Chapter 10

"You used C4?"

Dean looked at Angela as she stared at him like he had lost his mind, "What was I supposed to do? We needed a blade forged with dragon's blood and the damn thing was stuck in a boulder."

"I don't know," Angela rolled her eyes slightly, "Do something like call me." She narrowed her eyes at Dean. "Since there are less damaging ways."

"Oh yeah, like what?

"Liquid nitrogen in key places, a couple of taps…" Angela put her hands on her hips. "Or I could have pulled it out myself."

"You?"

"I know the story and there are blades that require that."

"Don't tell me you know about Excalibur."

"No," Angela replied as she crossed her arms over her chest. She waited until Dean had a look of relief before saying, "But I did use the blade of St. George once."

Dean made a face as he looked at Angela before she started pacing. He had come back to find her and Sam sitting next to each other like they were discussing the mortgage. They looked like they were in deep discussion when he announced that they had the means of killing the dragon that they were hunting.

Sam was amused that Angela was scolding his brother but also surprised that she really knew her blades. She moaned about the fact that it had been broken and that it was going to take considerable effort to re-forge the blade. It wouldn't surprise him if she knew someone who know someone who had an idea how to fix it. At the moment he was looking at what Dean brought back and it felt like he was holding the demon killing knife. "What are we supposed to do with this, give it a booster shot?"

Dean was already feeling like a kid getting scolded for tracking mud into the house. He looked at Sam and replied, "It's what we got. We just have to get closer. That's all." He took back the blade. "So where are we on the caves?"

Sam decided to be contrary with Dean some more. "Nowhere."

"You're kidding me?" Dean looked at Sam.

"On the other hand," Sam continued as if Dean hadn't interrupted. It was better to do it since he wasn't sure how to address what he learned from Castiel earlier. "Sewers. Check this out." He gestured at the map on the table that showed a layout of the sewer lines. "So two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here," he pointed on the map, "So I figure we start there and work our way around."

"Awesome. Who doesn't love sewers?"

"I for one," Angela answered. She fished the debris out of her jacket. "I found this earlier when I was inspecting the crash site. I didn't think much of it then but it didn't smell like regular debris. I just kept it. So, assuming this is dragon skin, Zep should be able to track it."

"You think it's a good idea to take them down there?" Dean looked at Angela with a raised brow.

"They are Wilders. They are hunter's dogs," she replied in a matter of fact tone.

Dean thought about it for a moment. He knew that they were going to walk into dangerous situations and that was their job. "Ok then. Let's go." He went to grab the gear they would need when he turned to see Sam looking like he had something to say and Angela looking like she was still miffed over the blade. He knew that there was something more to it.

Sam sighed. There was something he wanted to say but decided against it, "Uh nothing. Let's go."

Dean looked at Angela with a wary eye as she leaned over to grab Absolution and sling it over her shoulder while at the same time pick up her newly sharpened chakram and put it on her belt. She had pulled back her hair to make a short braid that acted like a tie. The rest of her hair hung down her back giving her a severe look, like a warrior ready to do battle. He sensed that there was something that Sam wanted to say and a small voice told him that maybe Sam figured out something about the past year.

Angela studied Dean. She was miffed that he damaged a priceless artifact and something that was a rarity. She knew that the dragon blades and specialty blades were rare and treasured. Some were with private collectors and others were secure within the vaults of some of the orders that protected people, the Centurion in particular. She also knew of a few family owned blades that were famous in their own right. She was less annoyed at the fact that Dean left a few things out when he told her what happened the past year and a half. She was annoyed and she was inclined to believe Castiel since that angel sucked at lying. She decided to follow Sam's lead since she sensed he was more annoyed than she was.

Following Sam out the door, she reached out and grabbed his free hand and gave it a squeeze. She just wanted to reassure him and he accepted it. She was prepared to deal with Sam being upset with her since she knew more than he did but he didn't get angry with her. Rather he just… it puzzled her slightly since this was like the time Dean tried to hide the fact that he made a deal to bring Sam back from the dead so long ago. She decided to let Sam explain it and on his own time.

Sam had plenty he wanted to say to Dean about what he learned but he decided that the job came first. They had to save those girls if they were still alive. He grabbed his jacket and some other odds and ends that might help in terms of the usual and a few things that were useful for busting down doors. He didn't expect the hand squeeze from Angela but appreciated it all the same. He wasn't angry that she knew more than he did. He noticed that she seemed annoyed and figured there were a few things that Dean didn't tell her. Besides, he wasn't going to jump down her throat when there were other things to worry about regarding her. It would come later. Now was the job.

They made it to the sewers and set the dogs loose. They were ready and eager to work. Zeppelin especially seemed excited that he was going to do what he was bred for. Dean told the dog to quiet in his gruff way and took the proffered dragon skin that Angela held out to him. He didn't like the idea of touching it but… He made a slight face as he held it in front of Zeppelin's nose and said, "Alright, Zep. Do your thing. Seek."

Zeppelin sniffed the dragon skin and he made a slight snort before starting to track. He led them through the sewers with his sibling behind him to watch his back. Sam, Dean and Angela followed behind them, giving a little leash so that way Zeppelin wouldn't get a false positive. It was slow work since the dog had to pause and sniff a few things when it seemed that the trail was getting cold.

Dean was confident in Zeppelin's abilities but the longer they were there… He knew his dog had a tendency towards redundancy. Yet they kept going down through the sewers and it wasn't in circles. So that was something. Going down a flight of stairs, the smell changed and Dean couldn't stand it, "Oh, God. Just when I get used to a smell, I hit a new flavor." He moved his flashlight around, "Dude, we've been here for hours. There is nothing. I think the lore is off. Hey, what if dragons like nice hotels?"

"Zep still has a hit and is following," Angela pointed out as she looked around. "Like that." She pointed.

Sam followed her finger with his flashlight and frowned, "What is that?"

Dean turned and shown his light and saw Zeppelin sniffing it. He kneeled by the dog and patted him. "Good boy. Here." He pulled a small treat out of his pocket and held it out for the dog. He looked at the horde. "Holy crap." He couldn't help but finger what his dog found and lifted a pretty expensive watch. "Okay, maybe there are dragons here."

Sam looked at the horde and shifted. He heard Moira make a sound and lifted his light to find her. He spotted her and next to something that was… "Wait. Dean, not now. Check this out." He walked forward after glancing at Angela.

Angela followed Sam into a niche that looked like it was a little altar. She took in the candles and other things but what had her attention was a book that Moira was nosing. She took a couple of steps forward and the smell hit her nose. Her eyes flared just as Dean caught up to her and Sam. Sam was the one that commented, "A little arts and crafty for a giant bat, right?"

Angela was looking at the book. The scent was there and it… Her nostrils flared when she shifted and heard it. She silently turned and listened again. She heard something and she shook her head. Not now.

Hello? Is someone there?

That wasn't a figment of her imagination. She narrowed her eyes in concentration and called, "Guys."

Sam and Dean stopped their inspection and turned to see Angela walking away. They paused and that was when they heard something. They saw Angela pause and turn her head as if she was trying to fine tune what she was hearing.

Can you help us please?

"This way," Angela said in that low tone she adopted when she was on the prowl. She hunched low more as a means of keeping herself protected but also ready to spring into action. She signaled Sam and Dean to follow and led the way. She paused every so often to make sure that she wasn't taking them in the wrong direction.

She found a sort of catwalk that went over the piping. She walked straight, not paying attention to what was on the sides of the railing. She took a couple of sniffs and breathed a little. She could smell the girls. They were alive. It was confirmed when Moira pushed forward and started sniffing and whining at the grating.

"Hello? Over here."

She saw a holding pit and it made her chew her lower lip as she kneeled beside Moira and gave her the command to back away. Sam and Dean weren't too far behind so she started looked at the grating as Dean said, "We're gonna get you out."

"He's coming back," one of the girls said in a terrified voice.

Angela looked at the girl and held her hand, giving a reassuring squeeze. "Okay. It's going to be okay," she said in a calm voice. An urgent and panicky voice wasn't what the girls needed. The more calm you were, the more cooperative they would be in terms of helping you enact the escape or any other plan that you needed. "Sam."

"Right." Sam pulled out the crowbar and wedged it underneath to try and pry the grating loose. He became tense when he heard Zeppelin and Moira start to growl their warning growl.

Angela was on her feet and looking around since she heard the growls. She held her hands out ready to fight while leaving Sam and Dean to try and help the girls. It was not an ideal cover but they had the dogs and they were trained. She was just apprehensive about them going against something that left claws and the need for stitches. But she was ready to fight.

The attack came fast and under her guard as the dragon grabbed Sam and tossed him to the side. She wasn't going to let him get away with that and grabbed his wrist. It was probably a foolish move since it was a dragon, just in a human form. She had no idea what the abilities were apart from the fairy tale stories that were told of dragons. Still it was bold and the dragon seemed impressed and tried to strike at her.

It was second nature to engage in hand to hand combat. She blocked and countered the strikes in order to give Dean the chance to pull out the broken dragon blade. She tried a backhand and her wrist was grabbed tightly as the dragon held her fast and pulled her in close to say, "Now you've impressed me but…"

Angela saw the hand start to glow and she felt the heat start to heat through her clothing. She gave a hard kick. It made contact and then tried another but she grabbed and flung away. Angela found her body flying through the air as she went over the railing. She knew the fall could kill her since there was piping and other things down there that could break a body. One such piping was heading straight towards her.

"Where do you think you're gonna stick that?"

Dean looked at the dragon with a wide eyed expression as he held the broken blade. He had seen Angela go over and didn't hear anything. He stopped the dogs from going after the thing and told them to stay near the girls. He waited until the dragon lunged towards him and slashed at him. He blinked as he realized that it actually worked in cutting the thing.

"Where did you get that?"

"Comic Con," Dean answered with slight smug expression before trying to strike again.

The dragon was ready for it and knocked the blade away leaving Dean without a weapon. The dragon held up his hand to let his power show, revealing a glowing hand that seemed to sizzle but it wasn't burning. He advanced towards Dean with the intent to kill.

Dean backed up and glanced to determine where the blade had fallen. He had to get the weapon back but not when he was being chased like this. He didn't like what would happen if that hand touched him. He did see Sam come up from behind with the intent to hit the dragon with the crowbar and that would give him a chance. It was short lived when Sam was grabbed from behind by another dragon and flung aside.

The other dragon turned slightly to see what was happening and then turned back towards Dean. He grinned and Dean could help but hold his breath. Then it came. A war cry that Dean thought that he would never hear again and the dragon got a kick in the face to allow for Angela to land on the grating and pull her sword out and twirl it into position. She looked at the dragon and asked, "Missed me?"

That allowed Dean to try and get the broken blade. He glanced at Angela as she attacked the dragon. She gave him a hard kick to the chest and sent him flying backwards just as Dean was grabbed by a third dragon just as his fingers brushed the pommel of the blade. Dean found himself being flung down the walkway. It gave him a good view of what was going on with Sam as he backed away from the dragon that was pursuing him.

Sam had managed to get a couple of hits with the crowbar on the dragon knowing that it wouldn't do much but maybe slow it down. It didn't help when the dragon grabbed the crowbar with a glowing hand. He watched as the iron heated up and started getting lower and lower towards his hands with the intention to burn them off.

Sam tried to keep his grip on as long as possible but it proved futile the moment it got too low. He let go because of the heat and shook his hand since they were slightly burned. He saw the other hand of the dragon raised like it was going to strike him when all of a sudden it flew backwards. He shifted to see Angela advancing with her hand extended forward.

"Sam, get the blade," Angela said as she turned her attention to the now two dragons that were facing her. She would hold them off as long as necessary.

The two dragons looked at her and grinned thinking that she was just a little girl that decided to play with swords. The started their attack and that was when Angela let them know she was serious. Her eyes flared to indicate that she wasn't a human and moved forward. She swung at the two dragons but they ducked and tried to strike with their red hot claws.

Angela blocked and countered with punches and kicks, holding them off while Sam was trying to reach the blade. It was barely within reach but it was at an awkward angle that he had to stretch to get it. It slipped a little and he cursed. He looked up to see Angela standing back and reaching in her pocket. He had no idea what she was doing but the grin on her face and her flaring eyes told him that she was enjoying the fight. He turned to see Dean evading the burning claws of the third dragon. He redoubled his efforts to try and grab it.

"And what have you got there?"

Angela grinned as she pulled back while reaching into her pocket. She had no idea what she was going to do but she did always keep a few useful things in her pockets that were pretty effective against the supernatural. Her hand closed around something and when she pulled it out, she realized it was the crest of the Dragonov family. She had no idea how useful it would be but she thought maybe they might recognize one of the legendary dragon hunter families, if the tome was anything to go by. She held it out for them to see.

One of the dragons stepped back and pointed at her, "You're one of them? A Dragon Hunter?"

"Not really. Had a friend who taught me," Angela grinned more to be funny and stretching the truth a bit. Christian did teach her a few things but he never really confirmed that part of the Dragonov family history and he was never on good terms with them anyway even now as one of three potential successors to the family.

It was helpful that the dragons were familiar with the crest since it gave breathing room but that was about it since the one Dean initially cut wasn't inclined to pull punches and lunged at her. She managed to block the initial volley but ended up getting a hard punch that sent her flying backwards where she landed on the catwalk near Sam. With the momentum she managed to somersault back to a standing position and said, "Hurry up Sam."

"I'm trying," Sam replied as he stretched, his fingers barely brushing the pommel. He moved his fingers to get around the rounded edge.

Meanwhile, Angela leaned forward. She was still clutching the crest in one hand and her sword in the other. She looked at the advancing dragon thinking how best to get close enough to kill it. She knew that she was dancing on a fool's hope but she was determined to see the thing dead. It was then that she got the idea.

She wasn't sure about why she was doing it but it seemed to make sense. She looked at the crest and said an incantation that she had no idea where it came from. It was like she knew it and the glittery jewels in the eyes flickered and lit up. Keeping her eye on the advancing dragon she held it and put it close to where the blade met the hilt on Absolution.

It was like a powerful magnet caught hold of it and it pulled the crest from her hand and attached itself to the blade. Glancing at Absolution, she saw the elegant scrollwork in the engraving start to glow and it felt like there was some extra power in there. She didn't care though since the dragon lunged forward. She backed up and pivoted to lunge forward. She went on the offensive and started swinging at the two dragons and it felt like she had been given a boost in speed. That was all irrelevant at the moment.

At one point she landed in between the dragons and had them down and heaving. She hadn't killed them but had worn them down. She looked at the leader and looked at the injury Dean had caused. She gave a narrowed look as he stared at her and mocked, "You think you're going to kill us with that pig sticker?"

Angela merely glowered. It was then that she heard it. Taking a step and whirling around, she blocked the blow that the other dragon was intending. With a twirl and a hard backward thrust, she shoved Absolution through the dragon, maintaining a strong stance, just as Sam shoved the broken blade through the back of the other dragon that was almost on Dean.

The dragon stared at Angela and watched as the brother she stabbed died. It was clear when the light started leeching out. She pulled the blade back out and brought it forward. He could see the dragon's blood on it and the crest of the Dragonov's but what held his attention was the scarf around her neck.

A slight breeze had flipped it and it gave an almost dramatic look to her posture. The dragon paused and his eyes widened when he saw it. He didn't think that it was possible. He took a step backwards and noticed the other one with the broken blade had turned to face him. He had to get out of there. He looked at Angela and said something in his language before taking off in a powerful gale of wind.

Angela kept a narrowed look as the wind whipped around and the dragon disappeared. She straightened up. She looked at Absolution and noticed that it looked different. She frowned when she saw that the crest had all but disappeared. It had become a part of the hilt and added a nice contrast of gold and silver and she could see the eyes of the dragon that had become part of the decoration. What did she do now?

There wasn't time to actually explore that. She turned to see Sam holding the broken dragon's blade and saw the two dragon bodies on the ground. Dean was okay and not too banged up. She looked at Sam and raised a brow, managing to say, "I guess this means you're a dragon slayer now?"

Sam looked at Angela and made a slight face, "Don't start."

"Just saying. It is in the book," she teased. She looked around and twirled her blade before putting it back in the sheath. She would have to look at it later. Right now they needed to get the girls out. She walked over to the grate and asked, "Everyone all right?"

The girls were shocked since they had seen the whole thing from what they could. There had been no way to shield them from it and it wasn't like it was unfamiliar. They saw a dragon take them in its true form. Still it was a kindness to try and minimize it. They stared up at the woman that had taken on two of them and… they weren't sure exactly what happened. One of them answered, "We're okay."

Angela studied them. She knew that they would be in shock from this. Maybe they might forget and maybe they won't. It was sort of a mean fifty- fifty chance with it. She reached over and petted Moira and acknowledge her and Zeppelin saying they had done well. All in all they had done a pretty good job. They managed to save all the girls that had been taken and could return them.

She waited until Sam got the crowbar and wedged it under before stepping back to let Dean in. She looked around and took a couple of breaths. She was glad that this fight was over and it was a good day in terms of saving people. She was irked that the one dragon got away. She looked around the room as she thought about what it said until she heard the snap and the creak to open the grate. She turned and then started helping get the girls out.

A/N: Dean gets a blade forged with dragon's blood and the trio go to slay dragons. Looks like things brought in a surprise or two and Sam killed a dragon! Stay tuned for the conclusion of Virgin Eyes...