctor Lee said.

"I can't, I… I've got to go." Pam murmured.

"Pam, no." Angela replied sternly.

"Pam!" Doctor Lee exclaimed.

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay." She replied, hurrying out of the lab.

Sam followed her to the lobby. "All right, wait, wait. Please." He said. "Look, I know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming."

The Impala could be heard pulling up outside.

"There they are." Sam said.

"Sammy? Open up!" Dean called from outside.

Sam opened the door to let in Dean and the man, who were both still armed.

"Did you guys, uh, get to a phone?" Angela asked, walking over.

"Road block." Dean replied. He looked at the man. "I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside."

The man nodded, and walked into the next room.

"What's going on out there, Dean?" Sam frowned.

"Man, I don't know, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean Sarge is the only sane person I could find." Dean said. "What are we dealing with, do you know?"

"Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus." Angela said.

"Okay, great." Dean nodded. "What do you think?"

"I think she's right." Angela shrugged.

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "And I think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact." He added. "Oh, but it gets better. The uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulfur in the blood."

"A demonic virus?" Dean raised a brow.

"Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare." Sam said. "At least that explains why Angela and I have been having visions."

"It's like a Biblical plague." Dean muttered.

"Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean." Sam nodded. "I've been poring through Dad's journal, found something about the Roanoke colony."

"And?" Dean asked.

"Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He though it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Reesha. A demon of plague and pestilence."

"Well, that, that's terrific. Why here, why now?" Dean replied.

"I have no idea." Sam shrugged. "But Dean, who knows how far this thing can spread?" he added. "We gotta get out of here, take Angela with us, we gotta warn people."

"They've got one! In here!" the man called from the next room.

The trio went into the next room. "What do you mean?" Dean frowned.

"The wife. She's infected." Angela said.

"We've gotta take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get." The man said quickly.

Dean barely hesitated before pulling out his gun and stalking into the lab.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of The Taste of Loneliness! We'll definitely find out more about this Angela character and what relationship she'll have with the Winchesters. :)

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily