Shut Up Dr. Phil, Part 2
Jenny was lying down on the sofa. Sam, Dean, and Angela watched her from near the kitchen.
"There were tiny beating hearts in my cupcakes," Jenny muttered. "There were hearts in my cupcakes, hearts in my cupcakes!" she repeated, becoming hysterical. "That's never happened before! Hearts in my cupcakes!"
Dean sighed. "Should I slug her?"
"Give it a second," Angela replied.
Jenny calmed down and looked at the hunters. "Oh, my God. What just happened?"
"You were hexed," Sam replied.
Jenny's brows furrowed. "Hexed? Who are you people? What the hell do I do?"
"What you do is you go in there and you pack a bag, you in get in your car, and you go," Dean instructed.
"Go where?" she frowned.
"It doesn't matter. Look, 500 or 600 miles should do it." Angela replied.
"You got someone real powerful, real pissed, and they're trying to get rid of you now," Sam added. "In line with that, you might want to cool things with Don Stark."
Jenny looked confused. "Don Stark? What are you talking about?"
"You and Don. You know." Dean replied suggestively.
"You know? There's no 'you know'." Jenny replied.
"No?" Sam raised his brows.
"Don Stark is my boss. That's it." She stressed. "He'd married, for God's sakes."
"Yeah, well…" Dean trailed off.
"Me and Don Stark." Jenny scoffed. Ew!"
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Don exited the building and looked at the dead plants around the base of the bust. As he watched and the Impala pulled up, the bust started to shake and the head cracked in two, the face falling to the ground. Maggie watched from the window and Don got into his car.
"Now she's just getting nasty," Dean commented. "Killing the girlfriend is one thing, but his commemorative bust? That's got to hurt."
"She'll take the whole town out, guys." Angela sighed. "She doesn't care who gets in the way."
Dean's phone rang and he quickly answered it. "Hey, Bobby. What do you got? Yeah? You think it'll take her out?" he asked. "Alright. No, I don't need to write it down. I'll remember. Go ahead." He assured. "Mm-hmm. The—wait. Hang on. Hang on." He gestured to Sam. "Yeah? Wait. Wa—ho—ho—hold on. Hold on. Hold on."
Sam handed over a diner menu and a pen.
"Okay, what was the, uh—what was that last one?" Dean asked. "Right. Uh-huh. I'll remember. It's fine."
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Dean was sitting at the kitchenette table in the motel, about to take a bite from a pie. Sam and Angela entered.
"Guys. Pie." Dean grinned excitedly.
Sam set a plastic bag down right next to the pie. Dean cringed.
"Ugh." Dean groaned. "That is—
"Chicken feet," Sam replied. "Just like the recipe calls for. Butcher's fridge is down."
"I can smell that." Dean pointed at the bag.
"Uh, says the power's been wonky and that he's lost so much product, he probably won't make rent," Sam explained.
"Ditto every shop on the block—nothing but burst pipes and blackouts," Angela added.
"Huh," Dean muttered.
"He says it's like all of a sudden, the town ran out of luck," Sam noted.
"So, coincidence, right?" Dean raised his brows. He picked up the bag of chicken feet and walked over to Sam and Angela.
"Uh…yeah," Angela replied. "We're past the point of dead flowers."
"What can I say?" Dean sighed. "I guess the witch is pissed. Alright, let's, uh—we better get a move on here. Why don't you just…" he held the bag out at arm's length. "C-can you take the feet?"
Sam held out a bowl and Dean dropped the bag into it. "Ugh," Sam muttered.
Angela wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Gross."
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Sam, Dean, and Angela pulled up in the Impala and saw flashing police and ambulance lights.
"What the hell?" Dean muttered.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela showed their badges to an officer at the door and entered the art auction room. They saw a pool of blood and Sue's covered body.
"Whoa," Dean said. "Clean-up on aisle seven."
"Okay, I don't think she'd do this to her own auction," Angela noted.
"No, obviously it was someone who hated her guys and wanted her party trashed," Dean replied.
Sam pursed his lips. "Don Stark."
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The three hunters exited the building and walked towards the Impala.
"So, the mister's a witch, himself," Dean commented. "That means we got not just one pissed-off witch. We've got two. It's full-on War of the Roses."
"Bewitched just got a lot less funny," Angela added.
"It's like when they switched Darrins," Dean replied.
The three got into the Impala and drove off. Chet watched them carefully from a parked vehicle nearby.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela were sitting in the Impala outside of the Stark house.
"Where is she?" Sam asked.
"She'll be here," Dean assured. "They've been throwing thunderbolts at each other's favorite toys. There's nothing left to destroy but each other. This is basically ground zero."
"I hope so." Angela sighed. "We're gonna need them both in the same place if we're gonna take them down."
Dean noticed Maggie's vehicle approaching. "Screens up, Captain."
The three hunters leaned down in their seats, so they couldn't be seen.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela heard fighting in the house and took that as their cue to go inside. Don and Maggie turned around as the door opened, revealing the hunters. Dean held a large bowl.
"Furor divina virtute in infernum eam detrude!" Angela chanted.
Sam lit a match and dropped it into the bowl. White smoke and steam rose, but other than that nothing happened.
"Let me guess—chicken feet?" Maggie asked. "Not chilled?"
Don sighed. "For obvious reasons, you won't be leaving this room." He added as he set his glass down and stood next to Maggie. "Well, you will be leaving—just not alive. Maggie?"
Don and Maggie raised their arms and started chanting in unison. "Puterea magiei negre…"
"Okay, plan B," Sam muttered.
Dean's brows furrowed. "What's plan B?"
"Talking," Sam replied.
"La suferinta…" Don and Maggie continued.
"Now? Really?" Dean scoffed.
"This is obviously a domestic dispute." Sam shrugged. "So, if you can't kill them, counsel them."
"Yeah. You know what? Not my area!" Dean snapped.
"Well, it's the only option we got, Dean," Angela replied.
"Supune-te ordinelor mele—
"Okay, okay, okay. Uh…" Dean cut in, setting the bowl down on a nearby chair. "Look—obviously, you two are capable of wiping each other out, right? But you haven't, huh?" Dean raised his brows. "Which means that you two—still value whatever it is you got. A-and you want to keep that dance going. Maybe it's—maybe it's punishment. Maybe it's—it's sick, messed-up, erotic, kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love."
"Okay, okay, that's—that's going way too deep, Dean." Angela stopped him.
"Look, what he's trying to say is that—is that you two—whatever it is, you're bonded," Sam noted.
"Are you out of your mind?" Maggie scoffed. "He cheated on me, humiliated me!"
"We're not trying to say what Don did was right," Sam assured. "When a relationship cracks, usually both parties have a hand in it."
"Indeed." Don agreed.
"You're defending him?!" Maggie exclaimed. She reached out an arm towards Sam, who fell to the ground in pain.
"Whoa! Okay, okay!" Dean cut in. "Okay, look—n-nobody can defend Don. Right? Uh, totally. But, uh, we get that you feel betrayed…because you were."
Don rolled his eyes. "Don't suck up to her." He replied as he sent Dean flying backward into a glass door.
"God, you two are terrible at marriage counseling," Angela muttered to herself.
"I was betrayed by all of them!" Maggie yelled at Don. "Carl introduced you to Wendy. Dewey covered for you. Wendy did you!"
Sam slowly got up. "Okay, okay, look…I got to say I-I don't think Don was lying when he said he regrets the whole Wendy thing."
"Oh, God, Sammy…awful word choice." Angela hissed.
"Thing?!" Maggie exclaimed. "Sit down." She said, waving her hand and causing Sam to fall to the ground again.
Sam groaned. "Yeah, affair—that's right, terrible."
"I think the only thing he regrets is getting caught." Maggie snarled at her husband.
"Wendy was nothing to me. It was over as soon as it started." Don assured.
Angela slowly walked towards the couple, and they turned to look at her angrily. Angela held up her hands slightly. "I-I just wanna say…Maggie, I've been cheated on." She said softly. "And it sucks, it does, I know."
Maggie relaxed slightly. "And how did you deal with it?"
"I was angry," Angela replied. "I was angry for the longest time. But Sam, h-he's right, it takes two for a relationship to crack. Just like it takes two for a relationship to thrive. I know the emotional toll it takes…to see the person you love with someone else. It hurts more than anything. And sometimes you lash out."
Maggie glanced at Don and then looked back at Angela. "Did you take him back?"
"We found a way back to each other," Angela corrected. "He acknowledged that what he had done was wrong, and he worked day and night to make it up to me, even though I was being stubborn and wouldn't listen. But he never quit. Because there are those relationships that you never, ever stop fighting for, Maggie. The life we live, it isn't easy, but we are happier than we've ever been. And I love him more than anything. Don't throw away what you have with Don because of a mistake. Work to fix it."
Maggie looked at Don and Don walked towards her.
"I made a mistake." He whispered. "I'm sorry, Maggie."
Maggie smiled softly and kissed Don, forgiving him.
Sam got to his feet and smiled. He gently pulled Angela to his side, wrapping an arm around her.
Dean stood up and leaned against the wall. "Well, I'm glad all it took was Angie stepping in. Could have avoided the nuking that my melon just took."
Maggie flicked her wrist to slam Dean against the wall. Don raised an arm and surrounded Dean's head with bees.
"Nice touch," Maggie smirked.
"Thank you." Don smiled.
Dean inhaled and spit out a bee. Maggie laughed.
"I could never kill you, Maggie." Don murmured. "All I ever wanted it you, Mags. I've been crushing on you since forever. You're the woman that I want to never grow old with."
"I could never murder you either, Don. It's crazy…But true." Maggie smiled before kissing him again.
"Somebody want to call these things off?" Dean asked. "Ex—excuse me!"
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Sam was driving the Impala and Angela sat next to him while Dean slept in the backseat.
"Your conversation with Maggie…it really got through to her," Sam noted.
"Yeah. Sorry for bringing that up again." Angela replied. "I figured it would help if she had someone to relate to."
"No, no, don't apologize. Clearly Dean and I aren't cut out for counseling." Sam smiled slightly.
"I meant what I said, though. It takes two for a relationship to crack." Angela sighed. "And back then, I-I probably wasn't as emotionally present as I should have been."
Sam shook his head. "Angie, no—
"Sam, I was a mess after Dean died. But, you're his brother and I should have been there more than I was." Angela interrupted.
Sam sighed, deciding it was best not to argue. "I'm just glad that we got another chance, that you gave me another chance. And another one after I had been soulless and everything."
Angela scooted closer to Sam and smiled. "What can I say, I'm never letting you go, Sammy. And you're never getting rid of me."
Sam grinned down at Angela. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
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Sam, Dean, and Angela entered their motel room. Dean set down his bag and took out his flask, taking a drink from it. Angels eyed him and Sam just raised his brows.
Dean noticed their looks and rolled his eyes. "Oh, give me a break."
"We didn't say anything." Angela defended.
"It's been a long day," Dean muttered.
"And it's not over yet," Chet said suddenly.
The three hunters spun around and Dean drew his gun.
"Hi, Sam. Hi, Dean." He greeted the brothers. "Hey, Angela." He added, looking at Angela.
"Do we know you?" Sam frowned.
"Well, I definitely know you," Chet replied. "You're the dead guys. Well, you will be a minute."
Dean shot Chet in the chest and black liquid started oozing from the wound as the bullet popped out. The three hunters looked equally confused.
"Sorry. You're a bit outmatched." Chet smirked.
Chet punched Dean, sending him sprawling to the floor. Sam stepped in front of Angela and Chet punched Sam, sending him across the room. Chet grabbed Angela by the throat and choked her. She gasped for air and clawed at his hands. Suddenly, Chet fell to the ground, electrocuted. Angela's hands flew to her throat and she breathed heavily. Don stood in the doorway and the brothers got up.
Sam walked over to Angela, worry evident on his face. "Are you okay, Angie?"
Angela nodded and hugged Sam tightly. "I'm good."
"Don." Dean greeted. "Well, thank you. We owe you."
"Good God." Don stared at Chet. "What is that thing?"
"I guess we should be figuring that out." Sam sighed.
"It is on our to-do list," Dean added.
"You know, find a bottomless pit and drop it in. Spell only lasts for a few days." Don warned. He walked to the beds and felt around under a mattress.
"Uh, what are you even doing here?" Angela asked.
"Apparently, saving your lives—twice." Don held up a coin. "Got it."
Sam's brows furrowed. "Maggie? Seriously?"
Don felt around under the second mattress.
"She was gonna kill us?" Dean asked. "We just saved your damn marriage!"
Don held up another coin. "Yeah, but to be fair, you also tried to kill her." He replied as he stood up. "You know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass. Got to love her, right?" he smiled. "Right. Bottomless pit. Ciao!" he added before he left.
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Sam closed the rear passenger-side door of the Impala. Chet was chained and in the backseat.
"Yeah, he's ready for transport," Dean said into the phone. "I just hope you got someplace you can put him, Bobby. Alright." He hung up and put his bag in the trunk. "We should hit the road. You two ready?" Dean walked to the driver's side.
"Hey, were you, um, were you listening to the Starks tonight?" Sam asked.
"Uh, a little, when I wasn't getting slammed into a wall or stung by bees," Dean replied.
"You notice how they, uh, you know, opened up?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah. Kudos on selling them that crap." Dean nodded.
"It wasn't crap, Dean. It worked." Sam sighed.
"Sam, I am so, very, very, very, very…very, very tired—
"Dean, like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about doesn't just go away," Angela commented. "It builds up, like whatever's eating at you right now."
"There's always something eating at me," Dean muttered. "That's who I am. Something happens, I feel responsible, alright? The Lindbergh baby—that's on me. Unemployment—my bad."
Sam sighed, frustrated. "That's not what we're talking about."
"Well, then, what the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"About whatever you're not telling us!" Sam replied. "Look, Dean, it's fine. You can unload. That's kind of what we're here for."
Dean just looked at the couple.
"I mean…we're good, right? You and Angie are good?" Sam asked.
"We're good," Dean replied before he got into the car.
Sam stood next to Angela for a moment looking somewhat hurt and frustrated. Angela sighed softly and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. She slid into the front seat and Sam followed, putting her in the middle before they quickly drove away.
A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This was definitely a fun one to write :) Also, I'm currently writing 7x14 and there's such a cute Sam/Angie scene, I can't wait for y'all to read it :) Love you guys!
~Emily