Fallen Idols Part 2

Dean grabbed his shirts out of a drawer and shoved them in her bag. "Ready to blow this joint?"

Sam and Angela came out of the bathroom, zipping up their toiletries bags.

"Guys, didn't it strike you as strange the way Gandhi just… vanished?" Sam asked.

"Strange how?" Dean asked.

"Well, Sam's right, no screaming, no big flame-out, I mean, that isn't the way ghosts usually go." She shrugged.

"Angie, you torched it, he vanished." Dean assured.

"Yeah, but—Sam sighed. "Also, I feel like he was… trying to take a bite out of me."

"A bite?" Dean and Angela asked.

"Yeah, like he was hungry." Sam replied. "But the thing is, Gandhi, or, the real Gandhi, he was a—

"A what?" Angela asked.

Sam hesitated.

"Sam, spit it out." Dean said.

"He was a fruitarian." Sam replied.

Dean stared at Sam, then laughed. "Let me get this straight." Dean said. "Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?"

"Dean." Angela said.

"That's not the point." Sam told Dean.

"That is good." Dean laughed. "That is, even for you, that is good."

"Look, I'm just saying, I'm not so sure this thing is over." Sam sighed.

Dean spread his arms. "It was a ghost. It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let's go." Dean picked up his bag.

"So first you and Angie drag me into town, and now you're dragging me back out, Dean." Sam replied.

"You ain't steering this boat." Dean said. "Let's go, chop, chop." Dean walked towards the door.

"You know, this isn't gonna work." Sam sighed.

"Sam…" Angela looked up at him. "Don't say that…" she whispered.

Dean stopped and turned. "What isn't?"

"Us. You, Angie, me, together, I-I thought it could, but it can't."

"You're the one that wanted back in, chief." Dean replied.

"And you guys are the ones who called me back in." Sam sighed.

"Sam, I'm on board with you on this whole ghost, not-ghost thing." She said. "But you and Dean still have some trust building to do, and you and I sure have some relationship building to do."

Sam sighed. "How long am I gonna be on double-secret probation?"

Dean shrugged. "Till I or Angie says so."

"Look. I know what I did. What I've done." Sam replied. "And I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you're not making it any easier."

"So what are we supposed to do, just let you off the hook?" Dean asked.

"No. You can think whatever you want." Sam replied. "I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you two'll never punish me as much as I'm punishing myself, but the point is, if we're gonna be a team, you, Angie and I, it has to be a two-way street."

"So we should just go back to the way it was before?" Dean asked.

"No, because we were never that way before. Before didn't work."

Dean and Angela frowned a bit.

"How do you think we got here?" Sam asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Angela asked curiously.

"One of the reasons I went off with Ruby… was to get away from Dean." Sam admitted.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"It made me feel strong. Like I wasn't your kid brother."

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No, it's my fault. All I'm saying is that, if we're gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can't just fall into the same rut."

Dean shook his head. "What do you want me to do?" Dean asked.

"You're gonna have to let me grow up, for starters." Sam replied.

Dean's cellphone rang. He stared at Sam, then put his bags down and answered it.

"Yeah?" he asked. He looked to Sam, then away again. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Dean hung up. "I guess you and Angie were right about this not being over."

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Sam, Dean and Angela, back in suits, walked in and headed straight over to Carnegie, who was sitting at a desk.

"Sheriff Carnegie?" Angela asked.

"Sheriff, what happened?" Dean asked.

"I, uh, uh…." Carnegie shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know!"

He indicated the interview room where two young women were sitting at the table, crying. Dean, Sam and Angela walked in.

"Excuse us, girls." Angela said. "Hi, we're here with the FBI."

"Can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked.

"It was horrible!" girl 1 exclaimed.

"Way horrible." The second one agreed.

"What was horrible?" Sam asked.

"I thought she'd be nice!" girl 1 cried.

Girl 2 looked at Girl 1. "I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?" Dean asked.

"She took Danielle!" girl 2 exclaimed.

"Who?" Angela asked.

The girls looked at each other.

"It's okay, you're safe, just tell us." Sam said. "Who took your friend?"

"It was… Paris Hilton." Girl 2 said.

Dean, Sam and Angela stared.

"Sorry?" Angela asked.

"She looked really good, though."

"Skinny!"

"Skinny and fast."

"Mm."

"What, wait, huh?" Dean asked.

"Uh, um… where did they go?" Sam asked.

Girl 1 shook her head. "We don't know."

"They just vanished."

"Would you excuse us for just a minute?" Angela asked.

Dean, Sam and Angela walked back to the doorway and spoke just above a whisper.

"Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" Dean asked.

"Pretty sure, no." Angela replied.

"Which means it's not a—

"Ghost. No." Sam finished.

"So, what? Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac—

"Or we missed something." Angela shrugged.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Dean asked.

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Sam, now in blue scrubs, was looking through Cal's files. He read through the notes and frowned when he found something. He pulled out Cal's body from the freezer and used a scalpel to cut open Cal's chest, then pushed his gloved hand inside. There was a squelch and Sam closed his eyes and breathed out.

"That's right." He muttered.

Sam frowned and pulled his hand out, fingers covered in blood. He held up two small round things.

"What the hell?" he asked.

~/~\~

Sam, back in his suit, came out of the building to meet up with Dean and Angela. Sam shook his head and sighed.

"I can't believe I missed it." Sam said.

Dean and Angela stood up and walked with Sam back to the Impala.

"Missed what?" Angela asked.

"Went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss. Major."

"Oh, well, being a gory smear will do that to you." Dean replied.

"No, I-I mean more blood loss than a-a car crash or a head wound should cause, almost like it—

"Something's feeding." Angela finished.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Awesome." Dean said sarcastically.

"And then—Sam took out a plastic bag. "There were these."

Dean and Angela looked at the bag; it contained the two things Sam found. Dean picked up the corner to inspect them closer.

"What are those, seeds?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. They were in both vics' bellies." Sam replied.

Dean took his hand off the bag quickly.

"Babe, I hope you washed your hands." Angela said.

"They're unlike any seed I've seen before, guys." Sam commented.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Angie, could your boyfriend be any geekier?" he asked as he got into the Impala.

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Sam was on his laptop again, the seeds out of their bag and sitting on the table next to him. Dean and Angela were on their beds, both on their laptops. Sam grinned.

"Yahtzee." Sam said.

"What?" Dean and Angela asked.

"The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country."

"Where are they from?" Angela asked curiously.

"Eastern Europe. From a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, 30 years ago."

"So?" Dean asked.

"So, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms—

"And let me guess." Dean said. "He liked to munch on his fans."

Sam chuckled. "Yep. Could be appeased only with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds."

Dean and Angela got up and came over to Sam.

"So how's he doing it?" Angela asked. "What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?"

"Hm. It's as good a guess as any."

"Yeah, well, whatever." Dean replied. "How do we kill him?"

"Says here to chop off his head with an iron axe."

Dean nodded. "All right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton."

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Sam, Dean and Angela entered, Dean carrying the axe, Sam and Angela flashlights, and walked past the now haltless Abraham Lincoln wax model. They split up and searched separate rooms. Sam came across a door with signs on it reading 'Sorry for the inconvenience, CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS' and 'DANGER DO NOT ENTER'. He whistles and Dean and Angela met up with him.

They broke the latch and opened the door, pushing through a plastic sheet to find a room decorated like a clearing in the woods, with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch. Sam noticed a young woman, who must be Danielle, standing next to a tree and tied by her wrists to it.

"Hey." Sam ran over and checked her pulse.

"She alive?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Barely." Sam replied.

The axe flew out of Dean's hand and embedded itself in a tree on the other side of the path. Dean spun around to find Paris Hilton; this must be the Leshi. She grinned and punched Dean multiple times in the face, sending him to the ground. She flipped her hair as Sam and Angela lunged at her, but she shoved them and sent them flying across the room. They collided with the front wall of the house and fell to the ground, unconscious. Dean shook his head and looked up to see the Leshi standing over him.

"Awesome." The Leshi smiled as she raised her stiletto-clad foot and stomped on Dean's face.

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The Leshi sat on a tree stump near the house with another tree stump serving as a table next to her. Laid on it were various knives; she picked one up and began to file her nails, causing small sparks. Dean, Sam and Angela were tied to three trees side-by-side, in the same fashion as Danielle. They woke up one after the other and struggled for a second before they realized where they were.

"Oh. I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge." The Leshi said.

Sam, Dean and Angela looked at each other.

"Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it." Dean pulled at his ropes discreetly.

"I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately." The Leshi said. "So it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change."

"Just like the good old days, huh?" Angela asked.

"You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces."

"Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods forest god, huh?" Dean asked.

The Leshi stopped filing her nails with a threatening glare. "No. Not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant."

"March of progress, sister." Dean said.

Leshi filed her nails a few more times. "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy."

Dean made a face.

"But then, the best thing ever happened." She put the knife down. "Someone tripped the apocalypse. And I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door."

"Yeah. But they're not your fans." Sam retorted.

"So?" the Leshi asked. "They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton… whatever. I'll take what I can get."

"You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first god we've met, but you are… the nuttiest." Angela said.

"No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones." The Leshi said. "You used to worship gods. But this?" she indicated her Paris Hilton disguise. "This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?"

Sam frowned and Angela frowned. Dean raised his eyebrows, nodding.

"You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly."

"I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself." Dean shrugged.

He winked and clicked his tongue at the Leshi. She got up and stalked over to him.

"Maybe, but… there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy."

"Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh… you can't eat me." Dean replied. "See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax."

Sam looked at Dean and frowned.

"No. but I can totally read your mind, Dean." The Leshi smirked. "I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?"

Dean didn't reply. She smirked and walked over to the tree with the axe embedded in it. When her back was turned, Dean pulled at his ropes again."

"And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up."

She went to touch the axe when Dean finally pulled his wrist free of the ropes. He sprinted across the clearing and tackled the Leshi to the floor. Sam and Angela pulled desperately at their ropes as the Leshi managed to kneel on top of Dean and punched him repeatedly in the face. Sam and Angela finally pulled free and Angela dashed over the clearing. Dean got a punch in and threw the Leshi off of him as Angela pulled the axe from the tree. Dean rolled out of the way and Angela brought the axe down five times on the Leshi's neck. Her head rolled free of her body and Angela panted in exertion, her face covered in blood. Dean, still on the floor, looked up at Sam and Angela, both of them grinning. Dean held up a finger.

"Not a word." Dean warned.

"Dude." Angela laughed. "You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!"

"Shut up." Dean lied back down and grunted in pain, holding his head.

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Dean, Sam and Angela, carrying their bags, were walking to the Impala. Dean was talking on his cellphone.

"Uh-huh. All right. Thank you." Dean hung up. "Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be all right. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that—

"Glad she's okay." Angela smiled.

"It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton." Dean chuckled. "That oughta be good."

Dean took out his keys and opened up the trunk of the Impala. They put their bags inside.

"Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you."

Sam looked at him.

"Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal."

"You didn't know." Sam replied.

"Yeah, well, neither did you." Dean said.

Sam looked down.

"I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith."

"And start the apocalypse."

"Which none of us saw coming, I mean, who's have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?" Angela said.

"Point is, I was so worries about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you." Dean said. "For that, I'm sorry."

"Me too." Angela whispered. "I was caught up in being angry and I was seeing red. I'm sorry, Sam." She murmured.

"Thanks." Sam smiled softly.

Dean closed the trunk and took the keys. "So where do we go from here?"

"The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this."

"What's that?" Angela asked.

"Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with Dean and Michael and you and Sophia, maybe there's no changing that."

"Well that's encouraging." Dean muttered.

"But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting."

Dean considered this, then nodded. "I can get on board with that."

"Me too." Angela smiled.

Sam nodded. "Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level."

"You got it." Dean grinned.

Angela stood on her toes and kissed Sam. "Definitely."

Sam smiled and nodded again.

"I saw we get the hell outta here."

"Hell yeah." Sam and Angela agreed.

They turned to go to their respective sides of the car, but Dean stopped and looked down at the keys.

"Hey." Dean said.

Sam turned around, then Dean, and Dean held out the keys. "You wanna drive?"

Sam looked down at the keys. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I could, uh… I could use the nap." Dean replied. "Angie, go sit next to your boyfriend." He smiled.

Sam and Angela smiled a little and Dean handed Sam the keys. They got in the car and drove away.

A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the chapter 3 I did okay on my AP test, I got a high C, which is better than I thought I'd do. Thank you for the good luck wishes 3 Love you guys!

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~Emily