I don't own Supernatural, nor its characters. English is not my first language, so thank you for your patience. The action takes place between Mother's Little Helper and Metafiction (season 9). Thanks and enjoy!
"Agent Leiter?" a women's voice asked. Sam thought he heard it before.
"Yes?", he said, turning around. "Hey, you are… the waitress here, right?", he asked, recognizing her features, and her red hair. But most of all, he recognized her arm in a sling, because it was him the one who subsued Billy, the boy who attacked her with a dinner knife. He rememberd jumping over the counter to assist her. They were at the same dinner after all.
"Yeah, I am", she said. "This is my husband, Phil", she added, as a bald man beside her, with a big ol' beer belly, extended a hand that Sam shook.
"I thought I wouldn't have the chance to thank you", she continued. "You left the other night, before the ambulance came by".
"Yeah, I'm sorry", said Sam, clearing his throat softly. "I needed to contact the local P.D. immediatly".
In fact, as a fake FBI agent, he couldn't make an arrest, nor give official statements. And now, he could barely keep the conversation with this nice and grateful couple. They tried to invite him dinner, but he politely refused, partly because he wasn't used to get thanked, and partly because while they were chatting, a tall, white woman in black entered the restaurant. He couldn't see her face, but there was something familiar about her. She was carrying a bagpack, and as soon as she sat at a table where there was another woman, she said "I got you a case, two towns over".
"Hunters", thought Sam, trying to follow their conversation without seeming impolite with the couple. When they finally left, he picked a table near the two women.
He wasn't wearing the FBI suit, he wasn't going through a hunter's leather journal, but actually reading a novel. And he ordered a salad. Conclusion: he wasn't a hunter. Hunters used to get all territorial about their cases, he didn't want to intervene in what those women were up to, but they seemed so young. He better kept an eye on them.
"Exactly like here: people doing all kind of crazy, all of a sudden", said the women in black. "No one's died, but there are many injured".
Of course he should keep an eye on them, cause they were about to step in a demonic factory, most probably without a weapon that could kill demons, and without knowing what to do with soulless people.
"What do you think?", asked her partner, a young black girl, dressed in as much plaid as a hunter would use. "Demonic possession?"
"That's your job to find out", said the other.
The older one was always with her back towards Sam, he couldn't see her face, but he thought he could recognize her voice, or something about her.
"What? You're not coming?", asked the girl, raising an eyebrow.
"I have a very large vampire nest in Athens to swipe. Many people have died."
"Where?", chuckled the girl. "Athens, Georgia?"
"Nicole, please…"
There was a brief silence, and then the woman in black said something Sam couldn't hear. Suddenly, they paid and left the dinner quietly. The white woman was considerably taller than her partner. Her long straight brown hair covered her face, almost as if it was on purpose.
Sam waited exactly ten seconds before following them, completely determined to warn them about the demonic factory, and to offer assistance. As soon as he crossed the doorway, he realized they were nowhere to be found. They couldn't just vanish like that, unless they were… not human.
Demons. There wasn't sulfur anywhere, nor the EMF meter found anything out of the ordinary. Best guess: angels. With all of them walking the Earth now, maybe some of them adapted to their new status by becoming hunters and doing something good for a change. Maybe one of them knew something about Metatron… or about Gadreel.
He couldn't avoid a shiver running through his back, exactly as he couldn't stop the nausea and the memories, the only thought of Gadreel's name triggered. For a brief moment, he looked at the hand that killed Kevin. Even knowing that he didn't do it, he couldn't erase the image, not yet. He clenched his hand into a fist, before extracting his phone. He hesitated for a little moment, and he called Dean.
Angels, demons, and a bunch of soulless people: he needed backup. The hell, almost any hunt needed backup, he knew that. Even when there were days lately, in which he couldn't even stand the sight of Dean, he hunted with him, just because of that. He tried not to think about it, as the telephone rang and rang. Dean didn't answer.
After a short research, he knew where the huntresses/angels were going, and after a third unanswered call for Dean, he decided to go. It was in the same route he had to take to go home, anyway.
All the soulless people parked their cars next to a black pickup truck, before going crazy and attacking their families or neighbors, and shout to the four winds how free they felt. The black pickup was registered to some August Tolliver, a strong forty five year old, who certainly made a better meat suit than an old nun. His farm was outside town, at the end of a private road, though it was in better conditions than the one in which Sam was held prisoner, like nine years ago. Tolliver might have been a loner, but he wasn't crazy, as that family was. And he wasn't alone anymore: now he had an undesired passenger too, one that Sam knew he couldn't spare. No minion of Abaddon should escape.
He arrived to the farm at twilight. His flashlight lit up the footprints of a woman of Nicole's size and weight, but they were alone. The only car around was the black pickup, and now that he thought about it, for all he knew, angels lost their wings after the fall. They couldn't teleport anymore. There was something he was missing, about the whole situation, but surely the only way to find out, was entering the house. He sneaked towards the back door. When he lit it up to pick the lock, he saw the marks of a previous pick with an unprofessional tool. Nicole.
"Nicole", he said out loud, when he heard a female scream, and rumbling.
There wasn't time, he kicked the door open, and followed the noises to the basement.
"Exorcizamus te…", articulated Nicole's voice, all restrained by the demon grasp on her throat. Her feet were no longer touching the ground, and it was just a matter of seconds before her neck snapped. Everything was turning darker, when she saw a giant white guy, jumping over the corpse of an old woman that was at the end of the stairs ―the same old woman who appeared in several portraits with Tolliver, probably hi mother and first victim―, and runned towards the possessed, knife in hand. With a tear, Nicole closed her eyes, knowing she was doomed. No knife could hurt a demon, only her partner's, but she wasn't there. She thought of her with all her forces, before what she believed was her last second of life.
But it wasn't. The demon let go of her, and tried to react, but it was too late: he was stabbed. An orange light appeared in Tolliver's face, before falling.
"You okay?", Sam asked to the girl sitting on the floor, coughing her soul up. Definitely, she wasn't an angel. She had a silver pendant of a deer crowned by a half moon.
"Yeah, I am", she whispered.
"Enough of playing death", said a third voice in the basement.
When Sam turned around, he saw Tolliver's mother raising her face, with black eyes. The demon smoked out, but instead of just escaping through an air vent or something, it searched for another vessel, right there. Sam immeadiatly remembered his non existent tattoo, but the demon went past him and choose Nicole.
"I like this one, she has her boobs in the right place", said a black-eyed Nicole, standing up.
Sam kept up his guard, evaluating what to do. Nun-demon busted the cellphone that had the exorcism recording, and he didn't want to hurt Nicole. She was so young and beautiful.
"Exorxizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus…", he started.
"Oh, come on!" shouted the demon, throwing Sam against the wall. "Always the same exorcism. You know we were on this world before latin was created, right? Why not a japanese exorcism? Or a mayan one?"
"Nicole, you need to fight this, give me a chance to help you", said Sam, with great difficulty.
"Nicole can't hear you", chanted the demon, getting closer.
"She's a hunter, of course she can."
"No!" snapped the demon in a gruff voice, increasing the force of its grip on Sam.
"Yes, but I don't know for how long", said Nicole's more high-pitched voice, letting her fellow hunter go.
Sam used the best he could the time Nicole was buying, by fighting the demon internally. He spilled holy water, and he was able to say almost the entire exorcism.
"My Goddess!" cried Nicole, clenching her pendant, before losing control and throwing Sam through the floor. He stopped at the cupboard where the jars with the souls were. He stood up, and the first thing he did was turn it over. The jars broke, and the souls escaped, provoking the demon's wrath.
Sam found himself restrained against the wall again.
"First", the demon said, getting closer to him, and extracting Nicole's knife from her thigh holster, "no more Nicole".
"No!", Sam screamed, but it was too late, the demon stabbed itself.
"Second, you destroyed my soul collection, so I'll have to start a new one, with yours".
"Stop", said a woman's calmed voice.
"What?!", snapped the demon with a weary gesture.
"Get out of her, or I'll force you".
Sam looked at the new challenger. It was Nicole's partner, and of course Sam knew her.
"You think that stupid arrow would do anything to me, lady?", said the demon. "Hunters get too many concussions in their lives".
"I am no ordinary hunter. I am the goddess of hunters", said Artemis, pointing her bow.