Chapter 3

"So she said that she would be waiting at the Roadhouse?"

"Yeah," Sam replied as he and Dean walked towards the coroner's office where the body was at. "She said she had responsibilities to take care of and she would wait there."

Dean hummed at that and thought about it. When he met up with Sam after having an interesting night 'hunting' with Haley, he noticed that his brother seemed to be in a good mood. He figured that he had talked to their girl the night before and couldn't resist teasing him about having good phone sex. It pissed the hell out of Sam who told him not to talk about her like that but it was a sign in Dean's book that things were okay. Granted that this relationship was going slower than a grandma on a highway it was still something and at least the whole thing with Famine and the last couple of cases hadn't turned things screwy.

As they walked into the building, Dean said, "Okay so she's gonna be there. You know why?"

"Responsibilities," Sam replied wondering why his brother was being a nosy bitch about it.

"Yeah but the Roadhouse was Ellen and Jo's," Dean pointed out. He then frowned as he thought of something, "Right?"

Sam gave a slight sigh. "Angie's too," he admitted.

"Angie?"

"Yeah. I… uh… figured it out after we met up with them when it opened again." Sam cleared his throat since he was clearly remembering that time when he, Dean and Bobby met up with them and he walked into… It was enough to make him forget that there were other guys ogling her and occasionally would pop up in his dreams with… other… things. "Look can we do this?"

"Yeah," Dean replied with a slight frown at his brother's demeanor but not confused by it since he knew well enough that Sam occasionally had a good dream involving their girl. "Just didn't think Angie would be into owning a place."

"You have no idea," Sam muttered trying to hide his guilt at having snooped.

Dean picked it up and stopped his brother, "Wait a minute, you actually spied on her didn't you?"

Sam didn't look at his brother but at the wall of the hall. It was better than looking at his brother and giving into the urge to give him a punch to the face. He didn't want to say anything but then that would allow Dean to draw his own conclusions and that wasn't good either. Finally he said, "After I figured it out about the Roadhouse… I looked around… and I asked."

Dean thought about it and shrugged, "Well we always knew she had money. Her car tells a story." He gave a pat to Sam's arm, "So anything that would make life interesting?"

"No stripper joints if you are asking," Sam countered as he turned to continue walking. He gave a slight shrug since he had some idea of a few things. "Invested interest in the Academy among other things."

"You're not gonna tell me are ya?"

"Ask her if you wanna know."

Dean knew that Sam was going to be adamant about this one. True he had always known that Angela had money. She admitted it and she did come from old family money; pretty much she was nobility and that was from her time. It was just a surprise to find out the things that she had dabbled in over the years before she met them. He certainly liked the fact that she understood dominatrix stuff and knew how to escape handcuffs. Other things he was never sure because of the way she offered the information but it was her. "Okay then."

"You done?"

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a twist Francis. Just curious." Being sly, he muttered just loud enough for Sam to hear, "Stalker."

Sam wanted to slug his brother but they had a job to do and it wouldn't do any good for Dean to show up looking like he was in a bar fight. He merely shot a glare at his brother and led the way. He didn't stalk her. He worried about her and there was a fucking difference. He l…

"What can I do for you?"

"Agents Plant and Page," Dean took over, interrupting his brother's thought. He showed his badge the same time Sam showed his and continued, "We're here about the security guy that was bent like a pretzel." He maintained his composure even though he was certain Sam was going to go on about his not being tactful with an elbow or something.

The coroner peered at Dean and then replied, "A pretzel is an apt way of putting it but not quite." He motioned for the two Winchesters to follow him in.

The coroner's words were right as Sam and Dean were treated to a body that was a bit of an eye opener. It was something that had Dean later saying once they were out, "Definitely not a pretzel."

Sam was looking at his phone at the image he had snapped. It was something that he had found on the body while the coroner was explaining what had happened or rather what he thought had happened. It was an interesting mark and it looked like a tattoo. That was partially the reason it interested him and the other was that it was unusual to have. He wasn't sure and a bit of research would be involved.

"You even with me, Sam?"

Sam snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his brother, "Yeah, just looking at something I found on the body." He showed his brother.

Dean took a look at the picture that Sam took on his phone and frowned, "You got a picture of a tattoo?"

Sam shrugged, "Something unusual about it. Looks like it's from India or something." He looked at the image to get a better look. "Might have something to do with why our guy looked…"

The guard's body had been bent into a position that not even most yoga instructors would consider. It was almost like something out of those horror movies with demonic possession and the body was all twisted into a contortionist act gone wrong. The difference was that this was done deliberately since it had been positioned in a sans siens position and the arms were bent backwards and positioned like it was in a statue. The head was on backwards. It was definitely not Dean's pretzel description.

Dean looked at the image and then thought about it. "I don't know."

"Just a thought," Sam offered, "Maybe Haley found something at the place where they found the body."

Dean was in agreement with that. The nice thing with more than two was that more ground was covered. And while he was a bit concerned that someone might notice Haley's unusual methods, he trusted her judgement and she had the dogs with her. "Probably. Right now I need a drink or something to get that out of my head," he replied before picking up the pace to get to the Impala while he called to check up on Haley.

Sam had to agree that it was unusual but definitely not the weirdest thing they had come across. While the job called for a certain amount of weird things happening, they had seen things that they had never come across before courtesy of knowing Angela. He was tempted to call and ask her what her opinion was but decided against it. As much as he knew she would want to be involved if it was serious and would be curious about it, he wanted to give her some sense of normalcy and the space she was asking for. True she said that she would come and she sounded tempted to join them but… It was the right thing in his mind and she probably had to lay a few ghosts to rest with the Roadhouse.

They were able to get some more information from Haley when they met up with her and she was doing whatever she could to soothe the agitated dogs. The first thing she said was, "I think we are dealing with a demon."

"Demons?" Dean raised his brow at that since he hadn't really seen a demon do what he saw. "A demon did this?" He held up the picture he had taken for Haley.

Haley made a face at what she saw. "No idea but there was definitely a demon or demons around. They were the clue." She pointed at Moira and Zeppelin who were nosing each other in rare fit of affection since they scuffled more often but it was more to soothe.

Dean shrugged as Moira then batted Zeppelin away and offered, "Well Zep's a tracker."

"There's a lot more to it than that," Haley replied, "The point is, they gave the warning growl when I was outside the building but inside, they were spitting mad." She gestured at Moira, "Never thought a little dog could get huge."

"For a runt she's alright," Dean allowed more to tease Sam since the man defended his dog like there was no tomorrow. "So did you find anything?"

"Sulfur in one area but that was it. Zep tried to track them but it was like they appeared in one place and that was it." Haley thought about it for a moment as she retraced her steps from her examination of the warehouse.

It hadn't been hard to gain access to the place having passed herself off as a K9 unit though it took some convincing to explain the presence of two dogs that had the coloring of Rottweilers and tails and tails and posturing of an Irish wolfhound. Most cops were used to seeing bloodhounds or German Shepherds. She managed to convince the locals that she was looking for possible trails of the perp and she brought them in. It did help that they were still puppies and put on the cute act.

To say that they were well trained was a bit of a fib. They were trained in terms of the hunt but they were still learning since they were puppies. Haley heard the growls while she was talking to the locals to gain access but luckily no one was paying attention at the time. It really went through the roof when they entered the building and puppies reacted quickly, growing larger and looking like beasts from hell. Luckily no one was around but it would be a good thing to remind the Winchesters to teach them how to behave around civilians.

Zeppelin found the main concentration and sniffed in a circle but also found one trail and that was it. When Haley gave his command to track he sniffed in a circle again and whined when he couldn't find anything else. It was creating a whole level of weird as she looked around. She did find something that seemed out of place and took a picture of it to show the Winchesters later.

She left with the most polite of thanks and headed towards the motel. Like Sam, she was curious about the thing she had found and it had her wondering if it would be okay to give her friend a call. She didn't get a chance to since the Winchesters arrived and they started comparing notes, which was where they were at with Haley explaining what happened. She looked at the Winchesters and shrugged, "So… have you ever heard of demons just being in one area and then nowhere else?"

It was a bit odd and both Winchesters shook their heads. Dean said, "Well demons can move like angels but they usually move around. Not stay in one spot."

Sam in the meantime had gone to his laptop and opened it to look for reference to the image he had taken. They had strange before but this was even stranger for him and Angela wasn't even around to offer input. He started a search and toyed with the idea of calling Bobby for some help and it crossed his mind to call her. He didn't want to interfere even though she would come if it were a serious situation. He, Dean and Haley could handle it.

Dean noticed his brother working his laptop magic and gave a slight eye roll. "You're still going on about that tattoo?"

Haley took interest and went to peer over Sam's shoulder. "What tattoo?"

"Just something I found. Could be something or nothing."

"It's a tattoo," Dean countered, "You've gotten them yourself."

"Only because Angie drew on my arm," Sam countered looking up and pointing at his brother to emphasize his point.

"She drew on your arm and you ended up with tattoos?" Haley was interested in that. She took a look to see if they were still there.

"They're gone," Sam offered as he looked at the screen. "It was only a temporary thing."

"Yeah and that was after she kicked you out of her dream," Dean offered.

Sam said nothing else but continued to scroll through images. He did push his phone towards Haley to take a look. "But that's what I found."

Haley looked at it and her eyes widened slightly. "Um… I guess that it is no ordinary tattoo." When the Winchesters looked at her she pulled out her phone. She sifted through the image and then held it up for them to see.


It had been a means of making it up to Ellen. Angela always thought it had been her fault that the Roadhouse had been destroyed. Even though the circumstances were beyond her control at the time; actually she really had no direct role in it. She still felt it was her responsibility and Ellen was like a mother to her and Jo was the little sister that she doted upon. She had to make it right.

She knew that Ellen would be too proud to accept it as a gift and in truth, her money didn't mean much to her. She was rich yes but she didn't flaunt it. So she proposed it as an investment meaning that she basically said that she had plans to rebuild the Roadhouse but needed investors. It was crap but it was acceptable to Ellen. They would have a home and there was also a sort of base of operations for all hunters.

The Roadhouse had been built looking like it did before but with a few modifications along with special requirements. When it had been done, Angela had done a couple of 'girl's night' hunts with Jo and Ellen and the Winchesters and Bobby got to see the new digs. Thinking about it brought a slight smile to her face since that was when she had been a little bold and that was after she decided to have a little fun with Jo. It was worth it since it brought back nice memories of when Jo was growing up and the things she taught her.

Looking at the outside of the place that was built as a reminder of another home, Angela sighed as she leaned against her car. The wind was a gentle breeze and it played with her long locks like it did the tall grasses of the plains. It was held out of her face by the braid made to look like a headband and showed off how long her hair really was. She had started wearing it long after the incident with Famine and Sam commented that he liked it. Plus, she really liked her long hair and if she had to pick one thing to be vain about, it would be her hair.

A slight whine caught her attention and she looked down to see Xander looking at her with a pensive expression. She gave a smile and reached in to rub his ears before letting him out of the sedan she bought for nothing. She could have technically taken Deanna on her trip but she decided against it. And she couldn't take the motorcycle since there was no place for Xander to ride since he wasn't going to go alone if only for Sam's peace of mind.

Letting Xander out, she straightened up and looked at the place. There were a couple of trucks, the kind of vehicles you would see hunters drive so that meant there was still business going on as usual. She adjusted her coat, the chocolate brown one that was her particular favorite and checked to make sure she had her chakram and Absolution with her. Once couldn't be too careful and it was a known fact that the Roadhouse had its fair share of bar fights because of disagreements and that was putting it mildly.

Satisfied that she had what she would need, she headed towards the door with Xander in tow. She paused to listen to see if anything was out of place. It recalled her to memory when she overheard Walt and Roy talking to Dean when they were ambushed. She had been getting coffee and was on her way to wake them when she heard voices. She regretted leaving the dogs in her room but she couldn't take them to get coffee and they felt the need to be with her the night before.

She had opened the door and ended up in heaven meaning that she had died. She remembered very well how it felt as she leaned forward to listen. Her eyes widened as she heard the voices inside. Her throat began to convulse.

"Yeah we caught up with them and took care of the bastards."

"We took care of the guys that started the Apocalypse."

Angela had no trouble remembering that voice. It was the last one she heard before the shotgun shot that hit her in the back. She had sworn, like Dean had, that if she caught sight of them she would make them regret what they did. Actually Dean threatened to kill them and she would like to do the same but only to those that deserved it. With those two… she wanted to torture them and give them a taste of what it truly meant to have hell on earth.

Silently she opened the door and slipped in with Xander at her heels. He had a low rumble in his chest but it was too low to be heard by the occupants in the bar. She narrowed her eyes as she looked towards the source of the voices. Silently she stepped through the shadows.

There was a group surrounding Walt and Roy and they were listening, some with disbelief and disdain. There was one by the bar looking a little nervous about the whole thing while getting a round of beers. Angela swept around to gain advantage as she kept her eye on the group. Some of them she recognized and others she wasn't sure of but she knew their type.

"Are you saying that you killed the Winchesters?"

"Yeah," Walt replied, "We killed the bastards that started the Apocalypse." He grinned smugly as he took a swig of his beer.

One of the hunters raised his brow, unbelieving of the whole thing and asked, "How did you get past her?"

"What?" Walt looked at the questioning hunter.

The one who questioned him repeated, "How did you get past her?" He looked at Walt in the eye. "After all, most everyone here knows that the Winchesters have a longstanding acquaintance with only the best of demon slayers."

Angela smirked at that. She knew who the questioning party was and she knew that he didn't exactly buy what had happened or what those two blokes said. She kneeled slowly to pet Xander and keep him calm while she figured out what to do. She decided to listen to the conversation to see what would happen next.

Walt looked at Roy and then everyone there before sitting back smugly replying, "Took care of her."

There were some murmurs going about. The one who questioned Walt looked long and hard at Walt. He leaned forward and replied, "Then you made a terrible mistake there my friend." He leaned back and took the beer that was proffered by the barkeep.

"What do you mean?" Walt looked at the one who was questioning him.

The one who was questioning the entire account smirked at the man. He glanced towards the shadows and then at the two men and replied, "You have made a mistake. You did not take care of her."

"Yes we did," Roy pointed out. "She attacked me and Walt here shot her in the back with a shotgun."

Angela decided that it was time to come out of hiding. If it became a fight, the odds would be on her side. She stepped out and replied in an almost sultry voice, "Oh of course you did. I remember how painful that was."

It was hilarious to see the looks on Roy and Walt's faces as she stepped out of the shadows. Her eyes were narrowed to indicate how angry she was with the pair. She fought the urge to lash out and kill them. She looked at them with a long and hard stare.

"No. You're dead," Walt pointed out, "I shot you myself."

"You did," Angela replied with a nod as she took a couple of steps forward. The others moved back except for the one that was the doubter. He watched in amusement. "I died but I came back. It's one of those weird quirks about being named a malachi, specifically the Malachi of Absolution."

Walt and Roy looked at her as she inched forward. She wasn't lifting a limb in a threatening way. In fact her posture wasn't threatening at all but it was enough to scare the hell out of Walt and Roy. Roy was wavering but Walt was a bit tougher than that but still a coward. He scoffed, "You? A bloodsucker?"

Angela chuckled at the assessment, "You really should know the difference and…" She leaned in close so that her face was inches from theirs. "And I know what you have done. The both of you are murderers."

"We did the world a favor," Walt countered angrily. "Sam Winchester set Lucifer free and we all suffer."

"Oh I didn't mean that," Angela replied, "Though I will confirm that yes the last seal was broken but you two pisswads didn't bother to find out what was being done about it. The ones who dared to stand up to Lucifer and paid with their lives." She looked at the others who were watching. She was well aware that Xander was there providing a barrier to her by making himself larger and he was threatening enough. "No, I meant the innocents who are like me or even not like me that just wanted to live in peace." She glared long and hard at Walt and Roy, well aware that her eyes were flaring, indicating her power.

"They were monsters!"

"They wanted to live in peace! You murdered them!" Her teeth had elongated to its full length. She looked at the others who were looking at her warily. They weren't making a move though to attack her. "They wanted to be left alone and you killed them for crimes they hadn't committed or because you felt like it. You are not hunters." She straightened up and started to walk away.

Walt was red with anger and embarrassment. He stood up and shouted, "We are hunters. We kill monsters and someone should have killed you!"

It was a mistake to make for Walt to put his hand on her. He found himself in an arm lock that should have broken his arm but merely caused a sore shoulder. Angela gripped him hard and had her teeth out. It looked like she was going to kill him but all she said was, "I have been killed times over and yet I am still alive. But you won't be if I ever see you again in my bar."

With a hard kick to his rear, Angela sent Walt and Roy packing. She looked at the others and said, "Let this be known that the Winchesters are doing what they can to stop the Apocalypse. If you dare come after them, you deal with me… and him." She pointed at Xander.

No one protested and went to do their work. Angela took a breath and walked over to the bar and leaned on it. She looked at the barkeep and said, "Sorry I'm late Mel."


A/N: So Sam, Dean and Haley handle a case and Angie goes to the Roadhouse only to meet up with two people she'd like to tear apart. Stay tuned for more Kind, Enlightened Giving...