Spear of the Light

"I think you're being premature."

Sam didn't look up since he knew who it was and instead focused on checking on Jack. They had a plan to get Michael before he unleashed his supercharged monster army on the people. The plan was to get the spear from dark Kaia and the egg they used on Lucifer when he decided to hijack the president. The goal was to come on both sides to kill Michael.

He had failed to get the egg and Jack had been taken. He got Jack back and he found out that longtime friend and fellow hunter Garth had been made into a super werewolf. The guilt pained him since he begged Garth out of retirement to help them. Dean managed to get the spear, but they were outgunned from the start.

Panting after being released from Michael's hold, Sam glanced over to see Dean on the ground, trying to breathe after being in a chokehold. Castiel was down from injuries. It was then that Sam caught a glimpse of a pair of boots coming in his line of sight along with several sets of paws. He blinked and couldn't help but hiss low, "Angie."

Angela knew it was always better to be late than never. When it came to matters of the supernatural where the fate of the world was in play, you did everything you could within reason. Sometimes it took a little longer than others. She knew she was arriving rather late to the party, but she had to check in on something. Now, she was standing there, looking at Michael.

Sam long got over how intimidating she could be when she was in battle mode. He had watched her enough in a fight to know when she was going to go in for the kill. She was determined to get to Michael and ready to kill.

Michael looked at the newcomer with a raised brow. Slowly he grinned and paced in front of her. "Israfel."

Angela had pulled out Absolution and it had taken the form of the twin blades. Sam knew that Absolution had evolved beyond the blade he once knew it to be. It was to be the blade of the angel that once wielded it and they would know how to make it visible. He watched as she twirled them saying, "Michael."

Michael merely smirked, "Good."

It was quick and one of those things that belonged in the movies. Angela moved to counter Michael's strikes while defending against his blows. Sam winced when Michael gave a particularly hard blow to Angela's body and she countered with one that was equally hard. He knew it took a lot of strength to give injuries that would leave a mark. It took a car slamming into her hand to break a couple of bones in it and she broke a couple of ribs fighting a half god. He only heard stories about her beating the crap out of an archangel and believed that she could.

Angela took a swipe with Absolution and backed into a defensive position and said in Enochian, "You are betraying Father by harming the humans."

Michael replied in Enochian before delivering a powerful kick, "You betrayed us by siding with them. They are weak and insignificant."

Angela hit the wall, creating a sizeable dent. She landed on the floor on one knee panting heavily. She looked at Michael and her eyes flared, and a low growl emanated from her throat. "They are not weak."

Sam wanted to say something. Jack didn't know the full extent of the effects of Angela's fallen grace on her person. Dean knew to a degree. Sam knew and knew that there were some things that hadn't been discovered yet. He looked at his brother as Dean struggled to get to his feet. He then looked at the spear and then at Angela.

Angela sprung forward with a growl, leaving Absolution embedded in the floor and grappled with Michael. They squared off and started throwing punches and kicks until Michael got the upper hand and managed to get his hand around her throat and lifted her off her feet. Sam's eyes were wide open as he faced the possibility of actually losing his wife as Michael glared at her and said in Enochian, "Now, I will kill you as I did before."

Before Michael could make good on his threat, Dean had managed to get to his feet and grab the spear. Sam watched his brother jump into the fight, but he noticed that Angela looked grim. It was the kind of look that she got if something unexpected, no something she didn't want to happen, and it did. It was the look that said she knew something more was going on.

They never had many secrets. After all these years, it was a hard learned lesson that they never benefited anyone, and it had led to more near wreckings of their relationship. Yet Sam knew that he didn't know everything about her. He understood that five hundred plus years' worth of memories and habits were not an easy thing to change and he was patient about it. She kept her promises and mentioned it when it was relevant and when it was too much for her to keep to herself. Sometimes she told him flat out.

But she was also a tactician. She was a warrior down to her very bones. It didn't matter that she, and him, were reincarnated angels with a soul. It was who she was. When planning against an attack, she calculated like the most well versed veteran soldier in history. And she met a few of them too. He knew the value of keeping some knowledge a secret. He always suspected that she was suspicious of something when she came back. He just didn't know what. Now, he sensed that this was the thing she was worried about.

Angela had joined Dean using her hands and feet to fight Michael. Dean had managed to slice Michael with the spear and Sam could sense that he was getting a second wind because he landed a blow. Anyone would who had come out bloodied from a fight with an angel. Angela had taken the opportunity to charge in, her hands glowing and Sam could recognize the transmutation circles common in alchemy magic.

"Alchemy," Michael said with a nod.

"With a twist," Angela said as she maneuvered her hands and landed a glancing blow, but it was clear that it hurt Michael as he stepped back looking in shock and pain.

It had allowed Dean to get in with the spear. He shoved it forward until it was just under Michael's chin. To Sam it looked like it was going to do the trick, that Dean would kill Michael. But Dean didn't move. He hesitated and it cost him.

Sam felt hope being dashed to the ground when Dean broke the spear. It almost crushed him when his brother turned, and it showed that Michael was in control. Angela wasn't showing any emotion, but Sam could feel her pain. Even after all these years of learning to cope with the soul bond they shared, some things still leaked through. She was in pain. It was the pain of loss, but he also sensed anger. It was small, but he sensed that it would turn into a maelstrom if left unchecked.

"Dean was… resisting me. He was too attached to you, to all of you. Especially you, Israfel. He wouldn't stop squirming, to get out, to get back. So, I left… but not without leaving the door open… just a crack."

Sam absorbed the words that Michael was saying. He knew the answer to the question burning in his mind as Castiel asked out loud, "Why wait?"

Michael looked at them. The once charming grin that often had Angela smile and tease him looked dark and menacing as he replied, "To break him, to crush and disappoint him o completely that, this time, he'll be nice and quiet for a change. Buried. And his. He's gone."

Sam felt the rise in anger and automatically reached out and grabbed Angela's jacket sleeve. She had summoned Absolution to her side, and it shifted back into its single blade form that he remembered when she killed the dragons. He swallowed slightly when Michael chuckled cruelly at them.

"How amusing, Israfel," Michael mocked, "You have always sided with these pitiful weaklings in my world. And in this one… you are the same. Weak."

Angela stared at Michael before replying, "And hubris was always the same for you. A pity that when this is over you will be ended."

Michael chuckled at her, "I don't think so. Not when I have you where I want you, sister." He picked up the tumbler of whiskey and took a drink. Once he set it down, he continued, "And now… I have a whole army out there waiting for my command. Ready… for this." He held up his hand.

Sam recognized that gesture so well. He had seen it plenty of times when the idea of angels was really was driven home. He realized what was happening and put it together after Garth attacked him but against his own free will.

"That is where you are mistaken, Michael," Angela said. She was staring at Michael with a look.

Sam could see the determination, the fight in her eye as well as regret and sorrow. She hadn't wanted it to come to this. He glanced between them as Angela raised Absolution and pointed it at Michael. Sam caught his breath when Michael snapped his fingers.

"Hujum!"

A/N: Looks like Angie suspected Michael was up to something and made her own plans. Tag to The Spear.