I actually respect the competitive food eaters and I mean no disrespect when I have to insult them because my OC character is crude. Not based on anything from the actual hot dog contest since I don't know anything about it.

Do not own Supernatural (I wish I could)

May or may not continue.

New York City, at a table on one of the side streets...

She sighed as she drank her Diet Coke. "Where is Grandpa?" She vacantly stared at the seat in front of her.

She kept staring until someone appeared in it.

She didn't flinch and just looked at the person. "Castiel, what are you doing here?"

Castiel blushed slightly, in embarrasment. "I..I wanted to help you find Death. I can leave if you want."

"It's okay." She smiled at him. "I could use the company. So how've you been?"

"I died then was resurrectted by God. Other than that tired and good." Castiel said.

"Why did you die?"

"Helping out the Winchesters." Castiel stated.

"Ah." Angela then crossed her legs and leaned towards him. Castiel blushed and turned to face the hot dog contest. "Do you even like hot dog contests?"

"I don't really understand them. Why would a human stuff hordes of processed meat and bread into one's mouth as a career?" Castiel asked, in confusion.

"Well you really wanna know?" Castiel nodded. "Okay then."

Angela touched her charm braclet with 7 charms and tugged 3 of them. 2 men and 1 woman showed up.

"You called, Angela?" The average looking one said, with how he talked he respected her and stood as the leader of the 3.

"Envy. Do not pay attention to him and answer me this. How many people here are affected by you three at this moment and where is the most concentrated?" Angela looked at them. They all smiled, proud of their work.

"I am everywhere. Guys of other guys for having more money, girls, and especially at the eater's table. Who can eat more? Oh the comedy." Envy replied.

The fat one said. "All the people are drinking and indulging in all their desires. The most is at the eating table of the competitive ones. They are going to eat so much, they might puke or even better die!" Gluttony squealed.

"So many people are pissed at others and themselves. 'Why can't I eat more?' well, that's what the fatsos think anyway. You should see how many people cheat on their lovers or spouses when drunk. Oh the euphoria of their anger makes me drunk." Wrath said.

She turned to Castiel. "See? I no that's it we give them a little push just enough to make them crazy enough to do it. I don't want to kill 'em.. yet" She gave a big smile. She thanked the group and kind of wooshed back into her bracelet. "Also I didn't let Pride out since he gets very cocky and then he'll gloat on for hours."

"It is very good thing you control them. Except the time they escaped and all." Castiel kind of murmured the end.

Angela immediately turned serious. She crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. "That was an accident." she said rather harshly emphasizing the last word in particular.

"I'm sorry. I'm not blaming you, it's just.." Castiel grimaced and looked guilty.

Angela sighed and leaned back in. "I know, innocent, sort of, people died and they hurt the Winchesters, correct? Well I guess, let me explain myself. I was Lucy visiting him and all. Next thing I knew the ground shook, some strange mini-vortex appeared and sucked a lot of things out of Hell including this bracelet. Also when I started looking for them, I couldn't enter that town."

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked.

"As in I couldn't physically go in, something didn't allow me to go in. I was worried about what would happen so I got a hold of one of the townsfolk and kind of brainwashed him to write his story of the people dying from Sloth to make it more attractive to hunters. I didn't know that the Winchesters will take the bait." Angela looked really sorry to Castiel. Castiel then felt even guiltier towards her.

"It's fine. It's balanced right? The Winchesters kind of killed them anyway and they're sort of alive still." Castiel tried consoling her.

"Really?" She looked at him and smiled again. "So how's Heaven?"

Castiel's face turned really complicated. He couldn't decide what to say. "Well, your.. well, He..uhh"

"He's missing, isn't he?" All Castiel could do was nod.

"That idiot! He always does this. He thinks he can do what he wants and everything will be alright. Even if he's God, it does not give him the right!" She yelled in anger but was slowly droned out by the cheering for the start of the eating contest for professionals. Off to the side, the amateurs were barfing their guts out in trash cans.

She turned to watch the competition. "You should watch it too. Nothing is more entertaining than mortals eating like pigs." She chuckled.

"And we can also find Death." Castiel added as he picked up his chair and sat next to Angela.

"Yeah I guess." Angela said, glassy eyed. "Oh my Devil, look Castiel that guy just started stuffing hot dogs into his mouth without breathing!" She pointed. "That's just like Shaggy and Scooby!"

"Who are they?" Castiel asked, confused by the reference.

She turned to him, with wide eyes staring out in shock. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? Shaggy and Scooby are the most popular cartoon ever! They've been around forever, not literally but metaphorically. They are part of a team of teenage detectives that solve crimes with monsters in it. Oh my DEVIL! You should know this!" She sighed. "Get Dean Winchester to give you a run-down of cartoons and TV and movies, so at least you could understand the references. Even Lucy knows, granted with nothing to do he just watches TV or tortures whatever soul he can get his hands on. Plotting to take over the world also helps too." Angela started calming down. "Sorry, that''s one of the reasons of me and Lucy's fight. Well more me than him." Angela looked distressed.

"You fought because of Shaggy and Scooby?" Castiel asked innocently.

Angela stared at Castiel and chuckled. "You have always made me laugh. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I stayed in Heaven?"

"Then you would probably be shunned by Michael and play pranks with Gabriel and I get to see you more." Castiel theorized.

Angela gave a comfortable smile. She pecked him on the cheek, which caused him to blush. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"You are definitely my best friend and the only angel that I do count as Brother." She said quietly. He stayed silent and just put his arm around her.

They watched the eating contest as if it was a play or a movie. They kept watching until one of the contestants started choking. People started gasping and the people on the stage were panicking.

"Shouldn't we do something?" Castiel asked Angela.

Angela took her head off of his shoulder. "Nah, see the guy slapping the choking guy on the back?"

"Yes."

"He's actually trying to kill him faster and making sure no one else tries to save him. You see his choking is actually going through an allergic reaction because he pissed off the wrong guy by hitting on his wife." Angela explained. "Also he's on the death list. They usually have a brief description on of how they die. Easier to get the souls to the destination."

"Oh, I understand." Castiel watched the scene and saw an old man off to the side eating a hot dog watching the scene. "Isn't that Death?"

Angela looked and she smiled. She stood up. "It was very nice seeing you. Visit me anytime when you're not busy okay?" She gave him another peck on the cheek, and then ran off to Death. They greeted one another and she hugged him. They then disappeared with one another.

Castiel just watched the whole thing. "Anytime. I wonder what would happen if she stayed in heaven?"

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