Chapter 11

Sam thought they were in the land of crazy the moment the door to the Kennel Club opened and Angela poked her head out. She looked like she was looking to see if someone was going to take a sniper shot at her before she motioned for Sam to come in. "Angie, what is going on?"

Angela didn't answer right away. She looked to see if there were more idioms walking around. While waiting for Sam, she managed to gather in the ones that happened to come by and tried to rectify the problems that were easily fixable. The ones that weren't, well at least they were off the street but that wasn't going to be an easy one to explain with the authorities.

While she was looking she felt something tick in her eyes. She blinked thinking that something was in her eyes. She normally would brush it off but after what happened before when she was literally blind, she was a bit more careful. She was aware that she couldn't hound watch her every step because that could lead to accidents. She was just going to be more careful if something didn't feel right about the situation. So she was really making an effort to take better care of herself and that was after Sam was persistent in that.

Angela rubbed her eyes and squinted around. She found that she was able to see things at a distance and she frowned at it. She could make out a bug moving on a tree about twenty feet away and she could count the markings. She didn't have to say it to know that someone said something. She had a vague idea about it and made a harrumph sound as she went back in the bar and shut the door. She was going to have a long talk with Dean later.

Sam was looking around and frowning in that puzzled way of his as he noted the flying pigs which were content to stay near a chandelier light fixture. There were dogs everywhere. A bag was in the corner and cats were coming out of it and heading into another bag. Some people were passed out from what they had been through though Sam had pity for the guy who couldn't seem to get his hand out of the mail box. He could say that a window could be opened for the couple of drunk guys lying on their sides near the back. They really stank.

He came across one guy who looked like he drowned near the edge of a raised platform and asked, "What happened to this one?"

"Long walk off a short pier," Angela replied as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her eyes felt peculiar and while it was nice that she could see even better, she wasn't used to it and it gave her a headache. It was one of those things where she hoped that something like Castiel's angel mojo would be able to fix.

Sam looked around. Certainly this qualified for the hall of weird or something like that. He then saw something that had him point at it and ask, "Is that?"

Angela looked at what he was pointing at. She nodded and replied, "Yep. Stick up his ass." She gave a slight sigh and started walking around. The guy who had his hand blown off she was able to get to the hospital as well as the guy with the mailed fist. At least there they could get the mailbox off. The other guy was just going to have to get through it. "Now you can see why I would rather you see than have me talk. I sound like a crazy nut."

Sam gave a slight shrug at that since he thought she was babbling when she called and he felt like an idiot. He replied, "I can see why. It's a bit different from the game we like to play to annoy Dean."

Angela made a slight smile as she wrinkled her nose to check on the drunks. They were going to be passed out for a while but at least they were where no one was going to gag at the stench. It wasn't as bad as when it first happened but there still was the stench and she had smelt skunk before and boy do they stink. She replied, "You don't need to sugar coat it Sam. This is weird I know and the strange part is that we aren't dealing with a witch at all."

"Come again?"

Angela finished and walked towards the bar and fished out a couple of beers. She couldn't get drunk but this was a bit hard to digest. She put them on the counter and said, "We aren't dealing with a witch. This is the work of a demon."

Sam accepted the beer. It probably wasn't a good idea but considering what he was seeing and the fact that Angela looked a bit more relaxed drinking alcohol… One wouldn't hurt. "You're saying a demon did all this."

"Yep."

"So making idioms and phrases literal actually is the work of a demon."

"Yep and it is the same demon that dug the hole in Missouri and tried to gank me with a hexed tree." Angela replied as she took a sip of the beer she had opened for herself. "I got it after that guy blew a gasket after… kicking the bucket." She gave a snort and pinched the bridge of her nose since her eyes were not doing what they were supposed to do. She definitely needed to talk to Dean about tact. How she knew he gave the demon the idea, she wasn't sure except for the fact that he was not here and the girl he had been flirting with was a demon. That certainly was going to go over well with Sam.

"Okay so why this town?"

"No idea but I can say that she was the one that took Dean."

"She? It took Dean? Where?"

"A sex on the beach," Angela replied while schooling her features into a serious expression. She knew what went on with that and it was something that she would love to hold over Dean's head if she was sure that it wasn't going to end up deadly.

Sam put two and two together on the sex on the beach part and gave a slight roll of his eyes. "That wasn't so bad right?"

"Not if you were getting chased by a gay douchebag surfer dude."

"Eww."

"I know," Angela replied making a slight face. "And I think Dean had a talk with her because something is not right with my eyes." She rubbed the bridge of her nose as her eyes tried to adjust to the fact that she wasn't in the air and flying and instead was on the ground.

Sam grew concerned as he watched her pinch her brow. It was a bad reminder of her battle with Tiamat since she couldn't see and she had pinched her brow in the same manner. Please don't tell me Dean said that phrase. He asked, "What is it?"

"When I was looking outside, I could see a bug on a tree about twenty meters away and actually count how many markings were on its exoskeleton. It was a beetle by the way and one of those big ones." Angela gave a slight smirk and half a laugh as she rubbed her brow. "Problem is I think it was meant for being in the air and up high or it is not working like it should."

Sam gave a nod. So it seemed that Dean made reference to her sight like seeing like a hawk. So the similes were in play too and there were tons of those too. So one had to be really careful of what was said within the presence of this demon. That pretty much cut Dean's vocabulary in half since he liked using similes and other expressions. The part though about something not being right, it had him thinking. He fished a penlight out of his jacket pocket and said, "Let me take a look."

"A look at what?"

"Please Angie. Let me look at your eyes."

Angela wasn't being difficult on purpose. Her mind was more focused on how to catch this demon and convince it to stop what it was doing and basically make everything go back to normal. She got the feeling that they were dealing with something that was not the conventional demon. So deep she was in thought that she didn't hear Sam completely until he repeated his request. She moved so he had a better look. "Alright, alright."

Sam gently used his fingers to open her eyes to get a better look at the pupil and iris. He apologized as he shown the penlight in them to look at the reaction. He did it several times and finally released her eye. "Sorry about that. What you said had me thinking."

"About what?" Angela closed her eye and rubbed it a little. She felt like she was seeing spots.

"Well you do have eyes like a hawk's… literally."

"Nice one Sherlock."

Sam made a slight face. "Cut me some slack Angie. I think the problem is because of your night vision. The spell or whatever didn't work quite as well for you and you're having some problems."

"Spell gone wrong. That helps. Well I guess I won't be reading the Latin and drawing sigils." Angela finished her beer and tossed the bottle into the trash can that was within easy throwing distance. Well it was easy according to what she could see at the moment. She watched as it sailed across the room and into the bin. "Three points."

Sam watched and noticed that her judging of distance was still good and probably even better if it weren't for the fact that it was conflicting with what was already in existence. "Um yeah. So Angie what do you mean by the drawing sigils? You mean to summon the demon here?"

"Either that or track it. We have to catch her if we are going to fix this." Angela rubbed her forehead a bit. The ache was dulling now that she had a beer in her system. "Other than that, I don't have any other ideas."

Sam felt a bit bad as he watched her shrug her shoulders and move to step outside. He looked around and followed her out and found her just staring off in the distance and he could see what she was looking at. He couldn't blame her for doing a double blink. At least seeing pink elephants was a step up from a literal fork in the road.

"Just like a puppy."

Sam turned around to see a strawberry blonde girl looking at him with a curious expression. He looked at the girl and asked, "Excuse me?"

"You follow her like a puppy. It's cute."

Sam frowned at the expression and wasn't sure if he should back away from the girl or not. Yeah Angela would say strange things like that but she was funnier and there was something off about this one. "Okaay."

"Relax Sam. I find that rather endearing. It always seems to be that way when puppies follow the pretty lady."

Sam started to back slowly away while reaching for the demon killing knife. He really was feeling uncomfortable around this person and he suspected that this might be the demon they were looking for. He really didn't like being called a puppy and that wasn't the way of things in his and Dean's relationship with Angela. "I really don't think that is how you describe it and how do you know my name?"

"Oh your name pops up occasionally by the water cooler and I read your file. I must say though that the photo hardly does you justice… but that's surveillance for you."

Sam made a slight face as he continued to back away. "Right."

"Relax Sam. I only want to talk to you. I'm sure that you're much better with your word choice than Dean."

That was a poor move since it was instinct to react if something could possibly turn out worse when it regarded his family. Sam narrowed his eyes as his hand wrapped around the handle of the knife. "What did you do with Dean?"

"Gave him what he wanted: a sex on the beach."

"Right and that worked out," Angela's voice entered as she managed to get to a point between Sam and the demon. Her eyes were flickering as they focused on the demon. She had managed to get some semblance of control over what the demon did to her eyes. "Where is Dean?"

The demon flickered her eyes in reaction to Angela's. She looked at her and took a good look at her eyes and gave a gasp of surprise. "You are beautiful."

Both Sam and Angela frowned at that and for different reasons but somewhere along the line they were the same. It was enough to distract them though and Angela found a hand on her. She looked and saw the demon next to her and was about to say something and she heard Sam say something and Sam was gone and she was alone with the demon. That was just perfect.

Dean ran around a few trees when he ran full on into the guy chasing him. "Craptastic," he muttered as he backed off and started brushing off his person. It was difficult since he was walking backwards and on sand.

The guy was advancing towards him and saying, "You know you want it."

"Yeah like I want to get humped by a douche surf bum," Dean replied warning the guy back with a hand. "No offense but long hair is a major turn off."

"You do like foreplay."

Dean tried not to make too much of a face at that. He was so glad that Sam wasn't here to see this. He wasn't going to live this down. He became adamant and replied, "Hey, I don't swing that way and I don't want foreplay or anything."

"Ooo I like it when they get all aggressive."

"Don't even think about it." Dean warned. He put his hands up and decided to take a swing if the guy decided to try something.

"Oh yeah. Hit me baby."

It sounded funny but it wasn't to Dean. He gave a punch and it felt like he had hit solid iron and he couldn't help but make a face at that. He turned to cradle his hand and shake off the pain. That was a mistake since the guy wrapped his arms around him, pinning his arms while the guy gave a hug that had Dean wanting to throw up. It was made worse when the guy leaned in close and whispered into his ear. Dean didn't listen to what was being said even though he heard it. He just wanted the guy's paws off of him.

"Aww. You know you want it."

"Get your hands off or I'll…" The threat died on Dean's lips since he wasn't even sure about what he was going to do since the guy was like rock solid. He was sure that he broke something in his hand. Anything he said in terms of a threat would come off as being the aggressive one in this crap.

The next thing he knew, Dean felt his chest and cheek being pushed against at tree. He grunted and tried to push off the tree but he was pinned. He could feel the guy's hands but before they reached any place that was off limits, the weight that was pressing on him was gone.

Dean looked around frowning and trying to figure out what the hell happened. He turned to find the gay surfer pinned on the ground and he couldn't move. He looked around and saw a beautiful sight. "Thank God you're here Angie. Where's Sam?"

Angela found herself in what appeared to be a warehouse or storage place or something of that nature. She saw that she was in some sort of jungle like setting that reminded her of a safari she once was a part of to the Congo; an adventure that she was definitely not going to tell Dean about because that was something that…

Shaking her head and blinking since she was certain that Sam's theory regarding her eyes was correct. The spell was conflicting with her natural ability to see which was why she felt like she was suffering a migraine. She pulled out her cell phone and checked to see that she still had a signal. Pleased that she did, she texted Sam's phone and tapped in a few keys and put it back in her pocket. She started forward in this interesting exploration.

It definitely felt like it was being in the Congo again since she heard familiar sounds of that place. She was tempted to turn around and look for the one thing that made that trip, which she affectionately called a vacation, but found nothing. Still the sounds brought back memories.

"This is an interesting place."

"Are you going to say that to every place that I've been dumped in?"

Castiel looked at Angela as she stood amongst the foliage. There really was nothing else for him to say considering that she had landed into situations that couldn't call for anything else. "Shall I come up with another meaningless platitude?"

Angela gave a slight grin and chuckled, "You really need to work on recognizing my form of sarcasm." She took a breath and looked around and blinked. "So you following me again Cas? You managed to find out something that I don't know like the craziness is being orchestrated by a demon?"

"Nothing like that but it is evident that there is some activity. It's just not enough to cause concern," Castiel replied,

"Not enough for concern? Cas, demon activity is always a problem," Angela replied looking at the angel like he was being stupid for suggesting that.

"Not enough concern for my superiors but… I investigated." Castiel felt a bit uncomfortable in this conversation but even more so in the environment that his charge had been dropped in. "I discovered that the activity was kept to a minimum to mask a bigger one."

Angela gave a slight nod as she started forward through this jungle. She didn't doubt that Castiel would follow her. She was right when he started walking. "Could be that the activity is being kept to a minimum because Lilith is searching for a seal."

"That is a possibility. The activity that has not warranted concern is much like what is being experienced here."

Angela gave a slight eye roll as she reached up to rub the bridge of her nose again. "It's a distraction and probably carried at covert levels. Must be a pretty important seal or something." She shrugged her shoulders.

Castiel noticed her rubbing her eyes. Something wasn't right but she wasn't talking. It was more likely one of those personal space things but he would keep an eye on it. "It is possible. All the seals are important. You know that only 66 are needed to break open the Cage."

"I know Cas. That was made clear to me at my crash course in Bible camp," Angela replied. "However, assuming that demons have certain attachments, there are probably certain seals that would have meaning to Lilith or the troupe that she is hanging around with. Perhaps there is something about this one that she is looking for…" She studied Castiel and he was still giving his signature blank stare. She made a motion with her hand and said, "Forget it. It probably is ridiculous as it sounds. Right now I need to find out where I have been dumped and with a spell conflicting with my natural abilities in regards to my eyes."

"It is not ridiculous. You always manage to make even the ridiculous sound plausible."

Angela knew that it was a compliment but it really wasn't helping all that much in the grand scheme of things at the moment. "Oh thank you. Now I am a crazy that makes crazy sound normal. Just what I've always wanted."

"You aren't crazy. It is a subjective term."

"Cas, please relax on the compliments. I think I might end up like one of the poor schmucks that thought or acted out these idioms that have been killing or maiming people." Angela continued to walk forward. She wasn't sure why the demon selected this kind of landscape. Most demons didn't learn how to read minds and her version of it, she wouldn't touch unless it was necessary though a certain fang boy could do it as easily as breathing.

"Highly unlikely. More likely this was supposed to be a distraction and you ended up in it. Most of them don't seem to be lasting harm."

"Try telling that to the mailman that lost his hand for pushing the envelope or the guy with the mailed fist."

"They are alive."

"Besides the point Cas," Angela replied as she frowned at the sight. The jungle started to recede and she saw sand. What was going on? She had been in some crazy situations before but this was more along the lines of… She slowed down since this was how the demon operated. If this was sand from a beach… that meant that she might be in the same place as Dean. If she found Dean, Sam would be able to find the two of them and they could…

"This is strange. Are you certain it is a demon doing this?"

"Yes but it is not our usual fare. I think this one thinks on a different level."

Castiel watched as his charge continued to walk forward onto the changing landscape. He was perplexed at the setting and couldn't understand it. "Then this makes this demon more dangerous."

"Any demon is dangerous… with a couple of exceptions," Angela replied as she put her hand on Castiel's steps to stop his advance. She frowned as she looked around intently at everything. Her 'hawk eyes' could see a far distance and she thought she made out something. "This one I think operates on a different level. I think a different way of dealing with it is needed. Thanks for the drop in Cas."

"You may require assistance."

"And I'll call. Right now I have to go help Dean out of a… sticky situation." Angela made a slight face at that. She looked at Castiel who looked rather wounded at the fact that she wasn't asking for help even though he had that straight face that made it look like he had a stick up his ass. She made a slight noise with her breath and she added, "Cas, I think I can handle this one. Just let us jump off the cliff with this one and maybe we'll see if we can fly."

Castiel frowned at that reference slightly. He had heard that phrase before. In fact one of his older brothers told him that when he was still a fledgling. How she knew that phrase was a little baffling and something to ponder on for later. He would trust her judgment. "Alright."

"Thanks Cas."

Angela was still smiling when Castiel left in a flutter. She continued forward on the beach towards the goal. She came across a scene that would prove to be embarrassing and something that she would rather not see Dean suffer and reacted. Channeling her power, she made a motion with her hand as she advanced forward and the douche flew through the air and was pinned to the sand. He wasn't going to be moving for some time.

"Thank God you're here Angie. Where's Sam?"

Angela looked at Dean and replied, "He's coming."

Dean looked at her as if she were nuts but he nodded in complete trust. She would have said something but was interrupted by a voice saying, "Now that wasn't very nice. You were supposed to be where I left you."

A/N: Looks like Angie and Dean are in the demon's web. At least Angie can keep the douche off of Dean. Will Sam get to them on time before something worse happens? Find out on the exciting conclusion of The Failed Demon...