The Magnificent Seven Part 1

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter in the second installment of The Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC, a hunter named Angela Morgan and is a revision of Season 3. I do suggest that before reading this you read the first installment, The Taste of Loneliness to get a better understanding. The story will follow the perspective of Sam, Dean and Angela, so some scenes may be cut out, but I am assuming most, if not all of you have seen the show. :)

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

Sam and Angela were sitting in the Impala. Sam was reading a book, and the headed at the top of the page read 'Dr. Faustus'. Angela was paging through a book of her own. They looked up to see Dean inside the house across from them; he was wearing only an undershirt. Dean grinned and gave Sam and Angela a double-thumbs up, at which Sam just shook his head, smiling fondly and Angela giggled. A hot girl came into view, and Dean shut the curtains; they could be seen undressing each other in silhouette. Sam's phone rang.

"Hello." Sam said.

Angela looked up curiously when Sam spoke. She shrugged it off. It was probably Bobby. She continued looking through her book.

Bobby was driving along another dark highway in his own beat-up car. "Hey, Sam."

"Hey, Bobby." Sam replied.

"What're you and Angie doing?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, same old, same old." Sam said.

"You two buried in those books again?" Bobby asked. Sam glanced back at Angela and paused. Bobby grimaced. "Sam, you two want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no books."

"Then where, Bobby?" Angela asked after she had taken the phone.

"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's Dean?"

"Polling the electorate." Angela replied without missing a beat.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"Never mind." Angela replied.

"Well, you three better pack it up." Bobby said. "I think I finally found something."

Angela hung up and handed Sam his phone. Inside the house, Sam knocked on the bedroom door, opening it slightly.

"Dean?" Sam and Angela asked.

They entered the room.

"Dean, you, you conscious?" Sam asked. "Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we—

Sam and Angela stared in horror.

"Oh God." Angela said.

Later, Sam, Dean and Angela were in the Impala, Dean driving.

"Someone let me see their knife." Angela muttered.

"What for?" Dean asked.

"So we can gouge our eyes out." Sam said.

"It was a beautiful, natural act, guys." Dean replied.

"It's a part of you we never wanted to see, Dean." Angela muttered. "I mean, you're Sam's brother, and you're like a brother to me."

Dean chuckles and slapped Sam on the thigh, and grinned at Angela. "Hey, I appreciate you two giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins."

"No problem." Sam said quietly.

"Really?" Dean asked. "Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sig or an eye roll, something. Maybe a scoff from Angie."

"Not at all." Angela murmured. "You deserve to have a little fun."

"Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there." Dean replied. He chuckled. "What's Bobby got?"

"Not much." Sam replied. "Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens."

"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem." Dean said.

"Yeah, but it's our only lead." Angela replied.

"And freaky deaths?"

"No, nothing Bobby could find, not yet, anyway." Sam said.

"It's weird, guys. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all those weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Seventeen." Sam and Angela said.

"Seventeen." Dean nodded. "You think it would be 'Apocalypse Now', but it's been five days and bubkis." Dean muttered. Sam and Angela looked at him, startled, Dean paused. "What are the demons waiting for?"

"Beats us." Angela shrugged.

"It's driving me crazy." Dean replied. "I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."

"I don't know, man." Sam replied. "Be careful what you wish for."

The next morning, Dean, Sam and Angela pulled up outside a farmhouse. Dean got out munching on a hamburger. The air was filled with the sound of cicadas.

"Hear those cicadas?" Angela asked.

"That can't be a good sign."

"No. No, it can't." Sam replied.

"So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?" Bobby greeted them.

"Well, I sold my soul." Dean shrugged. "Got a year to live. I ain't sweating the cholesterol."

"So, Bobby, what do you think?" Sam asked. "We got a biblical plague here or what?"

"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero." Bobby replied.

Dean pounded on the farmhouse door. "Candygram!"

They picked the lock and opened the door; Dean entered first, Sam and Angela behind him, their guns drawn. They covered their noses in disgust.

"That's awful." Angela said.

"That so can't be a good sign." Dean muttered.

They crept through the house; stopping in the second room, they could hear what sounded like panicked screams.

"You hear that?" Sam asked.

They kicked open the next door; the sounds turned out to be coming from a television set, a family of three was seated on the couch, several days dead. Sam, Angela and Dean recoiled at the increased stench.

"Oh my god." Angela said.

Bobby entered through the other side of the room and also recoiled in horror.

"Bobby, what the hell happened here?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Bobby shrugged.

"Check for sulfur." Dean said.

"Yeah." Bobby nodded.

The four of them investigated the room; Dean heard a noise out front and signaled to the others that he was going to check it out. Bobby, Sam and Angela circled around the other direction.

Out front, Dean exited cautiously, gun drawn, and looked around. As he came around the house he was knocked to the ground by a man with a shotgun, Isaac. His wife, Tamara came up behind him.

Bobby came up from the other side. "Isaac? Tamara?"

"Bobby." Tamara said. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same." Bobby replied.

"Heya, Bobby." Isaac said.

Dean raised an arm pitifully from the ground. "Hello. Bleeding here."

~/~\~

At Tamara and Isaac's place, Dean was on the phone.

"Jenny!" he exclaimed. "That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually." He continued.

"Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Isaac asked.

"Well, where'd you leave it?" Tamara asked.

"I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking."

"Palo Santo?" Sam and Angela asked.

"It's holy wood, from Peru." Tamara replied. "It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them."

She dug in a bag and pulled out a large, pointed stake. She handed it to Isaac with an affectionate smile.

"Thank you, dear." Isaac replied.

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me." She smiled.

"So, how long have you two been married?" Angela smiled.

"Eight years this past June." Tamara replied.

"The family that slays together…" Isaac said.

"Right." Sam nodded. "I'm with you there. So, how'd you get started?" he asked. There was an awkward silence. "Oh, you know… I'm sorry. It's not, that's none of my business."

"It's, it's all right." Tamara said.

"Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, then I'd love to have an appletini." He made a face. "Yeah. Call you." He hung up and addressed the group. "That was the coroner's tech."

"And?" Angela asked.

"Get this, that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away." Bobby replied.

"What is this, a demon attack?" Sam asked.

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty." Bobby said.

"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything." Isaac said.

"What do you mean?" Angela asked, looking up at Isaac, arms folded across her chest. She had her eyebrows raised slightly.

"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't 'scooby-doo', and we don't play well with others." Isaac told her.

"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together." Angela said.

"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the devil's gate get opened in the first place."

"No offense?" Dean asked.

Sam pulled Angela back away from Isaac.

Tamara was astonished. "Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh yeah, yeah." Isaac nodded. "Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."

Angela broke from Sam's grasp and glared at Isaac slightly. "Look, buddy- she was cut off.

"All right. That's enough." Dean cut in. "Angie, stand next to Sam."

She sighed and did so, crossing her arms.

"Guys, this isn't helping." Sam said quietly. "Dean—

"Look, there are a couple hundred more demons out there now." Isaac said. "We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us, on all of us."

Tamara pulled Isaac away. "Okay. That's quite enough testosterone for now."

They left the room. Later, Bobby looked out the window, then shut the curtains. Out of the darkness beyond the house, a mysterious young woman stepped into the light. She stared at the house, calculating.

~/~\~

Policemen were taking forensic evidence at the murder scene as Sam and Angela watched. They went into the store.

~/~\~

In the store, Dean was chatting up a witness.

"What happened outside makes you realize how fragile life really is." He said. "You got to make every second count.

Sam and Angela approached. Sam cleared his throat.

"Excuse me a minute, would you?" Dean asked.

"Sure." The witness nodded, leaving.

"Dean, what are you doing?" Angela asked.

"I'm comforting the bereaved." He replied. "What are you two doing?"

"Workin'." Sam replied. "Dead body, possible demon attack, that kind of stuff."

Dean coughed pathetically. "Guys, I'm sorry. I just, I don't have much time left, and… got to make every second count."

"Yeah, right. All right. Sorry." Sam chastened.

"Apology accepted." Dean said.

Bobby entered in a suit. His hair was slicked back. The three looked at him, impressed.

"Lookin' good, Bobby." Angela grinned.

"Whoa." Dean whistled. "Looking spiffy, Bobby. What were you, a g-man?"

"Attorney for the D.A.'s office." Bobby replied. "I just spoke to the suspect."

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what?"

"Don't think so." Bobby replied. "There's none of the usual signs, no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."

"Maybe she's just some random whack job." Dean said.

"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this?" Bobby asked. "I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you three find anything around here?"

"No sulfur, nothing." Angela replied.

"Well, maybe something." Dean nodded to a security camera in the ceiling. "See? I'm working."

~/~\~

In the security room, Sam and Angela were seated, watching the security footage, as Bobby and Dean hovered.

"Anything interesting?" Dean asked.

"I don't know yet." Sam muttered.

"Might just be a guy…" Angela added. They watched the redheaded man approach the blonde woman. "Or it might be our guy."

~/~\~

Sam and Angela left and walked up the street. Sam had his hands in his pockets. Ruby, the mysterious woman from earlier slipped onto the street several paces behind them and followed. They sensed that they were being followed, stopped, and turned. She was gone.

Angela looked up at Sam. "Do you uh, do you feel like we're being followed?"

"A bit… Yeah." He muttered.

~/~\~

Dean and Bobby were staking out a bar, sitting in Bobby's car.

"What time is it?" Bobby asked.

"Seven past midnight."

"You sure this is the right place?"

"No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this stupid bar." Dean replied.

There was a loud pounding on the window; Bobby and Dean both jumped. It was Sam, who grinned at their discomfort, and Angela stood next to him laughing. They slipped into the backseat.

"That's not funny!" Dean exclaimed.

"It kind of was." Angela smiled.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Uh, all right, so, so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."

"The night the devil's gate opened?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Angela nodded.

"So you think he's possessed?" Dean asked.

"It's a good bet." Angela replied. "So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"

"Those demons that got out at the gate, they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen." Bobby said.

"You mean the demons we let out?" Sam asked.

"Guys." Dean said as he saw something.

The redheaded man got out of his car and walked towards the bar.

"All right. Showtime." Dean said.

"Wait a minute." Bobby replied.

"What?" Dead asked.

"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guys. We should tail him till we know for sure."

"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?"

"We're no good dead!" Bobby exclaimed. "And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."

"Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's and option." Angela said.

"Why not?"

Sam nodded, indicating another car that had just entered the lot. Isaac and Tamara got out and headed towards the bar.

"Dammit!" Bobby exclaimed.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of A Time to Love! We'll see Sam and Angela's relationship grow, so keep reading to find out what happens! :)

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

~Emily