Meet the New Boss Part 1

A/N: Hey, guys! This is the sixth installment of my series, The Messenger of God Saga. It involves my OC named Angela Morgan, a hunter from a long line. This will be a revision of Season 7. The story will follow the perspectives of Sam, Dean, and Angela, so some scenes will be cut out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural in any way, shape, or form. I just own Angela.

Bobby, Dean, Angela, and Sam looked at Castiel with fear evident in their eyes. Bobby swallowed nervously.

"Well, alright then," Bobby started as he knelt down. "Is this good, or do you want the whole 'forehead to the carpet' thing?" He asked. Bobby looked at the three younger hunters who were still standing. "Guys?"

Sam, Dean, and Angela started to kneel, but Castiel stopped them.

"Stop," Castiel commanded. "What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me. Not love, not respect, just fear."

"Cas…" Sam started.

"Sam, you have nothing to say to me; you stabbed in the back," Castiel responded. "Get up," he told Dean, Angela, and Bobby.

"Cas, come on, this isn't you," Dean replied.

"The Castiel you knew is gone," Castiel replied.

Dean's brows furrowed. "So, what, then? Kill us?"

Castiel smirked slightly. "What a brave little ant you are." He commented. "You know you're powerless, you wouldn't dare move against me again. That would be pointless. So, I have no need to kill you. Not now." He explained. "Besides…once you were my favorite pets before you turned and bit me."

"Who are you?" Dean asked quietly.

"I'm God," Castiel replied obviously. "And if you stay in your place, you may live in my kingdom. If you rise up, I will strike you down." He warned. Behind him, Sam was breathing heavily. "Not doing so well, are you, Sam?"

Angela immediately looked at Sam, worry evident on her face. "Sammy…"

"I'm fine…" Sam cleared his throat. "I'm…fine."

Angela looked at Castiel. "You said you would fix him! You promised, Cas!"

"If you stood down, which you hardly did," Castiel replied. "Be thankful for my mercy. I could have cast you back into the pit." He warned Sam.

"Cas, please, this is nuts!" Angela exclaimed. "You can turn this around, please!"

"I hope for your sake this is the last time you see me," Castiel replied before he disappeared.

Bobby, Dean, Angela, and Sam looked around at each other for a few seconds, until Sam's nose started to bleed.

Angela frowned in concern. "Sammy, are you okay?" she asked as she walked towards him.

Sam saw a vision of himself burning in Hell; he then fell to the ground and cut his hand on some broken glass. Angela rushed over and knelt down beside him. Dean watched the scene unfold and he swallowed nervously.

"Sammy!" She exclaimed. "Sam!"

~/~\~

Dean in the backseat of the Impala, lying on his back with his boots pressed against the roof.

"Come on," Dean grunted as he tried to push the dented roof out with his feet. "Come on, baby!"

Bobby walked outside with his hands in his pockets. "So, you fixin' her or primal screamin'?"

Dean got out of the Impala and took a beer out of a nearby cooler. "How's Sam?" Dean asked, ignoring Bobby's question.

"He's still under. But alive." Bobby replied. "Angie's with him now...hasn't left his side since we got back."

Dean sighed and took a sip of his beer. "What about God part Deux?"

"I got all kinds of feelers out, so far diddly." Bobby shrugged.

"And what exactly are you looking for?" Dean asked, his brows furrowing.

"Exactly. What? Miracles, mass visions, trench coat on a tortilla?" Bobby sighed. "I don't know what I'm lookin' for."

"Ah, well, he'll surface," Dean assured.

Bobby nodded. "So, say we do suss out where 'new and improved' flew off to…"

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"The hell we plan to do about it?" Bobby sighed.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know, Bobby, I got no more clue than you do."

"I don't even know what books to hit for this, Dean," Bobby stressed.

"Well, figure it out!" Dean snapped, causing Bobby to raise his eyebrows. "I'm sorry." Dean sighed. "This ain't in no book. If you stick your neck out, Cas steps on it. So, you know what I'm gonna do?"

"What?" Bobby asked.

"I'm gonna fix this car," Dean pointed to the Impala. "Because that's what I can do. I can work on her 'til she's mint. And when Sam wakes up, no matter what shape he's in, we'll glue him back together too. We owe him that."

"I'm with you." Bobby agreed.

Dean lied back down in the Impala and began to pound on the roof with a mallet.

~/~\~

Angela was in Bobby's kitchen making sandwiches for everyone. Her back was turned to the living room and she hummed softly as she prepared the food. Sam suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Angie," Sam greeted, startling her.

Angela jumped slightly and turned around, a grin forming on her lips. "Sammy!" she exclaimed as she went over to him. She stood on her toes and pressed a firm, sweet kiss to his lips. "You're walking and talking."

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "I, uh, put on my socks, the whole nine."

"That's great," Angela nodded, hugging his waist. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. My head hurts a little, but…basically." Sam replied, wrapping his arms around Angela.

Angela's eyebrows raised slightly. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, babe, I mean, I'm just as surprised as you are but, yeah, I swear," Sam assured.

"Good!" Angela smiled. "No reason putting a gift horse under a microscope, right?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "So, what happened with Cas?"

"Come on, Dean and I will fill you in," Angela replied, pulling away. "Plus, he'll be happy to see you're awake, and I made lunch." She added, kissing Sam on the cheek. She grabbed the plates and walked through the back door.

Sam started to follow Angela but hesitated as he heard the faint sound of chains jingling. He nervously looked around the room, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary.

~/~\~

After the group had eaten lunch, Dean had asked Sam to help fix the Impala. Sam was currently in Bobby's basement looking through a drawer of tools. He frowned when he heard the faint jingling of chains again and ominous laughter. He didn't see anything and went back to his task, eventually finding the wrench he had been looking for. Sam turned around and was shocked to find the basement bathed in an eerie red light. Multiple chains hung from the ceiling, as well as meat hooks with bits of flesh and hair still attached.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" An evil voice laughed.

Sam swallowed nervously. "No, no, this can't be happening…"

"Sam!" Lucifer's voice called out.

"Hey, Sam!" Bobby called as he walked down the stairs. "What are you, taking a nap down here?"

Bobby frowned when he reached the end of the stairwell and saw a terrified Sam wielding the wrench like a weapon.

"It's Cas, we think…" Bobby continued. "Come on."

Sam lowered the wrench and nodded. "Y-yeah. Coming."

~/~\~

"The sudden deaths of some 200 religious leaders are currently under investigation." The TV announcer said. "The Vatican has yet to issue a statement, but some are already calling this an act of God."

Dean, Bobby, Angela, and Sam stood as they watched the news. A woman who had been part of the congregation was being interviewed outside of the church.

"We all saw him," the woman on TV explained. "No beard, no robe. He was young…and…and sexy! He has a raincoat…"

Dean walked up and shut off the TV.

~/~\~

Dean was in the Impala, working on a window while listening to the radio announcer.

"Believed to be target hits high up in the white-supremacy organizations," the radio announcer said. "The FBI now believes the Ku Klux Klan has been forced to disband."

Dean blinked a few times. "Can't argue with that one…" he muttered.

~/~\~

It was nighttime at this point and Dean was still working on the Impala. Currently, he was working on the hood.

"A freak lightning strike on the heels of the fire that burned down the Center for Vibrational Enlightenment earlier today." The radio announcer said. "Said a spokesman, 'this tragedy represents the largest loss in New Age motivational speaker history'."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Motivational speakers?"

Angela walked out with three beers and handed two of them to Sam and Dean. The brothers took the beers gratefully and Sam kissed Angela's cheek.

"Yeah, I'm not sure new Cas gets irony any better than old Cas," Dean replied as he took a sip of his beer. "Of course, old Cas wouldn't smite Madison Square Garden just to prove a point. He is off the deep end of the deep end. And there's no slowing down."

"So, what?" Sam sighed. "Try to talk to him again?"

"Sam," Angela warned as she took a sip of her beer.

"All we can do is talk to the guy," Sam argued.

"He's not a guy. He's God." Angela stressed.

"And he's pissed," Dean added. "And when God gets righteous, you get the hell out of the way; haven't you read the Bible?"

"I guess…" Sam muttered.

"Cas is never coming back," Angela replied. "He's lied to us, he used us, and he broke the wall in your head like it was nothing, Sam!"

"No more talking; we have spent enough time on him." Dean agreed.

"Okay." Sam conceded.

"Can one of you hand me that socket wrench?" Dean asked.

~/~\~

Sam was currently in Bobby's kitchen ready a book. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and was startled by a strange noise. He looked behind himself and the ceiling panel began to crack. A long chain fell down through the hole and wrapped itself around Sam's neck, dragging him to the ceiling. A laughing voice could be heard. Suddenly, Sam woke up in a sweat to realize he had been hallucinating.

"Dean…Angie…" Sam looked around. "Bobby?"

~/~\~

Dean, Angela, and Bobby were in the garage. Dean had the windows covered and was getting ready to paint the Impala.

"She's looking good…Considering." Bobby commented as he handed Dean and Angela two beers.

"Considering?" Dean raised a brow. "I should do this professionally."

Dean, Angela, and Bobby turned and opened their beers.

"So…" Bobby trailed off. "Seen Sam lately?"

"Yeah, why?" Angela asked as she took a sip of her beer.

Bobby hesitated to answer, and Angela frowned.

"What?" Angela pressed. "Well, spit it out."

Bobby sighed. "How is that kid even vertical? I mean, Cas broke his damn piñata."

"We know." Dean sighed as he turned back to the Impala.

"I mean, I get how he came to help us back at the lab." Bobby continued. "Adrenaline. Sure, but now?"

Dean began to tape the Impala's antenna. "Well…he says he's okay."

"How?" Bobby questioned.

"Don't know." Angela sighed. "I just pray to God it's true."

Bobby's face scrunched up. "We need to come up with a new saying for that."

Sam began to enter the garage but stopped when he overheard Dean, Angela, and Bobby's conversation.

"Seriously though, Bobby…" Angela sighed. "Look at our lives. How many more hits can we take? So, if Sam says he's good…good."

"And you both believe that?" Bobby asked.

Dean and Angela looked at each other for a moment.

"Yeah." Dean shrugged, hesitating for a moment. "No." he sighed. "You wanna know why? Because we never catch a break. So, why would we this time?"

"I just…I just want this one thing," Angela murmured. "You know? But, Dean and I aren't stupid. We're not gonna get our hopes up just to get screwed over again."

Sam emerged from eavesdropping and startled the three other hunters. "Hey."

"Hey." Bobby greeted. "How are you feeling, sport?"

"Can't complain." Sam shrugged, walking over to Angela. He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

"Great." Dean nodded. "What's the word?"

"Well, a publishing house literally exploded about an hour ago," Sam replied. "The guy has a body count that's really getting up there…We gotta do something."

"What we've got to do is hunt the son of a bitch," Bobby muttered. "Unfortunately, I lost my God guns."

"Well, I mean is there some kind of heavenly weapon?" Sam asked. "Maybe something out of that angel arsenal that Balthazar stole? There has to be something that can hurt him."

"He's God, Sam," Dean replied. "There's nothing, but there might be someone."

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, Dean, and Bobby were in the basement. Sam sat on a stool and Angela stood behind him, combing her fingers through his hair. Bobby lit a match and threw it into a bowl where it erupted into a huge flame. There was a devil's trap scrawled on the floor.

Crowley appeared inside the devil's trap with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "No." he muttered, looking around. "No! No! Come on!"

"Don't act so surprised," Bobby replied.

"My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you!" Crowley snapped.

"Well, you're lucky we're not stabbing you in your scuzzy face, you little piece of…" Dean started.

"Whoa, wait!" Sam interrupted. "What new boss?"

Crowley rolled his eyes. "Castiel, you giraffe."

"Cas is your boss?" Angela frowned.

"He's everybody's boss," Crowley replied. "What do you think he's going to do if he finds out we've been conspiring? You do want to conspire, don't you?"

"No." Bobby sassed. "We want you to just stand there and look pretty."

"Listening," Crowley replied.

"We need a spell to bind Death," Dean interjected.

"Bind?" Crowley raised his eyebrows. "Enslave Death? You having a laugh?"

"Lucifer did it." Dean shrugged.

"That's Lucifer!"

"A spell's a spell." Angela shrugged.

"You really believe you can handle that kind of horsepower?" Crowley scoffed. "You're delusional!"

"Death is the only player on the board left that has the kind of juice to take Cas," Dean argued.

"They'll both mash us like peas," Crowley replied. "Why should I help with a suicide mission?"

"Look!" Bobby snapped. "Do you really want Cas running the universe?"

Crowley just looked down and poured himself another drink, giving them their answer.

A/N: Here it is, the first chapter of Warped Reality! I hope you guys enjoyed it. Soul Searching really focused on the sibling relationship between Dean and Angela, Warped Reality will really focus on Sam and Angie. Don't forget to leave a review, feedback is so, so important to me! :) Love y'all.

~Emily