Chapter 2

The night was like any other night in terms of there were stars and a moon. The music of the night varied depending on where you were. Right now she could hear the crickets doing there song and the ripple of the water. It just happened to be a nice thing to have a motel nearby a pond but then again that was the warlock's MO.

Angela sighed as she overlooked the pond and listened to the sounds. She muttered something and watched as the water rose up and created a horse. She gave a slight smile as she said something else and the horse began to run in place. It was joined with another horse made of water and another until there was about a small herd running.

The job had come up and was a tough one. The warlock was well known for killing people but there seemed to be no connection until Sam figured it out. It took a lot of work on genealogy and name changes to figure out that he was going after family members and the interesting thing was that they were all druids except for a few that sort of left the fold.

Apparently it was part of some being pissed off because they didn't want to be badass with the magic. Also what was apparent was the fact that traditional mojo wasn't going to work especially when Sam and Dean tried to undo a hex and it didn't work. They ended up finding some really old items used in the hex. More research revealed use of the old magic.

It was Sam who suggested that they use the same thing against the warlock. Unfortunately it wasn't that simple. It seemed that it took a lot of energy to maintain some of the spells that could work and then there was the actual ability to cast them. They all tried a simple one, the one she was playing with now, and out of the three of them, she was the only one who could do it. Yet there was a major difference between a spell for fun and a spell for work.

She had spent most of the day holed up and practicing a few choice spells. Mostly they were of defensive nature and the one or two offensive ones were near disasters when she had to take off to meet the boys. So she went to work with what she had and it sort of worked out. At least she still had some people to play cleanup crew.

Angela knew that maybe she had played around a little too much with the warlock but she had to control herself. She felt angry when Sam and Dean got hurt and she was well aware how much emotion played into her powers. Lately she felt like she should be reckless about things. She had charged in headfirst and with little to no concern about her own physical wellbeing. She knew that she hadn't been good about keeping her word to Sam.

Angela sighed and watched as her herd of horses ran across the water. She then gave a slight smile and muttered another spell and the horses merged together and they formed a dragon. It was like the European versions of dragons but had a bit of a serpentine body to it. It floated above the water and looked like it was going to fly off.

"That's pretty good."

Angela didn't flinch but watched the dragon and made it fly. It couldn't spit fire but she could make it fly. She blinked slowly as it flew towards her like it was going to attack but came to a rest at the water's edge. "Just a parlor trick but like riding a horse. Once you learn, you never forget."

Sam watched her play with the water dragon. He had seen the initial spell that made the herd of horses on the water. It was risky out in the open but they were pretty well isolated with the choice of motel for the night. It didn't take a genius to guess that she was thinking about what happened earlier with the warlock. He had to admit that he had been startled to see her tattoo glow and the warlock was already dead but he figured it was just something that scared her as much as it did him or Dean and she was trying to be the brave one as she always was.

He watched her for a moment and then said, "I guess then that you have something else to add to your bag of tricks." He gave a sheepish smile.

Angela played with her water dragon a little more before letting it dissolve into the pond. "I guess but I hope not to use them. I have enough trouble with the stuff I'm born with." She slapped her hands together as if to dust them off and started walking.

Sam gave a slight sigh and followed. "Angie… about what happened… did you see something?"

Angela frowned but didn't look at Sam. She continued to walk around the pond until she found a log to sit on. "I… don't know. Could be something that caught my eye."

Sam looked at Angela trying not to be annoyed. Yet it seemed like she was trying to be annoying on purpose. "You know that wasn't nothing. There was nothing there to catch your interest." He paused to calm himself down. It would do no good shouting at her. "Angie, don't shut me out, please. I know things haven't been…"

Angela had sat on the log and watched the pond. She glanced over when Sam took a seat beside her on the log. She gave a slight smile and finished where he left off, "Things haven't been good and it's not because of what the siren made Dean say about me. It's about what it said to me."

"You know they are like demons. They lie," Sam pointed out.

"So do humans," Angela pointed out. She looked at Sam and caught his gaze. "Anything with a brain is capable of lying. It was more about things that had been left undone the last time we met. It has nothing to do with you or Dean."

"But it does when it affects the job," Sam replied softly. "Are you going back on your promise?"

"I guess I haven't been good on that end have I?" Angela looked at Sam with a slight smile. "I guess I am no better considering all my talk about my word being the currency I have. I guess I am fucked up like the rest huh?"

Sam looked at Angela with a wounded expression. She wasn't looking at him but that didn't matter. She wasn't like that. He never believed that. "No you're not. You're a good person, Angie."

"Kind of you to say, Sam… and I thank you for defending me the way you do even if it is undeserving." Angela picked up a chunk of bark that was peeling. Fingering it for a moment between her fingers, she then threw it into the pond. "But that's the way of it."

"You know that's not true. I mean it's not perfect but you've always been straight with us in everything… even when you feel you have to protect us." Sam didn't like the way how this conversation was going. The self-deprecation she did of herself actually hurt. He looked at her and waited until she turned towards him, "You're not a monster. Your genetics may say that but what you do… not like that."

Angela looked at Sam. He had a nasty cut on his forehead from where he hit the bookcase. He had always believed that she was not what she always thought herself to be after her stint in hell, a thing she hadn't been able to bring up yet. It actually was one of the more sticking points lately; the very thing she had been asking herself. "You really believe that don't you, Sam?"

"Always did since we met. You really weren't much of a badass even though you made it seem that way," Sam replied. "And since then you've mentioned that there are things you aren't proud of and there will be people out there who know you and they might… hate you. Sometimes… I just don't get why you have to feel you need to do that to yourself."

"Sometimes I wonder that myself." Angela gave a slight chuckle. "I think we all beat ourselves up harder than others. It's a thing we do." She smiled at Sam to reassure him and gently moved his mop aside to reveal the cut. She hadn't done the patch up job since she had to take care of what the warlock gave her. She touched it gently and examined it. "Looks like it won't scar. Nice job cleaning it."

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at her assessment. She always had a way of examining things to lighten the mood. Even when she was down, she managed to make others smile. It was a gift Sam thought. He had seen it and it's what cemented his belief of her. "Learned from the best."

Angela chuckled with Sam as she lowered her hand. She sighed a bit and then said, "I think I might have a job for us. I… saw it at the last job."

"I kind of figured that since you spaced out a little apart from the glowing tattoo thing," Sam replied. He looked at Angela and brushed a lock of hair that had gotten in her face and put it behind her ear. "So what did you see?"

"Standard scary village look," Angela replied, hoping she made a pretty good movie reference. She had a preference for the classic films and would more likely reference a Cagney film.

"Meaning full of supernatural, probably misty forest and a clearing and symbols on rocks," Sam countered, figuring out what she meant. "Am I right?"

"Right on." Angela made a slight motion with her hand to indicate Sam was right on with his guesswork. At least she made a good movie reference. "At least that reference was better since I have a tendency to use my Cagney films."

"Only with Dean," Sam replied, "I pay attention."

"Don't get too cocky Sam. No one likes an arrogant ass." Angela clasped her hands together like she was going to sit at a desk at a school. She shrugged her shoulders at the same time and grinned. "But you are right. It was a clearing in the woods with rocks complete with symbols that are really old. The thing that got me was a girl out there and she was being hunted by… something."

Sam listened and thought about it some. "You saw the girl but not the thing that was after her?"

"Visions are a funny thing. You know that." Angela looked at Sam as she said that. She still hoped that he would come clean about what he had been doing with Ruby. She just had to trust his judgment and she did. She understood his position very well especially with the demon blood in his veins.

Sam looked back and nodded. "Yeah. Thing is you usually have them so vivid."

"Yeah and sometimes it's like Dead Zone. I touch something and then whoosh." Angela nodded in agreement. She made a waving motion with her hands to emphasize what she was saying. "Other times I get it in a dream or I go completely nuts like the Morton House. Curse of being a healer since they are connected to the world in between that ghosts are a part of."

"I thought you held up pretty good at the Morton House."

Angela couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Not the point Sam."

"But you feel better don't you?"

Angela smiled and nodded. She did feel better. "You're getting pretty good with that Sam. Almost as good as me."

Sam chuckled with her. Seeing her smile like that made him happy that she was happy. "Yeah maybe."

Angela gave a slight cough to catch her breath. "As I said, I saw the girl. The thing is she was armed and going on a hunt. I think she was hunting this thing whatever it was. Unfortunately I have no idea of the location."

"So…"

"Maybe sleep on it? Maybe we might get lucky and something comes in my dreams." Angela turned to look at the pond. The moonlight glittered across the surface of the water as the gentle breeze rippled the surface. She watched the surface with rapt attention. "Ne'er such a more heavenly sight than the skirted rays of moonlight."

Sam listened to what she recited. "That's nice. Shakespeare?"

"Nope… but it was written by a good friend. She… had a way of describing things she saw in life." Angela continued to look out at the landscape as she explained. "She was actually describing the night that she met her love."

"Sounds romantic," Sam offered.

Angela made a humming sound and smiled. She remembered that time she first heard the line. It was part of a larger poem that had been written of the occasion. "I thought it was. The nice thing was that she is living her happily ever after."

"Really?"

"Yep and I got the invite via email," Angela finished with a slight chuckle. She looked at Sam and noted the expression on his face. "Did you think that I meant myself?"

Sam made a slight look of embarrassment. "Well… um… yeah. You are pretty good with the poetry and I know things aren't that great but…"

"I am happy," Angela finished with a reassuring nod. "I'm just not the happily ever after type. You know how that story goes for me." She looked at the water and then at Sam, "There are all kinds of happiness in the world Sam. Take it as it comes."

Sam didn't say anything about that. Maybe it had been presumptuous to assume that she was referring to herself. He should have known better than that but he still thought it might be. She deserved some in his opinion. His thoughts were interrupted when she said, "You know it's a nice night. You think Dean will be in the mood for the pie I have stashed away?"

Sam looked at her and couldn't help but laugh, "You know Dean."

The forest was just like that of the vision. The trees looked like dark, hooded figures that were abnormally tall and the mist curled around them like a long cloak. It was a typical setting for a lot of those scary movies. Angela had no trouble recognizing it from her impromptu vision at the last job. She held back the sigh since it was obvious this was a dream since the last thing she remembered was going to bed after a couple of hours of laughing and enjoying a slice of pie though Dean enjoyed the most of it while she had one slice and Sam just watched.

Looking at her person out of habit, she was relieved that she wasn't wearing anything that she would have protested against like the white dress Morpheus occasionally teased her with. She was wearing what she would usually wear on a hunt but her favorite chocolate brown jacket was not on. Well it was chocolate brown but it wasn't the short cut one she wore. It was actually like a long trench coat duster in the same color. She raised her brow at that.

"Looks pretty good on you Shifa'."

Angela turned to see Satet standing there, dressed in her business suit attire. It looked a little out of place in the scenery since it was forest scenery. Still it did add to the mystery of the whole thing since Satet, while a warrior, was one of those refined ones. Angela felt her appearance, raggedy, was justified in comparison. She replied, "I've had better."

Satet gave a smile, "Indeed and it has been shown even without trying. It's a gift Shifa' considering you have a natural beauty that women would more likely kill for. Certainly Sam has had something to say about that."

"Not lately," Angela replied shaking her head with a slight smile. "He's too busy coming up with ways to gank Lilith."

"And I'm sure you're just as busy and that is not true," Satet replied with a knowing look. Her expression changed slightly to show a worried look and for reasons that were her own. "At least as far as Sam is concerned."

"Don't try to butter me up," Angela replied with a slight smile. "You and I both know that Sam is on a road that could only end up in pain."

"And you are content with letting him learn that."

"And maybe it's because I have the slightest of hope that he won't become like others; that his good intentions will bear the fruit he wants." Angela gave a firm look as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Besides, you know I am providing backup so he doesn't have to do this and I hope he could see that." She looked away and at the clearing.

Satet looked at Angela and her demeanor. "Hope always was your biggest virtue. No matter how small, that and the love you give away… you even softened Ares' heart a little and we know what a bastard he could be."

Angela blinked slightly and slowly. She put her hands down and slowly walked around the clearing. "I know. I've had friends and enemies tell me that in some form or another. It's nothing new but it's like an endless campaign to convince me that I deserve the same things as everyone else. When will they learn?"

Satet shook her head but Angela wasn't looking. She was well aware of that story times over. She just didn't believe her grandmother in law's favorite's story on that. "At least you acknowledge your capabilities in one form or another." She looked at the scene, "I take it something is on your mind?"

Angela turned to look at Satet with a raised brow. She gave a slow smile, "You know I don't like reenacting my visions. So what's the deal?"

Satet took a couple of steps forward. She swung her arms causally by her side and looked around. She gave a slight smile, "You really do remember how we work little one. I am proud but yes there is something going on here."

Angela made a motion that was similar to what Sam would have done. She motioned with her hands, "Okay. Lay it out for me. I know that something is going on. It's a fugly right?"

"I find it interesting how you picked up on Dean's choice of vocabulary. It better suits you though your diction and language use is much more refined." Satet couldn't help but chuckle at that. She sobered though and continued, "As to your question I think what you saw is a job. Of course you know I can't tell you definitives."

"Right because you occupy a certain realm and the usual," Angela replied. "But there is one who could, maybe a few." She looked around to make sure she was still in a dream and not spacing out. That was enough for one day considering that it always seemed to annoy the boys when that happened. "Can you make a phone call?"

"Interesting turn of phrase but I'll buy it," Satet replied a bit perturbed but she was interested, "Yet you know that even us gods are wary to speak to the Seer."

"But you have before. Tell me, do I need to appeal to the seven?"

"There's no need."

Satet and Angela looked up to see a third person that entered the area. Satet gave a bow of reverence while Angela just stood straight and looked at him. It was a stark contrast but the newest visitor didn't mind. Satet kept her head bowed and said, "It is a surprise but an honor, Seer."

"Hmm and I wonder if you knew I would ask for you or you just decided to show up because… whatever," Angela added with her usual flare that had Satet looking at her like she was crazy.

Brendan looked at Angela with a slight smile and gave a reassuring wave towards Satet. "You always did pique my interest… ever since the day I met you while I was on my own search."

Angela gave a slight smile and almost behaved like a blushing schoolgirl. She remembered that day very well. It had been interesting to say the least. She replied, "Well people always say I know how to draw attention and by not even trying."

Brendan gave a slight smile and chuckled, "And you and I both know that there are a couple of us out there that has something to say about it when someone tries to get cute." He looked at Angela in the eye with a brow raised. I know that you have one who does it and boy is it entertaining but it's cute.

Sam is just a silly watchdog, Angela returned with the same look. We watch each other's back. Out loud she said, "So I assume you know about this?" She motioned towards the scene.

Satet looked at Brendan and he looked at Angela. It had been nearly almost two years since he actually spoke to her but he had his sources about what she was doing. He frankly was impressed by the whole thing. He knew that she was special and not just like how everything that existed spoke of. It was different and he could understand his source's position and they had once come to blows over her but there was no need to go into that. She was here for a reason and it had nothing to do about the larger picture. He replied, "You would be right on... and don't get started on the prime directive Satet. I know that better than anyone."

Satet gave a slight sigh. She had no idea what that reference meant but she was going to follow the Seer's lead. He was one who should be shown the highest respect considering his lineage. She made a slight shrug of her shoulder, "I don't understand that reference but… he is right Shifa'."

Angela gave a knowing nod. "Alright so the whole thing with the girl… is she in trouble?"

"That depends on what you define as trouble now, would it?" Brendan kept his brow raised but a slight smirk came on his face. He leaned forward in a knowing way as he replied just to make the situation a bit interesting.

Angela raised her brow to ask silently if Brendan wanted to play that game. "Probably since she was hunting something that looked ready to kill her," she replied. "Seriously, what am I looking at with this? I mean the area alone has me wondering with all the symbols on the rocks." She pointed at the rocks since the scene hadn't shifted."

"Do you always think it is about the next victim, the next case, Shifa'?"

Angela looked at Satet, "It's always about the next job. It is the job; saving people and hunting the very things that kill them… that's the job."

"Not always," Brendan said. He had his hands behind his back and was inspecting the symbols on one of the rocks. "Sometimes it's about stepping away."

Angela looked at Satet and Brendan. She noticed that they were sharing a look with each other. Something was up and she was suspicious but she was used to this kind of thing from Satet. "You can't just step away though. At least not someone like me."

"Shifa' you have been doing this job since you were a girl and you are very good at it but lately…" Satet paused, not sure of what to say about it.

"This is an intervention then," Angela said. She wasn't sure of whether to be pissed or not. "Send a vision my way and I head out to wherever this place is and just sit back and watch?"

"We know you wouldn't do that," Brendan replied. He turned to study Angela a bit. "This is about you though; about you and what you deem to be the most important thing in your life. Something that probably should have been done a long time ago but not everyone is the same." At the look on Angela's face he added, "The time is for you to search for your wyakin."

A/N: Sam and Angie have a talk about what is going on and looks like our old friend the Seer comes in. Seems like he knows more about what is going on than most as always. Keep watching for more A Hunter's Vision...