"So Ange, how is it that you know Dean Winchester?" Brennan asked.

Angela wasn't sure how to answer that question without Brennan thinking her nuts. She settled for the truth. Well, part of it at least.

"He's my cousin."

"According to Dean's file the only living family he has is his brother."

"No one is supposed to know. I left that life behind years ago." Angela replied, already thinking that maybe she shouldn't have told Brennan about her connection to one of the most wanted men in the past decade.

"What life? The crazy sociopathic serial killer life?" Brennan demanded.

"No Bren, The Life. You wouldn't understand. You'd think I'm crazy." She definitely regretted letting it slip now.

"You know that I will have to inform Booth of this, right Angela?" Dr. Brennan informed her, tightening her grip on the steering wheel.

When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Angela hesitantly stepped out of the vehicle.

"Can you do me a favour Bren, and not tell Booth until after I see that Dean is ok?"

"You have one hour and then I tell him, ok Angela?"

"Thank you," Angela breathed, the relief in her voice evident. Even to the socially impaired Dr. Brennan.

As they walked into the building, Angela could feel the tension in the air. It was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Hey Bones," Booth greeted, walking towards the pair. He looked even more stressed than usual.

"Hello Booth. I hope you don't mind that I brought Angela along. There was nothing else that she could do back at the lab and she had nothing else to do."

"That's fine Bones. I'm just about to go and interview Winchester if you'd like to watch."

"That's what we're here for," she replied, shooting a nervous look towards Angela.

Dean looked tired. And worried. The tired Angela expected. It came with being a hunter. But worry was not something Dean ever expressed, even when it came to Sam. Which was what tipped Angela off that something drastic had happened since the last time Angela had spoken to the sandy haired hunter. She knew a lot had changed in the past 15 years since she had left the job.

"So, Dean," Booth began, "back from the dead again I see."

"I'll answer any questions you have, just let me see Cas," Dean replied. He sounded broken. Like a shell of the man Angela had known 15 years ago. Also, who is Cas? A girlfriend? A daughter?

"Is Cas the man you were brought in with?" Booth questioned.

"Yes, just please, please, please let me see him. Let me know that he's okay," Dean begged. Dean never begged. Ever. Also, Cas was a man? Angela didn't know what to think. This man was so unlike the Dean Winchester she had known, she had to wonder what exactly had happened to him.

"I'm sorry Dean, but that's going to be a bit of a problem."

Dean jumped up the best he could while still cuffed to the table. He had a murderous glint his eye that Angela had only seen when something tried to hurt Sam. And this glare was at least a hundred times more scary than that. "I swear to God," Dean chuckled darkly at that, "if you laid one hand on him I will kill you and everyone you love!"

Angela felt Brennan tense up beside her. She turned to face the terrified doctor.

"Nothing is going to happen to you, Booth, or Christine. Dean's not like that," Angela stated trying to comfort her.

"Have you seen his file? He's a murderer Angela, of course he's like that," Dr. Brennan stated sadly.

"Whatever his file says the Dean Winchester I knew didn't go around killing innocent people," Angela shot back. She had to defend Dean. She's the only one that would. Well, the only one that isn't a felon, that is.

Dr. Brennan opened her mouth to say something, only to be cut off my yelling from the interrogation room.

"If you don't let me see Cas this instant, as soon as I get out of custody, I will level the place." Dean yelled. His rage fuelled by the fact that Booth just sat there calmly as if being threatened by unstable criminals was something that happened on a daily basis. Well, Angela conceded, it practically did.

Angela made a split second decision and knocked on the window to the interrogation room, catching Booth's - and Dean's - attention.

"Stay there and don't move," Booth ordered standing up and walking towards the door.

"Does it look like I have a choice Agent Booth," Dean shot back, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

At least that much hasn't changed, Angela thought grimly.

Booth just growled and stalked out of the room.

"This had better be good Bones," Booth stated. "I'm really starting to get fed up with this guy."

Angela stepped forward. "It was actually me that wanted to talk to you," she cut in.

"Well, what did you want," he muttered irritably, "I have a suspect to question."

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I think you should let him see Cas. It's the only way that you're going to get anything out of him. That's the way Dean works. You give him what he wants or you don't get anything."

Booth looked alarmed. So did Brennan.

"How do you know so much about Dean Winchester?" Booth questioned.

"He's family," Angela replied, noticing the look of shock that passed over Booth's face at the revelation.

"That is not happening," Booth said, pulling out of his shocked silence. "I am not giving them a chance to come up with an escape plan."

"Well let me talk to him, maybe I can get him to be reasonable."

"Fine Angela. You have 10 minutes. If there's no progress you're out of there."

"Deal."

Angela walked into the interrogation room, nervous about seeing Dean for the first time since she left. She had no idea how he would react to seeing her after all these years. Or if he even remembered the girl who had hated hunting even more than Sam.

"Hello Dean."

"You're not Cas," he stated, not looking up from the table.

"I'm sorry Dean. I tried to get them to let you see Cas, but Booth says that you two will come up with plans to escape."

Dean looked up, a flash of recognition flashed across his face. It was quickly replaced with a look of shock, "Angie? You work for the FBI now? I knew you hated hunting, but I didn't think you'd sink this low."

"Actually Dean, I work as forensic artist at the Jeffersonian," Angela replied.

"Well at least you aren't a Fed," Dean shot back. "Now can I please see Cas?"

"I am so so sorry Dean. But Booth won't budge. Who is Cas anyways?" Angela questioned, her curiosity in the mysterious stranger causing her to ask questions more so than Booth's request for answers.

"I know this is going to sound crazy and go completely against everything of told you I believed in. Or rather not not believed in. But Cas, Cas is an Angel of The Lord. Sort of. He kind of fell. Partially. It's really fucking complicated. I'll explain it all as soon as I get Cas back and we get the hell outta here," Dean explained, the last bit obviously aimed at the Agent standing just out side of the door.

"If he's an Angel Dean," Angela started, "shouldn't he be able to get you out of here?"

"Since he fell he hasn't had as much Angel mojo and the idiot used it all up healing me from the non-fatal stab wound and broken leg I sustained while hunting a djinn about an hour before I was arrested. Stupid Angel." Dean smiled at the thought of the Angel.

"Why would an Angel use all of his power to heal you? And why do you care about him so much?"

"As Cas likes to put it, we share a more profound bound. He dragged me out of Hell Angie. He pieced my soul back together. He rebelled against Heaven to help us. Me. Plus, he buys me pie. I'm in love with him Angie. And, by some miracle, he feels the same way about me. I'm happier than I've ever been," Dean responded a huge soppy grin on his usually stoic face. "If they've done anything to him, I swear I will kill them all. Slowly and painfully. I'm sure Mary would love a few new souls to play with."

Angela knew how Dean felt. If anyone were to hurt Jack, she would make sure they died a horrible, painfully death. She wasn't quite sure she knew what he meant about the souls though. And who was Mary?