Between two lungs
*Angela's perspective*
I begged the boys to stop by my home in Spokane. After a little convincing, they gave in. I promised them food and beds for the night. I was in need of clothing, my own fake id's and weapons. I knew it was a stretch for Sam to give in and like me but I was determined that he was going to.
The trip from Riggins was shorter than I expected. I sat in the backseat listening to the music and the bickering between the brothers about some stupid Bruce Willis movie, which I thought was pretty brilliant but Sam was unwavering in his opinion that it sucked. Dean argued that for his age Bruce was a badass and that he wanted to be like that when he gets that age. He looked down then changed the when to an if.
I shook my head and looked at my nails. I stared out the window at the passing scenery. Sam shifted in his seat to face me, he gave me a strange look.
"How'd you become a hunter?" He asked.
"Vamp attacked my roommate, I came home and found the thing ripping her throat out. I stabbed it with scissors and damn near got eaten. Some hunter busted in, killed the fucker. Guy named Gordon, I think." I said looking at him.
"And you couldn't leave it alone. You just hopped right into the life?" Sam asked wrinkling his forehead.
"No, I tried to avoid it. But my curiosity got the best of me. I met a man named Bobby and he kind of gave me a crash course. He threw me in on a demon case in Portland with him." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Why did you end up in purgatory?" Sam asked, Dean gave me a look then a sour look to Sam.
"Killed a witch and she spelled me down with her." I said looking at him.
"Witches go to hell not purgatory?" Sam questioned me.
"I don't know. That's where I ended up." I said looking him in the eyes.
"How old are you?" He asked me.
"27. How old are you?" I asked him, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"30. What kind of things do you like to hunt?" He asked lifting an eyebrow.
"I don't have a preference. What do you specialize in?" I asked him.
"Demons as of late." He said sighing.
Dean glared at him and sighed.
"How long are you planning on tagging along with us?" Sam asked looking at me with no emotion.
"I... I don't know." I stuttered that one threw me off.
"Sam, enough." Dean snapped and hit his shoulder.
"Dean. I think it is something we should know, considering what we have to do." Sam snapped at him.
"Dude, relax." Dean said sounding offended.
"Oh I'm sorry, Dean. I remember hearing that Kevin is our responsibility. Or is that just my job?" Sam snapped.
"No, Sam but do you know where he is?" Dean yelled at him. I flinched and sat back.
"Dean" Sam said with a huff. He couldn't get his sentence out from the level of frustration.
"Who's Kevin?" I asked quieter than a church mouse.
"He's a prophet." Dean said looking back at me. I could see the anger in his face. I nodded and remained quiet.
The rest of the trip was tense. I sat in the back trying to disappear into the seat. As we rolled into town, I perked up.
"Take a right here." I pointed to the road. I kissed his cheek and stayed perched on the back of the seat.
We rolled up to my little house. It was left to me by my grandfather in his will. I was always his favorite. The exterior was a dirty white with a large porch that extended out into the over grown grass and weeds. My father's old black '69 Camaro was parked beside the house. Dean slowed in the driveway, I pulled the handle and stepped out. I stretched and started walking up the stairs.
"This is your place?" Dean asked.
"Yup!" I asked him with confidence in my voice.
I counted the plants dotting the porch and knelt at the fourth one. I pulled keys from the earth. I wiped them off and trotted to my door.
I pushed the door open and stepped in. I disarmed the alarm and looked around. A fine layer of dust covered everything. The house was bigger than I remember.
"Wow. How can you afford this place?" Sam asked snotty as he looked at my book case.
"My grandpa left it to nee in his will. I was his favorite." I said looking at him.
"Oh, nice." Dean said cracking the fridge open. There was beer and a few bottles of water.
"Gramps was a bit eccentric, survivalist type. He built some additions in the basement that, well take a look." I said as I pulled the Dickens book on the shelf and a panel near Sam clicked open. He pulled it and revealed weaponry in a small cubby.
I also opened the hatch in the floor which led to the basement for him to check it out. Dean disappeared into basement then returned with a silly smile on his face.
"Why do you need an AK-47?" Sam asked.
I smiled as he pulled drawers open and stared at the arsenal. It was just a sneak peek.
"I'm not just some bimbo from purgatory. I am a hunter, Sam. And I would like to help you guys find your prophet." I said looking at him. I left him to look at my things. I went into the bedroom and smiled at my bed.
Oh I missed it. I sat on it, I ran my hand over the comforter. I looked at the nightstand. A necklace and a pair of earrings were sitting next to the alarm clock.
"This is a nice place." Dean said from the doorway. I jumped slightly. I looked at him and smiled.
"Thank you. So the guest bed room is across the hall and the sofa pulls out." I said standing up.
"Okay, but you have no food in the house." He said looking at me. He glanced around the room. I noticed a bra was draped over the chair by the closet. His eyes lingered there for a moment.
"We can go get food." I said looking at him. I slowly walked across the floor and stood in front of him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him.
"Your brother hates me." I said as I pulled away from him.
"He doesn't. He is just… he's bitchy." He said putting his thumb on my chin. He lifted my face and kissed me again.
"So, are we going to get food?" He asked me. I nodded and laughed.
We left Sam at the house and picked up a few things for the night.
I cooked food and let Sam do his thing on the laptop. He was searching for any sign of Kevin, I looked over to see Dean sitting on the couch flipping through a newspaper.
I plated the food and carried both plates to the two men. I went back and brought beers back for both of them. Dean leaned up and kissed me.
"Thanks." He said smiling. I nodded and turned back. Sam was looking at me. He half smiled and went back to his computer.
I should have eaten but I wanted to pack. I had a sneaking suspicion we would be leaving early in the morning, much to Dean's disapproval.
I packed jeans and shirts. I picked up my box of fake id's and tossed it in. I found my toiletries bag and filled it with my stuff.
I pulled guns and knives from the cubby. I stuffed them in a bag and dropped them by the door.
"You realize that we have a whole trunk full of weapons." Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, well. Most of your stuff is suited for guys. I have stuff suited for me." I said looking over at him. His plate was empty and pushed away from the laptop.
Night came over the small house and after hours of searching. We had a few workable leads on Kevin. Something flashed in my mind. I got up and began rummaging through my desk. I could feel Sams eyes on me as I searched like a crazy person.
I grabbed a black book and slammed it down next to Sam. He looked at me.
"In here is all the information you need to track Kevin down." I said looking at his face. I could see the bags under his eyes.
"What is this?" He asked me. Dean was snoring underneath the newspaper that was draped across his chest.
"It is passcodes to every state and federal search data bank, the things that you can't even access. Including facial recognition software and any technology. They never change the codes." I said patting the notebook.
"How did you get it?" He asked me.
"I am not a saint, I just play one on TV." I smiled and patted his shoulder, "get some sleep soon. I am taking your brother to bed."
I slapped the top of Dean's boot. He snorted and sat up. He wiped his face and looked around.
"Bed." I ordered him. He nodded and walked to the bedroom. He turned towards the guest bed. I grabbed his arm and pulled him in my room. He let out a tired laugh and followed me.
We cuddled close to him all night. He held me tighter than I expected.
I didn't dream about purgatory but instead I was in the back of his car. He was singing along to some song on the radio but I couldn't hear it. Benny was in the passenger seat looking at me. He had blood on his shirt and hands. He reached back for me.
"This isn't real. You're still there." He said looking at me as he stretched his hand to me. His blood soaked fingertip touched my arm. I looked at Dean and he was unaware of this. In a haze, I looked back to Benny but found Sam. He was pointing the gun at my head. His eyes were cold as steel. He pulled the trigger. I felt the hot metal round hit me.
I sat up and gasped for air. Dean's hand was resting in my lap lazily. He groaned and sat up with me.
"You're safe. This isn't purgatory." He whispered into my shoulder. He pressed his lips to my skin then fell back on the pillow. I slowly laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
At seven in the morning, Sam burst through the door.
"Wake up! I found him." He shouted at us. I looked over at him in my door. He looked like shit.
"Sam… it's seven am. Can we sleep a little longer?" Dean snapped at him.
"Have you even tried to sleep?" I asked him. I could see his hands shaking.
"No, I haven't but I found Kevin. We need to get a move on." He said laughing hysterically as he pushed unsteady hands through his hair.
"Go fix your brother." I rolled over and looked at Dean. He was trying to be asleep but couldn't fake it.
"Alright crazy. Bed for you. We will leave in three hours." Dean rolled out of my bed. I watched his tight ass as he walked his sleep deprived brother out the door.
A few minutes later he came back to bed. He crawled under the covers and pulled me close.
*Dean's perspective*
"I see someone is wide awake." she joked but kept her eyes shut.
"Yeah, someone also got me on laundry detail for the next few months and burnt twenty bucks from my wallet. I think it's time that I got a little apology… With your mouth." He kissed her roughly.
"Do you? Weren't you the one who was bitching about it being too early?" she said as her hand slid down his stomach. She traced fingertips over the outline of his penis through the boxers.
"it's never too early for this." He said before kissing her again, "just blow me already."
"Charming, Dean." She grumbled and rolled over.
"Come on." He asked missing the point. "Should I add a please?"
She was ignoring him. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. He thought about being in purgatory with her. All the fighting and the blood. He got a strange charge that refused to let him sleep. An hour later she stirred next to him. She rolled to face him, she carefully put her hand on his chest.
He pretended to be asleep. He watched Angela as she touched his neck. She trailed her finger down his chest between his lungs in a straight. He knew he was a good looking man, scars and all but he still flexed his muscles. She traced the tattoo on his chest, keeping an eye on his face. He was watching her through squinted eyes. She had a child-like curiosity written across her face.
She pulled the blanket down and crawled on her knees. She placed kissed his stomach just below his belly button. She watched his skin unintentionally move as she kissed lower. She looped her fingers in the waistband and pulled his boxers down and placed a small soft kiss at the base of his cock. He looked down with wide eyes but pushed his head back down, he stared at the ceiling. She was staring at his dick. Her finger moved carefully from the base to the head. He was harder than he probably should have been, she glanced up to make he was still asleep. Which he made sure he was.
She took a deep breath and kissed the head of his dick. She trailed her tongue down the tip the base then back up. She put him in her mouth and slowly started to suck. Carefully she placed a hand on his leg and sucked harder. Dean felt his muscles twitch and tighten.
He was trying to keep his cool and not blow his load right then. She was rough as she held him in her hand with her lips around him. He brushed hair out of her face. She looked up to see him staring down at her with a look of shock on his face. She wrapped her lips around him a little tighter and put some spirit into it.
She crawled between his legs, keeping a tight grip on his dick. She was jerking him off carefully she kept her lips around him. He groaned and leaned forward, as she pushed him in a little deeper. He reared his hips in her throat a little harder than expected. He wrapped her hair in his fingers and let her suck him off.
He pushed her head down a little harder, he started guiding her just the way he like. He couldn't help the moans that escaped his mouth. She was perfect. Her mouth felt like hot wet velvet around him. He pushed her head down harder causing her to choke a little. She dug her nails into the skin on his thigh. He could feel all his muscles tighten as he came.
She swallowed everything that he let go of. Angela sat back on her heels and looked at him. He was laying on his back. His muscles were twitching and he a the face of a man that was satisfied. She smiled and wiped her lips.
He regained composure and leaned up on his elbows. He exhaled and smiled.
"Holy shit." He said with a satisfied smile.
"I know." She said looking at his body.
"No, holy shit." He sat up and kissed her.
Something hit him in the stomach.
"Dean, wake up. We gotta go." Angela said standing over him.
It was a dream. He was hard and it was a fucking dream. She smiled at him, he watched her mouth.
"What?" she said confused by his strange face.
"Nothing. Give me a minute, is Sam up?" He asked her.
"Yup. He even packed the car. He's had a pot of coffee too. You've been warned." I said looking at him.
He rolled his eyes and sat up from the bed. His dick throbbed hard and even his balls ached. She walked out of the room, she was still in panties. He stared at her ass hard, it wasn't helping.
"Do I got time to shower?" he yelled.
"Make it quick, woody." She called back with a little chuckle in her voice.
"What?" he said standing up.
"You didn't think that was all you, did ya?" She poked her head in with a wicked smiled across her face. She was gone as soon as he hit the door.
"Bitch." He called after her.
"Jerk?" Sam echoed from the hallway.
"Not you." Dean growled.
'This was going to be a painful shower.' He said in his head.