Strange Angels

"Today is a winding road

That's taking me to places I didn't want to go"

Thunder- Boys Like Girls

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Dean opened his eyes with a groan, his head pounding like a non-stop rock concert. He lay there a moment on the hard surface, then raised a hand to his forehead.

Where was he-?

He sat up with another groan, then looked around- it was dark, and he was in the middle of a field it seemed, and as he stood up, it was confirmed. But-? He frowned now as he remembered-

He and Sam had been on the way to Nevada for a little break for the first time in so long. He'd been ready to hustle some poker and bag a few girls for the night. Then it started to rain as they drove, Sam fast asleep and the music on low.

Dean remembered now- they had stopped for no reason, and he didn't dare open the hood and expose the engine to the torrential downpour, so, with a heavy heart for his baby, he nodded off too.

Then he'd opened his eyes and found himself here. Wherever here was. The Impala wasn't in sight, and now as he yelled. 'Sam!' his brother wasn't either.

Had they been ambushed-?

He pulled out his mobile and snarled. 'Oh come on!' as he found the battery dead. Dean put it away, then ran a hand through his damp hair. What the hell was going on-?

Dean sighed in defeat now, then spotted an old dirt road to his relief, he stepped forwards and followed it into the night.


Sam opened his eyes with a jolt, sitting up- what the hell-? Where was every-?

He got to his feet and looked around- he was on the outskirts of a stretch of woods or forest. The last thing he remembered was nodding off against the Impala window, on their way to Nevada.

Was this some kind of joke Dean was pulling? Leave him there for a bit and watch his reaction? He didn't put it past him, but this time it felt different.

He sighed, then pulled out his mobile- no battery. but-? He could have swore he charged it up before leaving the motel room.

This wasn't making sense...

'Sam?'

Sam turned now as Castiels voice and said. 'Cas! Man am I glad to see you! What the hells going on? Where's Dean?' Cas frowned. 'You didn't call me?' Sam shook his head, then Cas suddenly looked alert, then pulled out his blade saying. 'We're not alone.' Sam understood. 'Angels?'

Cas frowned. 'I'm not sure...'

'Cas-?'

Castiel lowered it now, then frowned. 'Dean?'

Dean walked forwards now, then frowned. 'Sam? Cas?'

Sam sighed in relief, then said. 'What happened?' As Dean reached the pair, he frowned at Cas and said. 'Did you zap us?' Cas shook his head, frowning. 'You two called me to come here.' He looked at Sam, who snorted and said. 'I didn't call you.' Cas pulled out his phone, then showed him the last caller identity, making Sam frown. It was his number... but-?

Dean nodded now. 'Something weirds going on.'


They found the Impala further up the road, much to Deans relief, who hugged the car, swearing he'd never leave her again.

As they drove down the road, Sam asked Cas.

'You said it was angels?'

Cas nodded with a frown. 'It was. I think.' Dean scoffed. 'Just see if they have pearly white wings and a freaking harp. Don't forget the halo while you're at it.' Castiel frowned. 'Halo-?'

Sam sighed now, then said. 'Well how the hell did we end up like that-? Like something moved us...' Castiel frowned. 'It had the mark of an angel... but...'

Dean frowned now. 'What?' Castiel shook his head.

'Doesn't matter. I must be imagining things.'


When they reached the next town, they found out they were in Virginia. No where near Nevada now.

They had been moved after all, and all three were confused- there were no sulfur, no tracks, no clues, nada.

The next morning, the brothers were sat at a table in a diner, Sam on his laptop, Dean stuffing his face as per usual. Sam frowned now as he saw a man reading a newspaper, then said. 'Dean-' he turned and looked at the back of the paper.

The man scowled and went. 'Hey!' as Dean nabbed if of him, he smiled, then gave him the paper back, keeping the page he needed under the table, which he unfolded and set out on the table.

'"Towns guardian angels go rogue?'" Sam read, an eyebrow. He and Dean read an article on how people had seen "angels" in the sky" making their children better and crops to grow. But recently, things had taken a bad turn, and people were dying as well as animals. Like some angel of Death had struck them down.

The brothers noticed one thing- all the victims were of simliar age- their early to middle twenties.

'Rogue angel?' Sam suggested, nodding at the titleand Dean stared at the page. 'Well... whatevers doing all this, it sure ain't cherubiccy.' Sam frowned. 'Is that even a word?' Dean shrugged, then said. 'It is now.'

Now Sam groaned and realized, closing his eyes as he remembered. 'I've just realized where we are...' Dean raised an eyebrow. 'Do share (!)'

Sam sighed. 'Angelus Urbs.' Dean raised an eyebrow. 'Excuse me?' Sam sighed again. 'It's Latin for "Angel City" or "Urbs de Angelus" if you want to be specific- City of angels. I never thought this place was actually real...'

Dean gaped now, then said. 'Right. We're out of here. Come on!'

Sam chuckled, then said. 'No way! This place is fascinating! They say an Archangel crashed from the Heavens upon this town that was so barren and devoid of the right nutrients needed to grow crops and when they healed him, the angel brought this place to life. The women became fertile and life flourished. At least... that's what the legend says... it's hard to know what the actual version is. I saw a documentary of this place on TV once. It-'

'Sounds like a load of made up crap if you ask me.'

Sam sighed. 'The point is Dean, is that people around here believe it, don't diss them.' Dean laughed now, then said incredulously. 'You had an angel ride your ass right into Hell! And now you're gushing like a little girl over pixies?'

Sam scowled. 'I'm just talking about the history. This place goes back years, mixing old with new.' Dean rolled his eyes. 'Ok Professor, skip the lecture. What's killing people? Angels? Come on Sam... a city thats practically made of the lore, and real asshat angels actually killing their fans? What are the odds-!' Sam sighed, then nodded at the paper.

'I think the morgue would be a good place to start.'


'So... they just dropped dead-?'

The man nodded, pulling the body of the newest casualty, Freddie McEwan, out for the big ass "FBI" The man sighed now, then said. 'I knew Freddie, son of a patient; he was perfectly healthy young man.' Sam nodded, then asked. 'May we-?' The man nodded, then backed off, going into the other room.

Sam was staring at Freddie, confused. None of this was making sense. But then... Angelus Urbs did have a srtange reputation. The place itself wasn't haunted... but things happened that no one could explain, which was probably why angels started to be blamed and God knew what else.

This town was hiding a secret... a big one at that...

'Hey- what's that-?'

Sam looked down now at where Dean was frowning at, then he pulled up a magnifying glass and looked down, then went.

'Everywhere you go in this freaking town, it's angel, angel, angel! God I need a beer...'

Sam sighed, then pushed him aside and looked down, frowning himself at the little symbol over his heart. It looked like-

'We need Cas.'


When Cas arrived, he looked at the little Enochian sigil and frowned. 'What?' Sam asked as he saw Castiels exression. Cas shook his head, backing of abit. 'I don't... know.'

Dean raised an eyebrow. 'A sigil you don't know-?' Castiel scowled, then said. 'This is old. Older than me... before I was created.' The brothers stared, then Sam asked. 'Like, Lucifer old?' Castiel nodded, then frowned. 'I've never seen one of them before. It's... strange. Almost-' his eyes widened, then he vanished, making Dean throw up his arms in annoyance.

But Sam was staring at the little symbol.

He was right- there was a mystery surrounding this infamous town.

And it wasn't angelic...


And so, here we have it! Our newest little story with big twists. Heating up already next chapter. Up later on! Reviews much loved! X Nic