Chapter 14

Angela had been raised in a privileged life meaning that she had been allowed the education of a man but she was also taught the mannerisms of a lady. She liked to spar in hand to hand or with a weapon of choice but she also could sew and embroider clothing. She could whip up a dream root brew and cook a four course dinner. She raised hell hound Wilders and raised a baby half god/half angel. She was essentially a jack of all trades when it came to work but with more intimate mannerisms, she was torn between embarrassment and wanton desire.

She looked at Sam as he stared at her. She could see the warring look in his eyes but it was overshadowed by desire and it had an almost predatory quality to it. The thought of it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine… just like when he touched her cheek and then kissed her. It was a heady feeling but also roused her own predatory instincts; the same ones that she was ashamed of when she was close to being uncomfortably close with the whole sniffing thing.

Sam had looked at her and touched her face telling her nothing was wrong before he surprised her again by kissing her on the mouth. She blinked and wanted to protest but she didn't. She rather liked it much like the last time and relaxed slightly and opened up, letting him in. The next thing she knew, she found her hands working their way up his arms and then wrapping around his neck as his hands circled her waist and slid to rest on the swell of her hips. Then her shyness kicked in.

Breaking the kiss on the pretense of needing air, Angela stepped back and took a breath. She felt the blush starting to creep up the back of her neck and she could feel her cheeks flush. She swallowed and tried to talk, "Um…"

"You look cute when you blush."

The comment made her blush more and it was coupled by the fact that she wanted to kiss him for it. "Uh…"

"I like it," Sam admitted as he advanced towards her.

Instinct became conflicted. Part of her was screaming to back away since this was not how Sam behaved and the other part screamed equally loud to stay put and then just… The crude form was jumping Sam's bones and that made her blush even more. Apparently the same kind of though was running through Sam's features since he looked a little conflicted about what was going on and the faintest of blushes appeared. Blinking, Angela managed to reply, "You're blushing too. Too delicate for your ears, Sammy?"

Sam didn't know what was coming over him but he had the desire to just touch and kiss her. His dream from the Impala came to mind and it just took on a life of its own. Deep down though he knew he was treading on thin ice somewhere but he couldn't deny what he felt. It was too late to retract the previous kisses since it was what he wanted to do and made do with the gentle ones on her cheek. He was just seized with the urge and it was fueled by his inability to stop ogling parts of her body that had tattoos on them and her face. He couldn't resist and just went with it and it felt good. Even better when she responded.

Somewhere in the middle of it, his brain screamed at him to step back because she would have been scared off; it's what made him hesitant in the first place. It also screamed that she had responded like she did the second time he kissed her on the lips and that was a good thing. It conflicted and was driving him crazy. He listened as she stammered while blushing and thought about how cute it was and voiced it, which brought on more stammering and he advanced towards her, wanting to touch her and… His face flushed.

He paused when she teased him like she would use to when she would make lewd comments that just… They sounded wrong coming from her but it was her; another contradiction that he liked. His lip twisted upwards in a slight grin as he replied, "Maybe. Maybe not." He looked at her suddenly fascinated by the loose locks of hair.

Angela took in the response as she studied Sam as his gaze shifted. The expression hadn't changed and it sent a thrill down her spine. "You know I don't do halves," she said, aware that it sounded like the bimbos Dean sometimes had fun time with and flushed more.

Sam merely hummed as he reached out to finger a loose strand of hair. His fingers gently brushed her temple as he ran his fingers through it. It was silky and smooth. "No you don't," he murmured as he continued to stroke her locks while studying them.

Angela blinked as she gave a slight hiss from his touch. It wasn't of repulsiveness or pain, just the touch… She noticed his rapt attention to her hair and her lip twitched in a slight smile. Now isn't the time. We need to… but that feels good. She watched him as he stroked her hair and the motion and feeling brought contentment to the point she started to growl in the back of her throat.

Sam heard the sound that he had heard when she had been de-aged and immediately continued with what he was doing. It allowed him to get closer and to study her response while he still stroked her hair taking care not to pull out more from the loose wrap she had put it up in. He leaned in close to take a sniff but paused. Wait. What am I doing? But…

Angela continued to make her growling sound that was more like a purr as Sam continued to stroke her locks. She did become aware that he had gotten closer and while the rational part told her that now was not the time to explore her desires, the irrational or more emotional part said that this felt right and Sam was making her feel good and it was showing in her purr. She wanted more but… She lifted her head to expose the left side of her neck.

Sam hesitated when the side of her neck exposed. It gave him a clear path to kiss it, suckle it and… a hundred other things that didn't feel or sound right in his head. But he wanted to… He leaned closer and his nose caught a whiff of what could be perfume but he knew she didn't wear the stuff because of her sensitive nose. He leaned in close to get another whiff. "You smell nice," he said, surprising himself as he said it. When did he become so bold?

Angela gave a hard purr growl as she replied, "You… too. Compelling."

It wasn't exactly a thing to hear but to Sam she might as well have said that he smelled masculine or whatever the hell a normal woman would. Angela was different from other women and it wasn't a bad thing. It drew him. Ever since the beginning.

But she's a friend… No she's more than that. She's special. And she looked hot… What the hell?

Sam shook his head. He knew something wasn't right. He knew his feelings but his wasn't him. He knew her. He respected her. He didn't see her like those assholes in the dives they stopped for a drink in. But her neck was there… exposed and… He lowered his head, his lips getting closer and closer…

Angela was breathing heavily while still purring. Sam had stopped stroking her hair but she didn't mind. It was what she wanted. She exposed her neck to him because it felt right and he made her feel safe. It was the one thing she wanted to do for others and her biggest weakness…

When she felt Sam's breath on her neck, it hit her. Her eyes flared slightly as she moved away saying, "Suri." She looked around wildly while trying to still her breathing. Then that strange feeling started occurring again and put a hand to her head. "No. Suri is important."

Sam was startled out of what he was doing. He blinked when he saw Angela looking around and saying a name. "Angie?" He was then seized by that feeling he felt when walking in and he started thinking those thoughts again. It felt pounding on his head and he blinked at it.

Angela turned to see Sam putting a hand on his forehead. Her first instinct was to go and help him. She reached out towards his head and just barely touched his hair when he grasped her wrist. It wasn't hard or rough but gentle and his fingers moved towards her hand and started caressing it. Her lip twitched as she felt his fingers. She had always liked it when he held her hands. But no, she had to stay focused but she really wanted him to hold her hand. Closing her eyes, she felt it. She opened her eyes and said the one thing that would get Sam's attention, "Dean!"

Sam snapped out of it but didn't relinquish his grip. He looked at her and saw her eyes, "What Angie?"

Reluctantly, Angela pulled her hand away and fought to ignore the draw, "Dean. In trouble."

Sam shook his head. He didn't understand what was going on with his head. But he had a focus and he kept his gaze on her face and eyes. His head was still pounding. "What?"

Angela looked around. She had to stop whatever it was that was making her want to act on her impulsive desires. She had to find something. She hissed as she looked around. Whatever it was it was determined to keep her occupied. It occurred to her that it was exactly what Asmodeus wanted and that would deliver them both to Lucifer. She couldn't let that happen and…

The room was part of the boarding house. That much she knew for certain and it cleared away the illusion of the Everleigh house. She just had to… Looking around, she spotted a few likely spots but… When she turned in a certain direction, she hissed in pain. It then clicked. She looked at Sam and said, "Sam, stay there. Then I'll explain."

Sam looked at Angela and nodded. He would listen to her even though he was starting to feel the urge to follow her. He resisted and it killed his head. He responded by shutting his eyes and pressing a hand to his head as if it would will it away. It worked since he felt that desire to follow her and resume what he had intended to do to her neck. He could do this.

Angela followed the trail of pain that ensued as she looked for the source of this madness. She blinked and strained as she fought against the desire to turn back and… She didn't want to think about it now. Right now she needed to move forward and it felt like it was trying to slowly suffocate her. Yet her iron will and trust that Sam would behave himself would win out.

Eventually she found where the pangs of pain were strongest. She blinked as she stared at the ugliest painting she had ever seen hanging on the wall and reached out to touch it. She took it off the wall and looked it over and tore at the paper backing that hid the hex bag. She pulled it out and dropped it on the floor. Without a second thought she drew Absolution and with a twirl to gain momentum, she brought it down hard on the bag, effectively killing the spell.

The pain dulled but it was still throbbing in her head since she had been the closest but no longer was she fighting the impulses of wanting to… It made her blush to think about it. She felt her skin flush as she took deep breaths and turned towards Sam and asked is gasping breaths, "You okay, Sam?"

Sam felt the pain ebb away and he lowered his hands. His eyes were still closed as he worked his way through the pain to a dull throb. He nodded and slowly opened his eyes, "I'm okay. What the hell Angie?"

Angela looked at the contents on the ground and said, "Hex bag. Fucking bastard."

"Why would a Grigori need hex bags?"

Angela stared at the remains on the ground as she calmed her breathing. The ache was going away and she needed to be focused on the job ahead. "Because he wanted to slow me down… us down." She looked at Sam, "Gift wrap for Lucifer."

"Not gonna happen." Sam looked around, relieved that the illusion was gone as well. He didn't even notice when it disappeared. He looked at Angela and started, "Uh Angie…"

Angela hummed as she looked around, focusing. It was sensing Dean was in trouble that brought her out of it. And she didn't want to discuss what happened then and there. "Dean's in trouble. This way." She motioned for Sam to follow.

Sam sighed but even he knew it wasn't the best time to start talking about what happened. Still he felt the need to explain himself and to apologize. He kept his mouth shut and was rewarded when she added in her gentler tone that they would talk about it later. That gave him some measure of hope that she wasn't overly pissed at him. Now he could focus and he asked the question, "How do you know that Dean…?"

Angela opened the door and was greeted by two dogs that looked relieved to see their owners. She kneeled and rubbed both their heads and replied, "Just a feeling. I uh… kind sensed something when we had our hiatus. Turned out to be nothing but…" She cleared her throat since she hadn't mentioned it before.

Sam blinked at that. "So it's…"

"I don't really know. I just had a feeling and…" Angela cleared her throat and stood up. "If it makes you feel better, I've always been able to tell when you or Dean have been in trouble. Kind of started when…" She drifted on and changed the subject, "No, gotta find Suri."

Sam let it go, knowing that eventually once she got herself to where she liked to be, she would or wouldn't talk about it. Plus he was still unnerved by what happened. "Who's Suri?"

Angela paused a moment and then shook her head. There was no reason to lie. "Suri is Suriyel. She is… She's Augie's."

Sam blinked as Angela gave an order to Xander and gave him something to sniff. It wasn't said in so many words but it was spelt out clearly to him. Augusta had a kid and it occurred to him that was why she was reluctant to say anything. It was something of a surprise and yet… "Gus has a daughter?"

"Yeah," Angela replied as she paused while watching the dogs and testing her nose. She glanced at Sam and noted his expression. "No, I didn't know. And was why I didn't want to say anything."

"No I get it," Sam replied. He really did. He was used to this even if it did annoy him on occasion. But it was just her doing what she normally did and that was protecting people. "It's like with Eli."

"Yeah but even Augie knew about Eli. This I didn't and even though I didn't, it still comes to bite me in the ass." She paused to take a breath. "Asmodeus is using Suri to get to Augie to get to me. And… he knows you and Dean would come after me and…"

She didn't need to spell it out since that was essentially what happened in a nutshell. The only exception was when she picked up and left for the other side of the world and Sam and Dean were left behind and then a few other things but the point was that they always did things together and if one was perceived to be in trouble then the rest followed. Sam looked at Angela as he said, "Not your fault Angie."

"Feels like it." Angela offered a sort of half smile at that. It was a vicious circle and one she wasn't going to get into at the moment. "Only way to make this right is to get her back and really stick it to that asshole."

"Amen to that."

Angela gave a half smile as she followed the dogs. She guided them through and managed to avoid any more of those hexed rooms. As it seemed though, there weren't too many of those and it had her puzzled but it also made her wary. Like that expression of 'fool me once' and she could admit that it was more along the lines of 'fool me x times over and shame on me'.

"So uh… why didn't Gus tell you?" Sam knew it was stepping on a sensitive topic but he figured it would go a long way into easing the awkwardness that was still there from what happened with the hex bag. It was a good distraction and he took it. Plus it gave him some information on what they were looking for.

Angela knew what Sam was trying to do and she appreciated it. She wasn't sure of how to approach any conversation with him now. This was a safe topic even though she had been a bit of a bitch about it in the first place. She explained, "There is one thing I teach all my strays. If there is something that you care about and I mean really care about and you don't want the other side to know about it, you have two options. One is to hide in plain sight and the other is to hide it where one would least likely suspect it to be and don't tell. How the latter works out is up to the person hiding it. Me… I did the extreme and had my memory of the Romani suppressed." She shrugged her shoulders at that. She turned back to keep an eye on the dogs. "Augie did what I taught her. I can't fault her for that and she knows better than anyone how much I would fight for a child."

Sam could buy that and knew that very poignantly. He knew that she would go to lengths to protect or save a child. The best example he had was when they had Hibah for three months. And he had seen how she would play and talk to kids and how they responded. In a world where you made sure kids didn't talk to strangers she was setting herself up to be arrested for whatever charges related to wronging children there were. And yet the parents didn't mind her doing that. The cynic said that it was because she used her abilities but Sam knew better. "I know," he replied, "Hibah comes to mind."

Angela paused a moment and glanced at Sam. He did know her well. Under normal circumstances she would have been very uncomfortable with that and perceived it as a threat to her. With Sam, it was different. It had always been different with Sam and it wasn't weird or uncomfortable. She nodded and gave a slight smile as she reached for his hand and gave a slight squeeze of thanks before turning back to the job at hand.

Sam wished that she had held on longer than she had but common sense reigned. They needed to find the others and get Suriyel back. He nodded in reply along with a slight smile to indicate that he had her back. He said, "Moira, find."

Moira barked and led the way with Xander following. Angela looked at Sam with a raised brow and a grin appeared. He merely shrugged like it was nothing and motioned for her to go ahead. Together they made their way through the halls. There were no more surprises but Angela was wary. She couldn't trust her eyes but she could trust her other senses and the dogs would help.

They ended up heading down the stairs and Sam couldn't recall if they ever went upstairs in the first place. He was turned around so much that he was about ready to get as frustrated as he was when he was in that dreamscape. He was relieved Angela paused and motioned silently that there was something on the other side of the door they had come to. He nodded and held his shotgun ready to cover her back. The next thing he knew he saw darkness.

Angela had followed the dogs to a door and had paused when they did. They gave the signal that they had found something and she could hear the very low growl they were emitting. After signaling Sam, she put her hand on the knob and opened the door slowly. She tried not to get annoyed when the pups just burst in. One more thing to train them in. As it turned out, she didn't need to worry. Well sort of.

She came into the room to find Bobby and Dean lying unconscious. She couldn't see Augusta and the room was dimly lit. She looked around to talk to Sam only to find he wasn't there. She frowned and called, "Sam?"

There was no response and she headed towards the door that she had come through and opened it. She looked around starting to feel panic. "Sam!"

Angela didn't like where this was going and she knew Sam wouldn't tease her like this. Not with something like this. She took a couple of deep breaths and went to the opposite end of the room to look around. She opened that door and it opened to another hall. She fought to keep the panic out of her voice as she called, "Sam!"

"I am curious as to how long you'll keep going before you realize that he is gone."

Angela turned on her heel as she heard the growling of Xander. She gritted her teeth, "What do you want?" She looked around, trying to ascertain where the voice was coming from.

"You ask such funny questions. You know what it is that I want. That was made very clear to you not too long ago."

Angela took a couple of steps forward and looked around. It was rhetorical in nature but it served a purpose. She swallowed slightly as she stood there and gestured with her arms. "Well, I'm here. Come and get me and let the others go."

"Now that would be too easy now would it?"

Angela turned as the voice became clearer. She faced the owner of the voice as he appeared. She recognized the shape from a long time ago. He even did the courtesy of dressing the same way he had when they first met. She kept a firm look as she replied, "Easy enough not to cause any problems for either side." She crossed her arms over her chest. "So, make this easy Asmodeus."

Asmodeus grinned as he stepped into the light. He had the hood of his coat up. After all one had to preserve the good memories. "I am making this easy. Use the brat to get to you and the Winchesters would not be that far behind though I do admit that they tend to surprise me at times." He gestured at Dean.

Angela spotted Dean on the ground where he had been knocked unconscious. She kept her eye on Asmodeus as she walked slowly towards Dean. She kneeled to check on him and noted the hasty bandage on his arm. The dark red spot made her throat convulse but when he responded by waking up, that made her feel better and she heard Bobby starting to grumble.

Asmodeus watched her and chuckled slightly, "It amazes me. You still worry about others before yourself." He shook his head as if he couldn't comprehend it. "My question is why?"

Angela helped Dean into a sitting position. She glanced at Asmodeus while she was helping Dean. She knew Asmodeus wouldn't try anything but she was alert all the same and the dogs were making a barrier. She replied, "That is something you probably will never understand. So I suggest you deal with it and take me and let the others go and that includes Suriyel and Sam. And that is non-negotiable."

Asmodeus couldn't help but laugh at that. He watched as Dean glared at him and it looked like the older hunter was waking up too. "You really think that is going to fly, Malachi?"

"She has a name, asshole."

Asmodeus looked at Dean as he stood up and looked ready to charge at him. He scoffed, "One of many stupid Winchester. Though I think there is more behind that declaration than you think. But I am not in the mood to talk to you. I want to talk to her." He pointed at Angela.

"And I gave you my terms. I know that Lucifer has considered and is willing." Angela stepped forward to indicate that she was willing and no tricks were up her sleeve. "So… here I am."

"Angie," Dean grunted.

"You really think that will make it all said and done?"

Angela kept her firm expression as she looked at Asmodeus. She didn't like where this was going and she still had Augusta unaccounted for. She didn't say anything since she got the feeling that this was going to go down a path she wasn't going to like.

Asmodeus had her attention and he continued, "I have to admit that I am disappointed in you. Using one of them to try and get the drop on me and with this." He held up the arrow that he had been stuck with. "Now this is impressive."

Angela felt her eyes widen slightly but it was subtle enough not to be noticed. She gave a slight curl of her lip as she replied, "Then I give kudos. Hunters are pretty good at what they do."

"They are but in this case… sending the father for the daughter… Very disappointing." Asmodeus gave a mocking look of disappointment before giving a slight flourish and more light appeared to reveal Augusta holding Mikhael's head and he was bloodied over. He snapped his fingers to reveal two of his demons with one holding onto Sam and the other to Suriyel. "So I'll give you one last chance Malachi. You know how to find me and try without your puppies."

Angela started forward but Asmodeus was gone with Sam and Suriyel. She took a couple of gasping breaths before she turned and ran towards Augusta. "Augie."

"Help me… please."

A/N: Looks like we know why Sam and Angie are making out and it seems like things are about to get bloody. Keep watching for more Asmodeus...