Chapter 7

Angela sat on the hood of the Impala. It was one of the rare days in which she and the boys had a day off. They were overlooking the peaceful look of the mineral springs. She was smiling and laughing at the sight in the springs while drinking the beer she had been nursing the entire time.

"You are so dead."

"You need to calm down. Let the springs relax you."

"I'll relax you into the next decade Sasquatch."

Angela sat on the hood just laughing at Dean who was soaked head to toe from the mineral springs. Sam way laughing equally hard but he didn't realize that he was close enough for Dean to pull him in until it was too late. It made another burst of laughter erupt from Angela as she rested her arms on her knees. She looked down to glance at her wrists and saw the watch Dean had given her and smiled at his thoughtfulness as she watched him wrestle with Sam in the water.

She put her hand up to feel the necklace. Her fingers brushed against the contours of the star. Sam had called her a start and compared her to the North Star. At the time it was part of his way of saying how much she meant as a person. Now, to her, it meant so much more.

"You know the last time you had a happy look was when he was blessed by the god and goddess at the tournament for becoming the Champion."

Angela frowned and looked to see a familiar face and thought it was seriously a good time to be freaking out. She recognized the hair, the eyes and the swagger but he shouldn't be here. He was back in his own time and that meant he was long gone.

"You know you look like you swallowed a fish."

Angela heard the boys laughing and splashing. She glanced at them and then back at the visitor. He didn't go away. She must be losing her mind and as if her sight being lost wasn't bad enough. She looked at the visitor and replied, "I feel like I did. You're supposed to be back in your own time and that means long gone for me. How is it possible Jason?"

Jason looked at his friend and smiled, "I think you may have some idea. You always seem to know or guess what is going on."

That was what everybody said and assumed about her. Angela made a slight noise that sounded like a snort. She didn't know everything. There were times she had to research things at times too. "You and everyone else seems to think that."

"But you are so good with it."

"Yep depend on me and then get pissed when I can't deliver." Angela looked forward to watch Sam and Dean still trying to beat each other up and wrestle in the water. That was such a happy time after her birthday when they were given leave to stay by the manager a few extra days as a thank you for fixing the place in terms of the demon. It was one of the few times that they could be at peace without the fact that they had the problem of Dean's deal looming over them.

"You always deliver what you intend which is why I need to warn you."

Angela turned to look at Jason. "Warn me of what? How is it that you are here?"

"A favor owed to me. Now listen to me… You need to protect it. It is coming to you. Don't let them get it."

Angela frowned at that. It was then that Jason started to fade. "What? Jason, what does that mean?"

"You are the guardian of it. In hands like yours it will be safe. Protect the Eye." That was the last thing he said before he faded.

Angela looked widely around. The boys were still wrestling in the water but they weren't noticing anything that has been going on. That was totally random and out of place and usually the kind of thing that happened in dreams when someone was in trouble. The last time that happened she had been called to retrieve something that belonged to the goddess Isis.

As always she was called to duty and she answered and delivered on it. If anything she was a good little soldier and all she got out of it was pain and misery in terms of her existence. Maybe that was why she and Dean understood each other a lot better than most people thought. Dean sought for John's approval and she still hadn't a clue as to how to tell him that he was proud of him no matter what even if John messed up with that crap tied in with the promise she made. She sighed wearily as she turned back to see Sam and Dean coming out of the springs smiling. Somehow the memory seemed a little bleaker now that she had a visitor and a strange one at that.


Bobby should have not checked the voicemail. If he had known who it was from and what it was about, he would have not checked. Well that was a lie. The content mattered greatly since if it involved the boys or his girl, then he was on top of it. He just didn't expect damn Rufus to give a call.

Bobby had been busy with Cerebus who had discovered the neat trick of actually distracting spirits. They were doing a salt and burn nearby. Spirit was an old librarian who was killing people for not respecting the books. Bobby thought that his girl fit the bill just right since she had a nice old collection that she held on a pedestal so high that the boys used gloves when handling them.

Of course she wouldn't do anything like death by beating them with a ruler or anything like that. He did have to admit though that she had more ingenious ways of making them suffer if it were something like that. She said Dean was easy since she gunned for the simple pleasures that he enjoyed. Sam was different and she liked the challenge of trying to outsmart a college boy. Bobby knew better though… at least he thought he did.

So as it were he and the mutt were out hunting. He decided that the mutt was going to earn his keep besides being an invisible guard dog. As it were, the mutt proved handy in detecting supernatural occurrences and he sure as hell wasn't afraid of the fool librarian and Bobby learned something new about the hell mutt.

That was actually the first time Bobby was actually able to see the thing. He was surprised since Angela said that he was lucky not to see Cerebus like she could. What he saw was a very large, Saint Bernard sized dog that was all black and sort of looked like his old dog Rumsfeld. He thought he was going stark crazy at first but after a couple of pinches and tests with the doggy doughnuts, Bobby was certain that the mutt was real.

The first time he noticed it was when he was walking down the street when he was investigating the occurrence. The person he went to see commented that he had a nice dog and asked if he was a K-9 unit. That had Bobby frown until he took and saw the dog and he nearly started swearing. He had quizzed the mutt of course, "Okay so were ya just messing with me?"

Cerebus looked at Bobby with an inquisitive look and rumbled. He then made a low moan in his throat that sounded like one of exasperation. At the same time he bumped Bobby's leg.

"Don't tell me ya were holding out on us. Damn mutt."

Of course that was a conversation that was mostly one sided and ended with Bobby feeding Cerebus a biscuit even though they were now rationed. The last time Dean was there, he gorged on them along with the sandwiches Angela made.

They took on the job and Cerebus proved his mettle in distracting the ghost and actually saving Bobby's neck by preventing him from being knocked into the grave at some point. To the hell mutt it was a game. To Bobby it was like playing with a little kid and that was disturbing since Cerebus was supposed to be this big badass hellhound. No wonder Angela said that it was better that he or the boys couldn't see him.

The hunt took some time and it was late when he got the voicemail from Rufus. It was full of the usual talk since they were still not on very good speaking terms. Not after that one hunt. However, Rufus made up for it when he told him that something had happened to Angela.

Bobby felt his heart constrict and it was a wonder he didn't have a heart attack since the last time something bad happened, she was dead. Well according to her she wasn't completely dead. He didn't care. In his book, dead was dead. The proof was in the fact that she possessed two people and one she was partial to in terms of her feelings and was doing a damn good job of hiding it. That was being dead.

He listened to the message and tried his best not to break anything. That idjit girl. What was she thinking? Of course she saved Rufus' ass but did she have to jump in front of a blast? Now she couldn't see a damn thing and was probably out there alone. And why did that idjit Rufus leave her alone? She was all alone and for what reason? She was going to get it and he wasn't going to go easy on her. No way was he falling for the look that made Dean fold like a wrinkled suit.

Cerebus seemed to have sensed Bobby's agitation and got up from his comfortable rug on the floor and went to nose Bobby's hand. He hadn't reverted to his invisible state but preferred to remain visible. It was a specialty that had been bred into him when he was whelped. He never had the opportunity to use it but his alpha's people asked him for help and he was smart enough to figure out that there was only so much that could be explained by something that was invisible.

Bobby felt the wetness of Cerebus' nose. He growled at the feeling of wet drool. "Eww. Can you taper off on the drool ya mutt?"

Cerebus gave a low moan and shot the look that his alpha used all the time on her people. He turned it on full blast knowing that it would make him seem like a disgrace. However it was pretty effective in getting the extra doughnut from Bobby or conning Dean out of the last one he stole. Sam was good natured about it and laughed.

Bobby gave a slight snarl that was half-hearted. He knew what the mutt was up to and he appreciated it. "Alright, I'll go easy on her. You and I both know that she does what she does best and that's helping people. Like Rufus said, it was an accident."

Bobby looked at the wall that had all the phones with their masking tape labels when he had to pretend to be part of various agencies for hunters. She teased him about getting a labeler so that way they didn't have to struggle with trying to read his handwriting. He said that she better not touch his system or he would put up a worse fuss than Dean over his clothes. He sighed and flipped open the cell phone that was in his pocket and dialed the number.

Cerebus moaned and panted happily. He liked the elder human who was like a father to his alpha. He knew that the elder cared about his alpha and would do anything to help her. That she was in trouble, Cerebus could tell since the elder was rambling on about idjits and he was worried too but her boys were out there. Surely she would have called them and they would have rushed to her aid. Certainly her alpha would have.

Cerebus had liked Sam the moment he had woken up in that cold place. There was something about him that the mutt admired which would be considered odd since his kind were feared and rightly so. When they were given a scent, they had you until you were dead. Hellhounds were bred for single mindedness. He was an exception and he was supposed to be guarding Tartarus but the demons took him and tried to make him into a killer like the others. He had almost forgotten and then his alpha came along.

He had been sent to go after her; make her into something that the alpha demon wanted. She mortally wounded him and was within her right to kill him. He attacked her and she defended herself and could have left him to die. Yet she healed him. She made him remember his purpose as what Hades had wanted him to. She healed him even though he injured her severely and since then he followed her. She became his alpha. When she needed her alpha protected, he did it even though he didn't understand it at first. He would protect her pack just as she did which was why he decided to utilize this new talent.

Bobby looked at the hell mutt as he looked at the phone. He had listened to the voicemail twice already. He did have to hand it to Rufus for telling him. He may not be on the best terms with his old friend but they did know what was important to the other and they did what was right. Plus he had a feeling that his girl wormed her way into Rufus' affections as crusty as they were.

He referred her to Rufus after she called asking for help. At first he thought it had something to do with that foolhardy plan she wanted to do; the whole going to hell thing to save Dean. He still couldn't believe that he agreed to help her with that but he did promise and she wasn't going to tell until he did. He understood why she wasn't saying a thing about it to the boys. Dean would vehemently say no and try the forbidding her from doing it even though he probably would want to say yes. Sam… he wasn't sure about.

Bobby had known the boys a long time. He had known her for nearly a year and he had to admit that it was short amount of time for the boys to become attached to her as they did and he had to admit that he was the same way. He hadn't failed to notice how Sam would hover near her like a guard dog and was the first to act if someone attempted to do anything but talk to her and he had noticed the jaw twitch if they flirted with her. It didn't go any further than that but he wasn't a blind idjit in regards to her.

To Bobby she was special and when he guessed that what she was looking for had to do with the search for a demon and to rescue him, he flew off the handle. It was easy to scold her and say that she was being an idjit over the phone and yet he could imagine how she looked as he let loose his steam and she let him do it.

It was frustrating because she didn't fight him. He wondered if that was same with the boys. Even though she had fought with them before and he had heard a couple of arguments, she always took it. She never fought back and when she didn't rise to the bait, it made him and probably the boys feel guilty. Now Bobby knew that was never her intention since she probably argued that she deserved it and he thought it was stupid.

Bobby sighed. She was only doing what she thought was right and that was to protect her boys; protect her family. He should have seen it earlier. She was backed into a corner and she was coming out fighting and that was with everything she had. He may have seen hints a year ago with Ellen and the cemetery but it looked like it grew on her. Dean mentioned what she did at Ellis to rescue him and Sam from those Lupei things.

Cerebus moaned again and Bobby looked at him. He was a stubborn old fool not to have called her back just to talk. She would have answered and listened. Sighing he dialed the number that he knew well and hoped that she would pick up.


The buzz was actually quite loud for early in the morning. It made an interesting sound on the nightstand and it was somewhat a relief that it wasn't actually ringing. Angela reached over and grabbed the buzzing phone. She couldn't see the caller ID so the best bet was to answer the darn thing. She groaned out, "Hello?"

Angie? Ya all right?

Angela frowned as she sat up in bed. She thought Bobby wasn't on speaking terms with her. She could hardly blame him since she was planning to do things in the realm of stupid. The worried tone though had her thinking worst case scenarios regarding the grizzled hunter. "Something wrong Bobby?"

Don't be trying to change the subject young lady. I'm calling about you. Rufus called and said you had an accident.

Angela wished she could roll her eyes but she couldn't. They were sore even though she had been asleep. She was an idiot for forgetting the drops. Part of it was an embarrassment and part of it was that her mind was on the fact that her accident was no accident. She couldn't rub her eyes so she just had to muddle through it.

Rufus had to go and say something and as much as she wanted to be annoyed and upset, she found that she couldn't. Rufus and Bobby may not be on speaking terms but it seemed that her accident was a small step to getting them to at least talk to each other even if it was a voicemail. She replied, "Yeah something like that."

He said that you were blind.

"Yeah that's true. It was an accident though." She held up her hand in a placating manner even though Bobby couldn't see her.

Don't you be hiding anything from me. That may work with the boys but you brought me into what yer planning to do so that means you tell me everything.

Angela couldn't help but smile. She replied, "We just got finished with a job and had a few 'Irish' coffees. We were going our separate ways when I got that feeling." She made a slight toss of her head as she got out of bed and started walking around to go about her morning routine.

What feeling?

"Uh… that feeling I usually get when something doesn't seem right. I turned and saw them aim for Rufus…"

And you did what you usually did. Rufus said there was an explosion.

"Multiple shots Bobby," Angela replied as she pulled a set of clothes out of her bag. "One of them hit the gas tank of a car, probably Rufus' and I was… next to it."

So it was aiming at you then?

"At first I didn't think so but I couldn't shake the feeling even when they were checking me out. It's flash blindness by the way. It should clear up on its own. How fast, I can't say since I've never had an eye injury before…"

About that feeling… has it gone away?

"No," Angela replied as she put her stuff down on the bathroom counter. "Still hasn't gone away. Not since last night."

They try to attack ya again?

Angela paused a moment. She had to word this just right so Bobby didn't freak out on her. Then again he was going to do that anyway since Rufus gave him the bare bones and now he wanted details. She had to chortle at the possible picture she was making. If only things were normal and she meant human normal. "Well after Rufus brought me here, I called Sam. The boys came…"

At least ya called them idjits.

Angela gave a slight hum. She looked in the direction of the door to her room. "Bobby a group tried to attack me and Sam saved me. It was like they knew me but I didn't know them. I have no clue who they are."

Alright just calm down. Is there anything you can tell me about them?

"Uh they tried playing the part of the drunken group. We were near a bar so that was obvious," Angela replied. "Nothing unusual about them."

Angie, tell the truth. You know something and yer not sure of what to make of it are ya?

Angela rubbed her forehead. She couldn't rub her eyes but she could rub her head. It would help with the slight headache she was getting. Part of it was because her eyes felt sore and the other part was that her head still hurt. She did get a bump on the head from the explosion. At least it wasn't a concussion. She didn't need that.

She also wasn't sure about what to tell Bobby. Would he even think she wasn't crazy about her supposition? She put her hand to her forehead as if that would relieve the pressure. "The leader said something to me Bobby."

Well what did he say?

"Uh… he said…"

Angie?

"He said something in Ancient Greek to me. He made a reference to an old song." Angela paused to look around. She felt like someone was watching her even though there was no one in the room. It was that same creepy feeling and she couldn't help but think about what she dreamed about, which probably accounted for the headache that was coming on.

Well what song was it? And ya said it was Ancient Greek?

Angela couldn't answer. At the moment her head was pounding and she pressed her forehead against the wall. God that fucking hurt and it felt a lot worse. She recognized what the pain was from and she was confused about it. This was the second vision that hurt like a bitch and it felt stronger than before.

She was seeing what looked like the inside of a temple. It was lit by the ceremonial torches that accompanied such a place. There were symbols and sigils all over and the coloring was very familiar. It actually had a blend of two cultures. Standing at the head of the altar was a woman and she was hooded. Her features were hard to make out but Angela could feel the bad vibes coming from her. She was one badass mother.

The woman was facing a crowd of priests and guy dressed in suits. It was like a weird mixture of church and feds in the place. They were all looking at the ground at something lying there. Angela looked down and saw two bodies there. Her eyes widened in fear as the woman held something in her hand. She was chanting something.

Angela looked down and saw that the bodies were in the middle of a sigil. She recognized the sigil. She looked up and saw the woman. She was holding the object in her hand and she was saying, "After three thousand years, the Eye is now ours and we have a gift for you."

The sigil glowed illuminated the bodies. Angela reached out with her hand. She happened to look up and see a dark haired boy that looked like a younger version of Jason…

Angela blinked but she couldn't see a damn thing so it was hard to tell if she was out of the vision. The pain was still there but it was receding. She knew why Sam felt like hell when he had a vision and she didn't get it. Beings that were born with demon blood per se like her shouldn't have the headaches. Even beings of the supposed bloodlines from before ancient times shouldn't get headaches. This was something that bothered her greatly.

Angie? Balls answer me girl!

Angela jerked out of her thoughts to answer the phone, "Sorry Bobby. I… I just had a vision and it hurt like a mother."

What about Angie? Talk to me.

The voice was unusually calm and it was soothing to Angela. She replied, "Bobby… What do you know about the Eye of Horus?"


A/N: We learn a new trick of Cerebus and Bobby and Angie have a talk. Stay tuned for more on Blindsided...