I Think I'm Gonna Like it Here Part 1

A/N: Hey, guys! Welcome to Fallen, the eighth installment of the Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC, a hunter named Angela Morgan. This will be a revision of season 9, and the story will follow the perspective of Sam, Dean, and Angela, therefore some parts will be missing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters in any shape or form. I just own Angela and Gracie :) Enjoy!

Dean sped down the dark road, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"This makes no sense." Sam sighed. "I mean, how many angels fell—hundreds, thousands? And nobody sees anything? This is… look at this. They're calling it a meteor shower. Seriously?"

Sam frowned when Dean and Angela didn't respond. They were just sitting there silently as Dean drove.

"What's going on, guys? You okay?" Sam asked concern lacing his voice.

"Us?" Angela raised her brows. "Yeah. We're fine. It's just—

"It's just we got a major freakin' crap fest on our hands." Sam nodded. "Yeah, tell me about it. Thousands of superpowered dicks touching down, and we got no idea where to start."

"Angels aren't our problem right now, okay?" Dean snapped. "Or demons, or Metatron, or whatever the hell happened to Cas!"

Sam's brows furrowed. "Why? Because we hugged it out in that church and—and now we're gonna go to Disneyland? You said it yourself, we're not gonna sleep till this is done."

"I know." Dean sighed heavily.

"So, what's the problem?" Sam asked, confused.

"You." Angela looked up at her husband. "Look, honey, there's no easy way to say this, okay? But something happened back there in the church. And we don't know what. We don't know why. You're dying, Sammy."

Sam scoffed lightly, not believing her. "Shut up."

~/~\~

Randolph, New York

Sam lied on a hospital bed with his eyes closed. There was a tube in his nose and his arm was strapped to a beeping monitor. Dean and Angela sat at his bedside, both of them looking extremely worried. Angela had Grace in her lap. Dean turned his head to look at the little TV that was in the room. The news headline read 'Global Meteor Shower.'

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were looking at Sam's medical scans as the doctor spoke.

"The MRI shows massive internal burns affecting many of the major organs. Oxygen to the brain has been severely deprived." The doctor explained. "The coma is the result of the body doing everything in its limited power to protect itself from further harm."

Dean turned and stared at his brother sadly. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

The doctor pursed his lips. "If he continues on this trajectory, the machines might keep him alive, but—

"He'll be dead," Angela whispered, tears in her eyes.

"Technically, yes. I'm afraid so." The doctor nodded.

"So, there's—there's no recovery?" Dean asked. "I mean, there's no bounce-back. There's no nothing."

"I'm afraid that's in God's hands now." The doctor replied gently.

Something in Angela snapped when the doctor said that. She clenched her jaw in anger. "You're a doctor. You're a medical professional." She scoffed. "You're trying to tell us that my husband's life is in God's hands?! What, is that supposed to be a—a comfort?"

The doctor was slightly stunned at her outburst. "Mrs. Dougherty—

"Get out," Angela demanded.

"I didn't mean—

"Get out!" she yelled more forcefully.

The doctor sighed heavily and nodded, understanding that she was upset. Dean rested a comforting hand on Angela's shoulder as the doctor left the room.

"Kid…" Dean sighed.

"I'm sorry," Angela replied as she adjusted Grace in her arms. "I shouldn't have—

"It's okay." Dean cut her off. "I was gonna grab us some grub. Are you gonna be okay?"

Angela nodded and wiped away her tears with her free hand. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine."

Dean pressed a kiss to her forehead before he walked out of the room and into a corridor. He looked up and noticed a sign pointing to the hospital chapel.

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Dean sat in one of the chapel pews, hands clasped together. "Cas, are you there? Sammy's hurt. He's hurt, uh—he's hurt pretty bad. And, um… I know you think that I'm pissed at you, okay? But I don't care that the angels fell. So, whatever you did or didn't do, it doesn't matter, okay? We'll work it out. Please, man, I need you here. Angie needs you here."

Dean sighed heavily and looked around, waiting for some sort of response. He clenched his jaw and shifted in his seat when he got nothing.

"Screw it." He muttered. "Okay, listen up. This one goes out to any angel with their ears on. This is Dean Winchester… And I need your help. The deal is this—Linwood Memorial Hospital… Randolph, New York. The first one who can help me gets my help in return… and you know that ain't nothin'. Hell, it's no secret that we haven't always seen eye-to-eye. But you know that I am good for my word. And, uh, I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't needing, so…"

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Angela sat at Sam's bedside, tears in her eyes. Grace was in her lap babbling up a storm.

"Sammy you gotta stay alive." Angela pleaded, her voice shaking with emotion. "Please, baby. We need you to stay alive, I need you to stay alive." She begged.

Angela knew she wasn't going to get a response from Sam, but she desperately hoped that he would miraculously wake up… A few tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her husband.

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"Look, just because you're dying doesn't mean you're dead—not yet, okay?" Dean said. "We've jimmied ourselves out of worse. We're gonna fight this. I got the plan. You just got to hang on. You hear me?"

"Absolutely," Sam replied, not really believing his brother.

"You think we're lying?" Angela raised her brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." Sam chuckled.

"You understand that we're not really in this car." Angela pointed out. "We are in your head, and you're in a coma and are dying."

"How do you know that?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Because we're you and you're you. All of this is you. We're in your head!" Dean exclaimed.

"You're serious." Sam realized. "The whole reason I stopped doing the trials was not to die."

"And the next time we see Naomi or Metatron or whoever is to blame for this, we will get some justice, but for right now, we got to fight this man," Dean explained.

"Okay." Sam nodded. "Alright, what's the plan?"

Dean paused for a moment. "I'm working on it."

"What does that mean?" Sam questioned. "I'm kind of dying here, apparently."

"It means I'm working on it, alright?" Dean assured.

"The thing is, if I am dying—and I believe you guys. I do. But if you're you but you're really me and you're the part of me that wants to fight to live…"

"Yes," Dean replied. "I mean, I have no idea what you just said, but continue."

"But if you don't have any idea how I'm supposed to fight, then am I supposed to be fighting at all?" Sam asked.

Angela frowned deeply. "Are you serious?"

"Hell, yes, he's serious," Bobby said suddenly from the back seat. "And if you ask me, I think the kid's got a good point."

"Sam wants to die, and you think he's got a point?!" Angela exclaimed.

"Okay, I don't want to die." Sam cut in. "I asked if maybe I was supposed to—

"Shut it, Sam." Dean interrupted before glancing at Bobby. "You—go. Oh, and, uh, before you throw me and Angie under the bus, you're welcome for the Hell rescue."

"Hey, first of all, you two didn't rescue jack. Sam did." Bobby reminded. "Second of all, Sam, you're in a coma. Now, suck as that may, sometimes that's just the way things go."

"What are you talking about?" Dean scoffed. "There's always a way. You taught us that!"

"Oh, you mean like the way one of you idjits does some 'ass-backward' crazy thing to beat death, like sell your soul?" Bobby raised a brow.

"Exactly like selling my soul!" Dean snapped.

"Yeah, like that worked so well the last time." Bobby retorted sarcastically.

"Oh!" Dean waved his hand dismissively.

"Enough!" Sam snapped. "All of you! I can't hear myself think!"

Angela's brows furrowed. "Well, you're not actually buying this, are you?"

"Excuse me. Are you dead?" Bobby asked. "Because I am, and maybe I'm here because I'm the part of Sam that actually knows what the hell he's talking about."

"Well, Angie and I are in the front seat because Sam put us here because he wants to fight," Dean argued. "Right?"

Suddenly, Bobby appeared in the front seat, making it a tight squeeze. "Well… that just got really uncomfortable. See ya."

Bobby put a hand on Sam's shoulder and the two disappeared.

"Sam, don't you dare—

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Suddenly, Sam and Bobby were standing in a forest.

"Yip, yip, yip. Am I right?" Bobby asked.

"Honestly, Bobby, I—I don't know what's right," Sam admitted.

Bobby put an arm around Sam's shoulder. "Let's walk."

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Kim walked into Sam's room, and both Dean and Angela stood up.

"Hi." Dean greeted. "I'm just gonna break the ice. Are you an angel?"

"Sometimes I wish I were. My name is Kim Schortz." She introduced. "And I'm a grief counselor here at the hospital."

"Right. Yeah." Dean nodded. "Uh… sorry. I'm just tired. Well, all due respect, but, uh, we're not grieving—not yet at least, so—

"I'm afraid, as hard as this may be, this might be a good time to talk… about the inevitable." Kim interrupted gently.

Angela adjusted Grace in her arms. "Look, I'm sure you're a nice person and that you mean well, but 'inevitable'—that's a fighting word where we come from. There's always a way."

Kim pursed her lips. "And I am a prayerful woman who believes in miracles as much as the next, but I also know how to read an EEG. And unless you two are telling me you have a direct line to those angels that you were looking for—

"Yeah, no, I, uh… Guess we don't." Dean muttered. "But I might have something better. I got the King of Hell in my trunk." He added before leaving the room.

Kim looked at Angela, confusion evident on her face. "Uh, is—is that… a metaphor?"

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Dean walked over to the Impala and rapped on the trunk. "Crowley, listen up, you son of a bitch. One for yes, two for no. You alive?"

He waited for a response and rolled his eyes when there was only silence.

"Come on, don't be a pouter." Dean pressed.

Crowley, inside the trunk, knocked once.

"There we go." Dean nodded.

Suddenly, a man in a suit grabbed Dean by the back of his neck and held an angel blade against his throat. "You prayed?"

"Yeah, for help," Dean replied.

"Yes. You'll be helping me." The man replied, forcing Dean down against the Impala's trunk. "If you lie to me, Dean Winchester, I will rip your throat out. Where is Castiel?"

"Who's asking?" Dean questioned.

"Try every angel who was ejected from their home." The man snarled.

"Oh. Oh, well, in that case, I have no clue." Dean replied.

The man slammed Dean against the Impala's trunk twice. He raised his angel blade, prepared to stab Dean, but another man caught his arm from behind.

"Easy there, brother." The taller man warned. "This young man has prayed for our assistance. Are we creatures of wrath or compassion? I would argue the latter."

The man in a suit furrowed his brows. "Forgive me, brother. I don't recognize you."

"Happy to make your re-acquaintance. After you disarm."

The man in the suit let go of Dean and help up his hands placatingly, then punched the taller man.

"Come, now. Is that any way to treat a brother injured in the fall?" the taller man asked.

The man in the suit lunged at the taller man, and they fought intensely. The angel blade fell to the ground and the man in the suit flung the taller man into a vehicle, breaking the window glass. Suddenly, Dean stabbed the suited man with the fallen angel blade.

"Who are you?" Dean asked the taller man.

"Never mind me. You're Dean Winchester. I heard your prayer, and I am here to help." The man replied before passing out.

"Okay." Dean pursed his lips.

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The tall man woke on the ground in a circle of holy fire. Dean walked around outside the flames.

"You want to help? Start with a name." Dean demanded.

"Ezekiel." The man replied.

"Alright, Ezekiel." Dean nodded. "How do I know you're not hunting me and Angie or Castiel like the other angels?"

"Oh, I'm sure there are many angels who are. Many more are on their way here, most likely."

"How do you know that?" Dean narrowed his eyes.

"You put out an open prayer like that…" Ezekiel trailed off.

"I must really be desperate." Dean finished.

Ezekiel got to his feet. "Believe it or not, some of us still do believe in our mission. And that means we believe in Castiel… and you and Angela."

"You said you were hurt during the fall," Dean recalled.

"I was. Entangling with my brother back there did me no favors. But what strength I have left, I offer to you."

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Sam and Bobby walked through the forest, hands in their jacket pockets.

"I want to fight. I do." Sam sighed heavily. "But I just feel like…"

"Like you got nothing to swing at? Like you're punching at shadows?" Bobby raised his brows. "You got to let go of fightin' and scratchin' and lookin' for loopholes, 'cause that ain't happenin'."

"So—so, what? I—I—I just die?" Sam asked. "I leave Gracie to grow up without a father?"

"Just die? All the good you've done, all the people you've saved, all the sacrifices you've made? You've saved the world, son." Bobby reminded. "And you know that Angie will make sure that little girl knows who you are. She'll know that her dad left the world better than how he found it. What you call dyin' I call leavin' a legacy."

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Dean and Ezekiel walked into Sam's room, causing Angela to look over at them. Her brows furrowed in confusion when her eyes landed on the angel.

"Dean, who's this?" she asked.

"Ezekiel." He replied. "He's gonna help Sam."

Ezekiel gently put a hand on Sam's chest.

"You're still able to cure things after the fall?" Angela asked skeptically.

"Yes, I should be, but… he's so weak." Ezekiel muttered.

Suddenly, Dean's phone started to ring. He fished his phone from his pocket and answered it. "Who is this?"

"Dean." Castiel's voice rang through.

Dean's eyes widened and he sent Angela a look before walking out of Sam's room. "Cas, what the hell's going on?"

"Metatron tricked me. It wasn't angel trials. It was a spell." Castiel explained. "I wanted you to know that."

"Okay. That's great, but we've got ourselves a problem." Dean replied.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asked concernedly.

"Sam. He's, um—they say he's dying."

"What happened?"

"I don't know." Dean sighed. "I mean, first he was okay, and then he wasn't. And I—have you heard my prayers? I've been praying to you all night."

"Dean," Castiel started. "Metatron—he—he took my grace."

Dean's brows furrowed. "What?"

"Don't worry about me," Castiel replied. "What are you and Angela doing for Sam?"

"Uh, everything we can. There's actually another angel in there working on him right now."

"What other angel?" Castiel questioned.

"Uh, his name is Ezekiel. He's cool. I mean, I think he is."

"Ezekiel. Yes. He's a good soldier. He should be able to help until I get there."

Dean's eyes widened. "Wait, no, no, no. No, hey, that's not an option."

"It might be a few days, but—

"Hey, Cas, listen to me." Dean interrupted firmly. "There are angels out there, okay? And they—they're looking for you, and they're pissed."

"Not all of them, Dean," Castiel argued. "Some are just looking for direction. Some are just lost."

"What are you talking about?"

"I met one. I think I can help her, Dean."

Dean closed his eyes and sighed. "Dammit, Cas. Are you hearing yourself? There's a war on, and it's on you. There's thousands of them out th—You said you lost your grace, right? That means you're human. That means you bleed and you eat and you sleep and all the things you never had to worry about before."

"I'm fine, Dean," Castiel assured.

Suddenly, there was rumbling throughout the hospital.

"Whoa." Dean frowned.

"What's going on?"

"I think we got company," Dean replied. "Look, get your ass to the bunker alone. You hear me?"

"Dean."

"Go, Cas!"

"Dean!"

Dean hung up and rushed back into Sam's room. Angela held Grace, who had started crying.

"One of yours?" Dean asked Ezekiel.

"Trying to secure a vessel. We need to move."

"No, no. If we move him, he dies." Angela replied.

"If we stay, we could all die," Ezekiel argued.

Dean grabbed a nearby whiteboard marker and started drawing Enochian symbols on the walls.

A/N: Welcome to Fallen! I am so excited for this installment, and I really think you guys are going to enjoy it :) I have a lot planned for this installment ;) Don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback is so, so important. Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily