Chapter 3

"Hey Angie, you in the mood for AC/DC?" Dean glanced in the rear view mirror at Angela as they drove down the highway.

"Whatever you want. Driver picks the music, passenger shuts their pie hole," Angela replied while she stared out the window deep in thought. She let the nickname Dean gave her pass since he would use it no matter what she said. She couldn't shake the fact that Lenya had found her and she cursed the demon bitch for bringing up those memories.

Dean didn't appear to notice her mood as he grinned at Sam and said, "Oh yeah she knows the score." He then put in AC/DC in the tape deck and proceeded to beat out the rhythm on the steering wheel while singing.

Sam just gave a slight shake of his head in amused tolerance. He remembered back to when Metallica was playing and Angela and Dean were singing. He then said, "Dude try not to embarrass yourself."

Dean apparently remembered the last time and replied, "Shut up Sam."

Sam just grinned. He then happened to glance behind him slightly and noticed Angela just sitting there. She was not deep in thought. Something was bothering her greatly and he wondered if it had anything to do with the job they were heading to. He gave a slight smile when she started humming to the song that was playing as he turned back to face forward.

They arrived late in the day at the Point. Dean asked, "So what now?"

"Head to the village. There's a hotel. Should be fairly empty since it's in the middle of the year," Angela replied from the back as she gave a stretch.

Dean gave a slight shrug and followed Angela's directions. "You've been here before?"

"Long time ago." A slight pause followed and then Angela added, "Last time I was here, it was probably 1846." She gave a short yawn and looked at the expression the brothers were giving her. It was the first hint she had ever given of her age to them and their faces wanted to make her laugh. Dean had pulled over to look at her and Sam had turned around as well. She sat back as if it were no big deal and said, "Yes. I've seen quite a bit."

"Vampire genes?" It was Dean that asked the question.

"Yes. Part and parcel of the vamp package."

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then. Should be a slice of heaven."

Angela looked around the main grounds of the Point. The last time she was here, she had been a guest of the family whose son had just graduated. Not much had changed except for the signs of modernization but it had been done well. Tradition hung over this place and made it hard to think that something could haunt this place. She straightened up as she climbed out of the Impala, followed by Sam and Dean in their matching suits and ties. She subtly passed the IDs to them and pulled out the cases holding the EMF and other tools and handed the cases to them. "Well let's go."

She led the way to the main building where security was housed. The doorman questioned her and she flashed her badge, "Special Agent Serves, CID. We have an appointment with Col Henderson."

Col Ted Henderson overheard his name being called from his office where he was going over the paperwork. He leaned over to look out the door to try and see who it was. He could hear the front desk being difficult telling the visitor that the colonel wasn't expecting any visitors. Henderson could see one of them as she looked straight at the front desk officer as she stared at him with a raised brow. The two with her stood behind her holding silver cases. He guessed that they must be the 'agents' that his friend at CID sent. He got up from his desk and went to try to stop a potential verbal fight.

"Now listen, Private," Angela was saying, "We received a call from the colonel."

"I'm sorry Agent Serves but I have no record…"

"It's all right private. I forgot to put it on," Col Henderson entered. He then looked at the agents and beckoned them to follow, "Come on in."

Once inside his office with the door firmly closed, Henderson gave a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad that you've come. Things have been crazy around here though the superintendent has been trying to keep a lid on it. Never thought I'd see a ghost haunting this place."

"So you know something is going on?" Sam asked the question after looking at his brother.

"Saw the damn thing myself after the murder. Since then we've had incidents with cadets having accidents, some of them ending up dead and all with a huge hole in their stomachs." Henderson walked to sit back down at his desk and beckoned his visitors to sit. He then looked at the girl and asked, "So you're in charge Special Agent Serves?"

Angela nodded and replied, "Indeed."

"And these two?"

"My team… specialists in this line of work."

"More the merrier," Henderson replied trying not to sound sarcastic. Even though he knew that there were things that went bump in the night it didn't mean he had to acknowledge them but this was serious. The safety of the cadets was his responsibility. "I'll grant you access to the barracks and anywhere you need to go provided it is relevant to the case."

"Could we also speak to the prisoner?" Sam asked.

Henderson gave a slight glare at Sam before replying, "That can be arranged though I don't know what good that'll do."

"You'd be surprised in our line of work," Angela replied. She knew Henderson's type well. He was the kind that preferred to turn a blind eye even after seeing it. "We'll be as discreet as possible Colonel. Once we finish, we'll leave and that'll be the end of it."

Henderson studied the trio in front of him. Morrie told him that the girl was to be trusted in her judgment. So far she was willing to follow protocol and that was all he was going to demand of them. He then opened a drawer and pulled out three visitor badges and handed them to her, "You must wear these at all times while here at the point. They'll allow you access to most places along with your badges."

"Thank you Colonel," Angela replied accepting the badges.

"Just remember one thing: there is a strict sense of order here. Everything has its place, rank and file; a chain of command. Respect that while you are here, especially you have questions for anyone." Henderson then pulled out the file regarding the case and handed to Sam who took it without question. "There's the file on the murder as well as the other incidents. If you have any questions, or need anything fill out the proper request forms."

Henderson then stood up and ushered the trio out. He then said in a low voice, "I don't care how you get rid of it, just do. We don't need any more problems."

Angela glanced at the colonel before exiting and replied, "I'm glad that West Point is cooperating with CID. We'll do our best." She then gave a slight push on Dean's back since he was closer to indicate to move.

Once then were outside the colonel's office, she led the way towards the holding area after giving a slight eye roll. Dean waited until they were a fair distance away before asking, "So he knows about this? Why isn't doing something about it? Why us?"

Angela kept walking forward as she explained, "It's because he prefers to think that everything is normal even though he has seen it. Willful ignorance. He's a career soldier Dean. There's no room for the supernatural in that life."

"Oh that makes sense," Dean replied sarcastically.

"Dean at least we have access to where we need to go," Sam pointed out. "Compared to the other cases we've had, this is as easy as it's going to come."

"Alright I get it," Dean replied. "So what next?"

"We can question the cadet who saw it. We can also inspect the barracks," Angela replied as she paused in a virtually empty hall. "I can question the cadet in holding and you two can inspect the scene." She raised her brow to see if they wanted to go along with it. Seeing that they weren't going to say anything, she fished out the campus map she had swiped from the entrance and gave it to Dean. "Meet you at the car," she said and headed towards holding.

Sam glanced at his brother. It was more of a silent understanding between them and then Sam hurried to catch up with Angela while Dean went to inspect the barracks. If Angela was surprised at one of brothers accompanying her, she didn't show it. She glanced at Sam and then said, "I would have thought you and Dean would have questioned the cadet."

"You're the boss on this case Angela," Sam replied.

"And you and Dean can give your input. I may have revealed that I am older than I look but that doesn't mean that I know everything." Angela opened the door to the main desk in holding and walked in. "I've learned that a good team uses the skills of everyone in it." She walked up to the officer at the desk and flashed her badge stating that they were there to question the prisoner. She was shown a sign in sheet and she signed it without batting an eye and passed it over to Sam.

Sam signed the sheet and showed his badge and followed Angela in as they were showed into an interrogation room. He followed Angela's lead as they waited for the prisoner to be brought in. Briefly he wondered if Dean found anything.

Dean never had it so easy to gain access to a scene of a sighting. He just flashed his badge to the guard and he was let in. He walked in and climbed the stairs while being followed by the curious guard. The guard asked, "So CID sent you guys in to investigate? Seems pretty straightforward to me."

Dean played off of it, "You'd be surprised what we find even in the most obvious." He glanced around looking for signs. He made it to the door that had been clearly marked. "So this is where the cadet was found?"

The guard nodded as he opened the door to give Dean access to the room. "Cadet Barcalow was found covered in Cadet Derringer's blood."

Dean nodded and set the silver case down feeling like he was stuck on one of those procedural cop shows. He opened it and pulled out the EMF and turned it on. He moved about the room checking the readings. The most he got in the readings was where the dried puddle of blood was. He ignored the questioning look of the guard as he went over the whole room. He then asked, "What about the other accidents?"

The guard showed him the other areas of the barracks and Dean ran the EMF. The readings were pretty high indicating that there was some activity. He was near the stairs when he spotted something on the ground. Kneeling he pulled out the penlight he kept in his pocket and clicked it on to get a better look. Seeing it, he picked it up and looked at it. It looked like a button of some sort. Looking closely at it, Dean could make out a symbol and one he clearly recognized. "What the hell?"

"Find something?"

Dean snapped out of it long enough to hide palm the button into a plastic bag. He tried to bluff his way out, "Just some evidence for the case. Nothing you need to worry about." He looked around trying to find something to ask the guard, "So did you know the cadets that have been having these accidents?"

"Not all of them. Some were in the class ahead of me and some below me. Barcalow and Derringer were in my class," the guard replied shrugging his shoulders. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"CID business. Nothing you need to worry about," Dean replied giving a polite grin. He took the opportunity to pocket the bag with the button in his jacket. He walked back to where he left the case and put the EMF back in. He made sure the guard didn't see the usual gear like the salt rounds and a sawed off shotgun. He hoped Angela and Sam had luck with the cadet.

Dean exited the barracks and started down the path back towards the car. He didn't know that he was being watched by someone. He was walking past one of the buildings when he heard, "You think the deaths are connected?"

Dean whirled to find himself face to face with a female cadet. She was rather pretty with short light brown hair, creamy complexion and light blue eyes. Dean gave one of his more charming smiles and said, "It's a theory but I can't really disclose it." He would have flirted with her but he remembered the warnings given by that colonel and Angela. He turned to walk away.

"You know those cadets were known dicks with the exception of Barcalow."

Dean stopped and turned to look at the cadet who stopped him. He looked at her with an inquisitive frown. "What did you say your name was again?"

Sam looked at the cadet sitting across from him and Angela. He asked, "Cadet Barcalow, what happened the night Cadet Derringer died?"

Angela studied the cadet as he lifted his head from his hands to answer the question. The poor boy looked like he saw a ghost as he said, "I already told Col Henderson and it's in the damn file. I came in from drills and went up to my room. Derringer was sitting at his desk studying. I took a quick shower and went to go study. I bumped him when I was walking to my desk and he slumped over."

"Anything else?"

"You wouldn't believe me. The colonel didn't believe me." Barcalow buried his face in his hands. "No one does. They think I'm crazy."

Sam looked at Angela with a silent question of what to do. Angela returned the look with a slight nod. Before the cadet had been brought in, they agreed that Sam would ask the questions while Angela would observe and write down notes. Sam got the message and replied, "We don't. We want to know what happened that night. Tell us everything."

Barcalow raised his head. He saw the reassuring smile from the male CID agent and the interested look the female was giving. Maybe he could trust these two. He took a gulp of air and replied, "Well, after Derringer fell to the floor, the room got cold. Really cold and I turned around and I saw this guy."

"Was he a cadet?"

"I thought he was but the uniform was outdated." Barcalow then went pale.

Sam noticed the change in the guy's coloring. He recognized it as signs that the kid may have seen something that scared the crap out of him. He asked, "What did you see Barcalow?"

Barcalow started shaking visibly. He began to stutter, "I—I saw… I saw a large gaping hole in his stomach. And he… flickered…" Barcalow didn't say anything else but leaned back and started rubbing his hand over his face. "How does a guy flicker?" His voice rose a little and was near shrill.

Angela recognized that the boy was going into a panic attack. She glanced over and noticed that the guards were going to come in. She stood up quickly and waved them off. She walked over to Barcalow and placed a hand on his shoulder. The effect was immediate as the boy started to calm down. She looked at him in the eye and said in a calm voice, "Cadet Barcalow. It is all right. Thank you for telling us this. We believe you. You are not crazy."

Barcalow calmed down completely. "You b—believe me?"

Angela's gaze never left the boy's. "Yes. Now you need to be strong. We know you didn't kill that cadet. Remember the code Cadet: Duty, Honor, Country. We will do what we can to get you out." She then released the boy's shoulder and broke eye contact. She went to pick up her notepad and said, "Thank you for your statement Cadet Barcalow. If you remember anything else, please call us." She gave a slight tap to Sam's leg to signal him to get up.

Sam didn't appreciate the kick but he got up still trying to make sense of what he just saw. He shook hands with the cadet and thanked him and followed Angela out. Once they were completely outside of the building, he asked, "Okay what was that?"

"What was what?"

Sam gave an annoyed eye roll as he kept pace with Angela's brisk walk. He replied, "That part in the interrogation where you just calmed down the guy just by touching him. I've seen you do a few things but that looked a bit like mind control."

"It was."

Sam grabbed Angela's arm to stop her. He was aware that she could have done what she did at the motel in Stony Point but this time she didn't. He looked at her face and saw that she was actually chewing her bottom lip as if something were bothering her, like she was nervous. He frowned slightly and asked, "Is something wrong Angela?"

Angela knew she revealed more about herself in front of Sam than she had to anyone in a single sitting. First she revealed she was fairly old and second she revealed one of her talents and one she hated using because of the potential for abuse. Such things were sure fire ways of sending partners running away and that had happened before. It was why she worked alone and left before thanks were given to her. When Sam grabbed her arm, she thought that the rejection was going to come so she began chewing her lip. When Sam asked his question, she chewed her lip one last time before answering. She replied, "You know how in the Dracula movies they show how the vampire puts his victim under hypnosis?"

Sam didn't quite understand where this was going but he was willing to follow along. He answered, "Yeah. How is that relevant?"

"It's… actually true," Angela replied and gave a slight nod, "Well for most. And what you just saw was it in action." She then looked down and chewed her lip again. "Those that are born and most of my kind have the ability in various levels."

"How strong is yours?"

"Strong enough to make you do something and you're unable to control it." Angela finally looked up at Sam. She looked at him as if to ask him what he thought of her.

Sam looked forward and past Angela and said, "Show me."

Angela frowned, thinking that Sam went off the deep end. Her voice was a shrill whisper, "What?"

Sam looked down at her in the eye and repeated, "Show me."

Angela saw that she was serious and her eyes widened and then narrowed. She pointed at him saying, "You're crazy. I am not going to do it."

"You didn't have a problem doing it to that cadet in there."

"He was panicking. I could hear it in his breathing. He would have started hyperventilating and possibly have gone violent. I couldn't let him hurt himself." Angela took a step back and crossed her arms.

"And that justified it?"

"All I did was send calming thoughts. The boy thinks everyone thinks he's crazy. All I did was calm him down by telling him that we did believe him. I just amplified it." Angela took a deep breath. "I don't abuse my powers Sam. I try to avoid using them."

Sam couldn't say anything at the moment and his mouth was slightly open trying to find something to say. He said the first thing that came to his mind, "Then why not tell me or Dean about your abilities."

"Do you share everything regarding yours Sam? Like your visions? Like the fact that you dreamed of Jessica's death before it happened?"

Sam jerked up and looked at Angela. "How do you know about that?"

Well I dug this hole. I might as well bury myself in it. Angela sighed as she shuffled her feet. She debated internally how much she wanted to tell him. She would have to tell Dean eventually as well. She would bite the bullet then. She then looked at Sam in the eye and said, "The demon you're chasing is the same one I've been chasing for years. When you're on the trail, you hear things and we have… history."

"So you're telling me that you know about the other psychics?" Sam leaned against the fence near one of the drilling fields with his arms crossed. After Angela revealed she knew about the yellow-eyed demon, she suggested that they go to a more private area and she would answer any question as best as she could.

"Yes. How many, I don't know for sure but I have lists." Angela leaned against the fence her elbows resting on the upper bar. "I came across them when I followed the signs."

Sam nodded not quite looking at her. He then asked, "So what is your history with the yellow eyed demon?"

"You sure you want to hear it? Once I tell you, I am still a fellow hunter or become the hunted," Angela replied giving fair warning. She looked up at Sam.

Sam looked down at her puzzled, "What happened? Did you release him from hell?" It was meant as a joke.

"It was an accident."

Sam looked at her in surprise. "You're not kidding are you?"

"No. So you want me to finish?"

Sam thought about it for a moment. As much as he wanted to be angry at what she had been keeping, he knew that she would tell him. All he had to do was just ask. Right now she was asking him if he wanted to hear the whole thing. A part of him wanted to know what she knew about the yellow eyed demon and the psychics. He replied, "Tell me what you know."

A/N: Alrighty folks another chapter to build upon. Again any reviews are welcome. It encourages me to continue writing even though I Sam and mostly Dean egging me on to write this series.