A/N Thank you for reading, and a special thank you to my wonderful reviewer!
Angie looked at the demon woman. "What are you called?" she asked her.
The demon seemed pleased she had gained the attention the woman she was enthralled to. "This human is called Helen." She answered. "But when I was human, I was called George. George Fowler."
Dean snickered. "Why the girlie suit, then?" he asked. 'George' gave him a look that answered his question.
"Oh. Oh. Whatever floats your boat dude…dudette"
"You said the name of the demon that is in charge of you?" prompted Angie.
"Bayemon" Helen answered. "He is a prince of Hell. He was sent up just to hunt you. They are very excited, down there, at the thought of him getting closer. Apparently last time you were there you caused quite a stir."
"Wait, what? You were in hell?" Sam asked and Dean and Bobby showed equal surprise on their faces. Cas just stood stoically, not speaking, but his expression was angry.
"It was a millennia ago. It matters not" Angie assured them.
"Oh, sister, we got a lot of storied to tell here" said Dean.
"She went through the place and killed thousands of the demons there'" Helen shared. "She tore down half the realms of hell, they said she only had to look at a demon and 'poof'…"
"Enough!" broke in Angie. "This matters not. This is not for you to discuss, do you understand? You are to say no more of this" she commanded Helen, who looked hurt, and dropped her chin like a scolded child.
"Maybe it matters not to you, girlie" Bobby told her "But it may mean a hell of a lot to us." Angie just looked at him. "What about you, Cas, have you heard of this before today?"
Cas nodded. "I had heard that there was a war down there, but we never really knew what happened, or who caused it" he said, once again turning his angry gaze on Angie, brow furrowed tighter than ever.
"Why did you go to Hell, Angie?" asked Sam, his soothing voice in full play, his sincere eyes giving their full puppy dog look.
She met his gaze, her massive eyes not a bright as before, her full lips down turned, and a genuine sadness filled her features.
"A friend, someone I knew, made a foolish deal" she said "I went to get them out."
Sam refused to look at his brother. "You rescued someone from their crossroads deal?" he asked instead.
Angie nodded. "Their soul would have been in torment forever. I could not let this happen" She sighed. "But I have learned not to do this ever again."
She caught Dean's eye, and her sadness filled him. "I should never again breach the gates of Hell, as they would be ready for me. I may never be able to leave."
Dean just looked at her. She could save someone from Hell?
His dad, maybe, himself? As she said, it mattered not. It was too late now. Much, much too late…
Angie sighed, and dragged long and hard on her cigarette. "I have to be careful. I have been hunted
throughout the ages, by demons, angels, my people…"
Cas stepped forward. "Your people? There are more of you?"
She shook her head. "Not more of the same. There is no one the same." She looked at him, his alarm in
thinking there were more of her not quite dissipated. "The people who pursue me, they are where I am from. I am not supposed to have left there. I am not supposed to be here. It is dangerous for here. Dangerous for there, now that I have escaped."
She looked at the men watching her, and sighed deeply. "This is of no consequence, at this time. The demon must be stopped. Will you continue to help me?'
"Of course" Sam assured her. "Nothing changes. You still can't fall into the wrong hands." He turned to stare Cas down "For any reason". He gave Angie a reassuring smile, and she smiled back. He felt his cheeks begin to color, her smile making him feel self conscious. His brother flicked the back of his head. Great. Like Dean wouldn't notice if he was uncomfortable.
"Ok. Great. Um. Research. Let's get the laptop fired up" he covered, but Bobby's smile assured him that both men had noticed his discomfort.
Bobby picked up the handful of books Cas had brought him, and cocked an eyebrow at Dean. "What was the name of the demon again?"
"Bayemon" replied Helen. "He is one of the princes of Hell".
Castiel took one of the books from Bobby, and opened it to a page as if he'd had it marked, and handed it to Dean.
"Bayemon" read Dean. "Mighty prince of hell, and we need a flaming sword of heaven to gank him." He looked at Cas. "Where do we get a flaming sword of heaven?"
"Ah, I think I can help there" called out Sam, and spun the lap top for the others to see.
Dean read the page Sam showed him, then looked at Cas. "Cas, is there something you wanna tell us?" he asked.
Cas put on his most innocent face. "I have no idea what you mean" he said.
"I do" said Helen. "It's her." She pointed at Angie. "She is the flaming sword of the heavens"
~0~
Dean stood at the door to the diner, his hand on the glass, ready to open it, but he hesitated. "Dude, this is so whack" he complained to his brother. "I'm about to buy a soy burger for a creature more powerful than the host of heaven? Tell me, in what universe, is this normal?"
"Well, Dean" Sam pushed the door open "She is hungry"
They walked up to the counter, and Dean placed his order, enough to feed the hunters and Angie, the angel and the demon they were leaving to fare for themselves.
"And a vegetarian." Dean shook his head as they sat at a booth, waiting for their order to be filled.
"So" Sam started "What do we do now? Cas is ready to try and smite her, Bayemon wants to harness her power, her mysterious 'people' are trying to get her back, and we're stuck in the middle"
"Plus, I think my brother has a crush on her" Dean added.
"Not relevant, dude" Sam felt his cheeks colour, and realised it was more from Dean teasing him than any actual feelings he had for Angie.
"What is it with you and monster chicks?" Dean asked.
"Dean, I don't have a crush on her. It's not like that. It's just that...um" he squirmed in the viny seat. "When you're close to her, she kinda makes you feel...um"
Dean laughed at his brother's distress. "What? Pheromones? Monster powers?" he laughed, "Big green alien eyes?"
Sam looked at his lap, his hands twisting with discomfort. "She smells like candy."
Dean actually roared with laughter, and the diner staff looked over to see what all the fuss was over.
"Anyway, Dean, if we can focus for a minute." Sam cleared his throat. "That legend I found about the flaming sword of Heaven that the angels protect..."
"Yeah" Dean was there with him. "If she is the sword of Heaven, and they protect it...how come the angels hunted her?"
"Maybe she's not the sword we're looking for. Or maybe the angels don't protect it in the way we think. Maybe they guard it from anyone getting their hands on her..."
~0~
Bobby answered the motel room door, his face showing annoyance. "Last time you leave me here with the good, the bad and the ugly" he grunted.
"Where's Angie?" Sam asked, and Dean poked him in the back.
"Maybe she's making candy" he teased.
"Shower" Bobby answered. "Got all excited at the thought of it. Demon Boy George got her some clothes."
As if on cue she walked out of the bathroom, steam surrounding her like smoke from a sound stage. She wore only her panties and a white t-shirt, and was drying her hair with the tiny motel towel.
Sam gasped despite himself, and again felt self conscious, until he realised that both his brother, Bobby and Cas stood, dumfounded, as Angie tousled her dreadlocks with the threadbare towel.
Her legs were longish for such a short person, and slim and tanned. Her tiny feet were perfect, and her large breasts bobbed under the t-shirt, though she seemed unaware of the picture she created. If not for her overly large eyes, she would be a vision of beauty.
"I got some pants for you, and some shoes" Helen's drawl broke the silence. "And socks. I got three different types, as I didn't know what you'd like, so I got sport socks, and.."
"This will do" Angie said, cutting her off and taking the first pair of socks offered. She then noticed all of the men staring at her, and tilted her head.
"Oh, um, we got you some food" Dean stammered, and put the bags on the table, where all three hunters made themselves busy opening up the bags and sorting out the various burgers.
Cas still just stared at Angie.
She pulled on her jeans, then socks, and finally the western style boots Helen had procured for her, Cas watching the whole time. He just stood, staring, not saying a word. Finally Dean noticed him.
"Stop that. You're creeping me out" Cas turned to his friend, his face a scowl, his temper plain to see. "Spill it, dude" Dean commanded "You look like you're going to blow a gasket, or something"
Cas gave a half nod towards the door, and led Dean out into the parking lot, the sun starting to set behind them.
"This is not right" Cas started, and Dean folded his arms, leaned against his car and waited for the onslaught.
"How can we feed and clothe this thing? She clearly is a monster. We should be looking for ways to put her down, that way everyone is safe from her power. Not entertain her and give her a choice of socks!" Cas turned and shook his head, his back to his friend. "She has more power than should be allowed, and we are pretending there is nothing to worry about".
Dean drew a deep breath. "That's it, isn't it?" he said. "She has all this power, and she is the only one in
control of it."
Cas whirled to face him. "That's not it. She is clearly a monster"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I see a monster there, too. But is she evil? She hasn't done anything to threaten us. She hasn't hurt anyone. In fact "he stood, and stretched his arms, his back popping with the strain "she has done all she can to fly under the radar. It's this big time demon we need to gank, and get Angie settled back into her witness protection program. Besides, I don't think we have anything to put down a being of her pay grade."
Bobby poked his head out of the motel door "You boys finished with your pow wow? Coz we got somethin' goin' down in here" and he led them back into the dingy room.
Helen was crouched on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, and she was rocking back and forth. Dean looked at his brother, who shook his head.
"She just started moaning and muttering that he's coming"
"Who's coming?" Cas asked.
Angie looked up from the table, her mouth stuffed with fries. "Bayemon" she mumbled around the food.
A/N A quick one, I know...but I needed to get a bit of a filler here...