A/N ..not much to say. Work is soooo busy, hard to form a thought...
Bobby pulled the paperwork to one side that Angie had worked, on detailing possible methods of destroying
the harvester, and a few Sam had compiled from the day before. There was not much.
He looked up at Dean. "Why don't you guys go check out Mr Pervy, and we'll keep working on this"
Dean shook his head. "I'm not leaving you two alone"
"We're not alone" Sam said "Angie is here"
Dean thought about this for a minute, then turned to the girl. "There's gotta be more coins out there, at the
other sites."
She tilted her head, then nodded.
"Why don't you go, alone this time, and grab the coins, and when you get back, Nick and I will head off to Mr
Pervy."
"Consecrated iron" Angie replied.
"What's the what now?"
"Consecrated iron. There are some references to it being a deterrent. Do you have any?"
Dean looked at Sam "Do we?"
Sam nodded, and moved to the motel room door, Angie quickly following him. He smiled down at his little
body guard, and retrieved the blessed bullets from the trunk of the car. He divvied them up amongst the
hunters and the sheriff, and then Angie pulled on her jacket, ready to go.
"Take this" Bobby handed her a canteen of holy water, and she placed the strap around her neck "You can
put the coins straight in it. Got your coordinates?" She nodded, and with a rustle of wings, was gone.
Nick frowned. "You think she'll be okay on her own?"
Dean shrugged. "Dunno. But she's the strongest fighter we got. And we caint leave those coins around for
any one else to pick up. So, she's gonna have to be okay"
"She is a strange one. Those fangs? And I swear her eyes got even bigger. I know why she was hunted,
looking at her when she's like that"
Bobby sat at the table. "She's weird, all right, but she's not evil. There's no reason for her to be helping us,
but here she is. In fact, it's dangerous for her to help, if she uses her powers too much, she goes on the
radar of all the different nasties out there. Something she would prefer not to do."
Nick's cell phone screamed for attention, and he answered it, deep worry lines forming on his forehead as
he talked. It wasn't hard to pick that another burner had been found, and he hung up and looked at the
waiting faces. "I gotta go"
Bobby scowled. "You sure it's safe?"
"Well, the harvester hasn't really seen me, and I haven't actually touched any coins." He loaded his gun with
the bullets Sam had given him. "Maybe I can go to this one, you guys wait till Angie gets back to check out
our pedophile. I should be fine. Get me some of that holy water so I can pop the coin in, if I find it"
Bobby made him up a small flask of water and they saw him on his way. Dean shoved his hands in his
pockets, and watched the car drive off.
"Nice guy"
Sam nodded in agreement. "He sure is. I dunno how he's still covering for us, with all these dead bodies. I'm
expecting the real FBI any minute"
Dean looked up at his 'little' brother. "No jinxing us, dude"
"Besides" Bobby added. "We are the real FBI"
The brothers chuckled a little at this, and went back inside.
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Nick scoured around but couldn't find any coin. He's asked all of the officers at the scene, but no one could
find anything. As the body was being lifted into the body bag his eye caught the shape of a coin in the front
pocket of the deceased's pants, and he fished it out, hands covered with latex gloves, and popped it into
the flask. No one said anything at this unusual move, he guessed there were enough strange things
happening over the last few days that everyone was starting to accept the weird.
He flipped his phone on and rang the hunters, letting them know that this coin, at least, was safe for now.
They had no further news for him, and Angie had not returned.
He turned to get back to the crime scene, and noticed a woman standing off behind most of the crowd.
Police tape had cordoned off the area, but at least twenty people milled around, chatting, pointing and
acting the curious public. There was also the reporter from the local paper, he was speaking to the M.E.
Just off a bit was a blonde woman, shortish, long hair, t-shirt tied under her bust. She was watching
everything, then she turned, and he felt that she was looking straight at him. He flicked the phone on again,
and heard Dean's gruff voice answer.
"She's here, just watching. What should I do?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just keep an eye on her, but don't approach her, don't go any where near her. Put the coin in the
car, away from you."
Nick quickly complied, and the girl watched his every move.
"She's creeping me out" he told Dean.
"Get back here as soon as you can" the hunter replied.
"Should I bring the coin?"
Dean thought for a moment. "Wait there, at the scene. She hasn't hit anyone when there's been a crowd.
As soon as Angie comes back we'll send her for the coin. That way you're off this thing's radar. But Nick" he
could hear Dean take a calming breath "Stay close to others. Don't be alone, at any time. You get me?"
"Yeah, I get you. Don't worry, I have no intention of becoming barbeque for this thing. Talk soon"
He made sure not to be left alone, but after an hour, he started to worry. The crime scene was clear, and his
guys were packing up. He rang Dean again.
"Dunno man. We haven't heard from her. And she doesn't carry a phone. Is that thing still watching you?"
Dean asked.
Nick looked around. "I can't see her. Haven't for a while, now, but what if she's watching from somewhere
else?"
He paused for a moment "What if she's attacking Angie, right now?"
He could hear Dean talk to his fellow hunters. "Okay, maybe put the coin in the trunk, and beat it back here
top speed. Be careful. Don't take any chances, and have your gun ready, okay?"
"Cool. See you soon" He opened the car, setting down his gun to grab the flask, and put the flask in the
trunk, then he put his flak jacket over it. He didn't know if that would do any good, but it couldn't hurt. He
shut the trunk, this revealed a young girl standing there.
The harvester. Nick felt his stomach flip.
She tipped her head to one side, huge sunglasses hiding half her pretty face. He remembered how she was,
before. She was such a pretty thing, all the young men, any man, in fact, had all had a bit of a crush on
Virginia-Anne. Now she was different, she stood differently, he held her head like a dog would, tilting it in
that weird way…kinda like Angie did.
"You smell like that thing" she said.
Nick frowned, and reached for his gun. Damn…it was in the car! The harvester didn't notice anything.
"What thing?" he asked, buying for time as he started to slowly make his way back to the car door.
"That creature. The female. Stopped me from taking what was mine. You smell like it"
"I..um…I'm the sheriff. My job means I have to talk to a lot of people. Maybe this female is someone I talked
to?"
The harvester frowned, and seemed to think about that.
"Yes. That does make sense." She disappeared.
Nick let out his breath in a whoosh, he hadn't even realised he'd been holding it till then. He grabbed his
gun and put it back in his holster, and rang the hunters to fill them in.
He was still talking to Dean as he got into his car, and raced off towards the motel.
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Angie had not waited for the children to move on. She had searched there, carefully, watching the children
to make sure no one realised wheat she was doing, their squeals and laughter music to her ears. Their
scents were strong, but she could still detect the harvester, and also the scorched flesh and death of the
victim. So far there had only been the scent of one harvester, though she had only attended the burn sites.
The children moved off, and she walked around again, looking for the coin.
Nothing.
She searched on, moving her perimeter further than any of the other sites, but still could not find it. She
walked back again, and decided to give up. She had found all of the other coins fairly quickly, this one had
eluded her for over forty minutes, she was sure that it was not here.
She checked to see if anyone was watching her.
All clear. She disappeared.
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Nick raised his hand to knock on the motel door but it swung open instead, Bobby grinning at him. "Glad to
see yer still on two feet"
Nick huffed a laugh and went in.
Dean clapped him on the back. "Soil your pants?"
"Damn near. Any news on Angie?"
"Nada" Dean replied. A rustle of wings behind his back quirked a lop sided smile on his face. "We need to
hang a bell around her neck"
"What took you so long? Did the harvester show up?" Sam asked her.
She handed the canteen to Bobby, and shook her head. "I could not find the last coin. The one from the
basketball area. There were many people. Perhaps someone found it"
Sam gave her a grim smile. "At least you tried. Now here's something I wanna show you" he said, and
handed her a small cell phone. She tipped it over, looked at it from all sides, then gave him a puzzled frown.
"It's a cell phone" Sam told her. She gave him a pout.
"I can see what it is"
Sam smirked. "Do you know how to use one?"
She frowned deeper. "Yes"
"Okay, then, this one is yours. It's got all of our numbers in it, on speed dial, see?" he leaned over her and
showed her how to call his number, and his ring tone went off signalling it worked fine.
"Why do I need this?"
Sam bent his knees, making eye contact with her. "You were gone for over an hour. We didn't know where
you were, of if you were okay. This way" he tapped the phone "we can ring you". He stood straight.
"This is mine?" she asked him. "For me?"
Sam smiled. "Yes, Angie, for you. Doesn't mean we're engaged, or anything."
Dean laughed. He didn't often hear his brother spout movie quotes, and loved it the few times he did.
"You were concerned that I was not here to protect you" she nodded.
"Not just that" Bobby joined in. "We didn't know if you were hurt, or needed help. This way you can call in
the cavalry"
She smiled, small at first, then as she thought about it, beamed like a kid at Christmas time. "You would
come to help me?"
"That's right" Sam laughed.
"And this is my telephone?"
"Yeah"
She held it to her chest. Sam looked at Dean, then Bobby and Nick, they all found this very amusing.
"Um, Angie, we've helped you before"
"Yes, when I asked you to. This time, you will help me...you are offereing, without me asking..."
She smiled at him, and then put the cell in her jacket pocket. "I am going to have a cigarette" she mumbled,
and winked out.
"Dude, I think she was crying" Sam told his brother. Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Funny little thing, that one" he murmered.
Nick looked out of the window, and she was there, back turned, smoking. He could also see she had the
phone in her hands, turning it around, admiring it. "I don't think anyone's ever given her a present before"
he commented.
"Well, I've found a sigil that you place the coins on, to block them from the harvester." Bobby said, turning a
book around. "May as well try it. So many coins, close together, we don't wanna chance anything"
"Sounds good. When Angie's finished smoking, me and Nick will finally go find the other pedophile. If we
haven't lost him by now"
"Hope not" Nick agreed. He turned back to look out of the window. "Isn't it strange, that she smokes?" he
looked at Dean "I know that it won't cause cancer in her, or that kinda thing. But who smokes nowadays?"
Dean pulled out his gun and checked the clip. "You remember we told you about the controls? And you saw
all the silver?"
Nick nodded. "They hurt like hell. Smokes and booze take the edge off"
"Oh" Nick shrugged. "Okay. Sounds legit"
Bobby drew the sigil on the bathroom floor, the red chalk not damaging the tiles, but making an effective
base. He poured all of the coins, still in the holy water, into a bowl in the middle of the symbol, and put a
rosary in it as extra insurance.
Satisfied, he shut the bathroom door, and saw the three younger men watching Angie through the window.
"She still over come with the phone?"
Sam turned, his face lit in amusement. "She's like a little kid, sometimes. Funny how she can live here for
centuries and yet no one has ever gotten close enough to her to give her presents, or have her back when
she needs it"
"Strange life she must lead" Bobby agreed.
Angie turned and looked at the motel, as if she knew they were watching, then she disappeared. The guys
turned around, expecting her to materialise in the room behind them, but she didn't.
After several minutes of quietly waiting, Dean looked at his brother and Sam pulled out his phone to call her.
Just as he pressed dial, she appeared in front of him, her generic ring tone signalling her return. She just
looked at him, eyebrow quirked, and he hung up.
"Where were you?" Dean asked her.
"It is of no consequence" she answered, and sat at the table. The hunters just looked at her, confused.
"Are you going to check out the man who hurts children?"
Nick sat at the table with her, and rang his office. He talked for a while, writing down address and possible
locations, and ended the call.
"We cool?" Dean asked him.
"Yeah, ready to go. You got everything we need?"
Angie held her hand out to Dean, it was fisted, closed around something.
"What's this?" he didn't move to take it.
She tilted her head, then offered it to Nick. He opened his hand, and she dropped something in his upturned
palm.
"What are these? Medals? Saint Christopher?"
"What they are is not of consequence. They are made of iron, and they have been blessed. It may help you,
should you encounter the harvester"
Nick handed one to Dean, and he looked closely at it. They looked old, very old, and they were small
medallions, showing an angel, her wings outstretched, lambs at her feet. He turned it over, there was Latin
engraving on the back, but it was tiny and nearly rubbed off.
"What saint is this?" he asked. She just looked at him, not answering.
Sam held out his hand, and Dean gave it to him. Sam squinted at the tiny medal, then looked back at Angie.
"That demon that was chasing you, two years ago. He said that you were made a saint of small children
and animals, a long time back." He handed the medallion back to his brother.
"Angie, is this you?"
She ducked her head. "It is of no consequence. They are iron, and they are blessed. That is all that should
concern you"
Dean looked at the tiny figure on the medallion again. "This is you, isn't it" he smirked "St Angie, weird saint
of the hunter and perv"
She frowned, looking hurt. Sam jabbed Dean in the ribs. 'Stop it' Sam mouthed, and Dean gave him a pissy
look, but turned back to the girl at the table.
"These are great. Thanks Angie" Nick said.
"Yeah, thanks" added Dean. "I was just teasin'. Didn't mean nothin' by it"
Angie looked out of the window, ignoring him. Dean looked at Bobby, who was scowling at him. He rolled his
eyes, then moved closer to Angie, and clapped her on the back, hard enough that she had to hang onto the
table to save falling from her chair. "See, this is what friends do! They give each other presents, they help
each other out."
She looked up at him, and furrowed her brow, but her eyes had lit up. He smiled back, and hung the small
chain around his neck, tucking it under his shirt. Nick did the same, and gave Angie a thumb's up. He turned
to Sam, and whispered "Saint? Really"
Sam smiled and gave a little nod. "Yeah. Really. Long time ago, though"
"Okay, Angie, stand guard over my boys, here" Dean told her as he left, and she stood and walked to the
door.
"You don't have to actually stand, you know" Bobby told her. She smiled at him.
"I know. But if I need to react, it is better that I am standing. More efficient"
"Makes sense " the senior hunter agreed, and he and Sam returned to the table to find a way to stop the
harvester. Sam handed Angie a book without turning around, or baing asked, then he saw Bobby quirk an
eyebrow at him.
"Seems Dean's not the only one with the silent communication thing happening"
Sam frowned. "Yeah. Maybe."
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Nick pulled the car into the small gravel parking lot, the trailers in the park in front of him were neat and tidy,
flower gardens, trimmed lawns, washing flying on lines.
He turnes to Dean "Downright homely" he said.
Dean was frowning. "Except for that" He pointed, and up near a trailer, a few hundered yards ahead, a
small blonde woman was walking, her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
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