A/N...well, we're drawing to a close. I've had a couple of PM's to give more info on Angie, so here you go...
Dean pulled out his gun and pointed it two handed at the man in front of him. "My friend here asked you who the fuck you are. You'd better answer him"
The man tilted his head to one side, regarded the gun, and raised his hands in surrender. "Do not shoot me. I will tell you what you want to know. Please
do not shoot me"
Dean lowered his gun. "So, talk"
The man kept his hands raised. "My name is David. I am from the same place as Dahn Ah M'Rath . The one you know as Angie. In my language, and hers,
she is known as Dahn Ah M'Rath, it roughly translates as 'the angel of whiteness'."
The hunters exchanged confused glances. "You're the same as Angie?" asked Bobby.
"No. Yes. No"
"Talk the same" Dean muttered. "You can put your hands down, David. And pull up a seat. I'm thinking you have a bit of a story to share, here."
Sam shoved a chair at David and sat back down on the desk. Bobby walked around and sat behind it, and Dean pulled up another chair. "Spill" he
ordered.
David took his cap off and ran his hands through his wavy hair, the soft curls spilling around his collar. "I am not as old as…as Angie. I am one of many
that was created to replace her. Without success. She is the only one that is like her, that has all of the power."
"How many of you were created?" asked Sam.
David smiled sadly, and shook his head. "Many. Maybe thousands, maybe more. Most died. Some had to be destroyed, they were pure evil. Some were
twisted, strange creatures that were better off being put down. And sometimes" he lifted his large green eyes to the hunters "Some of us survived. We
have small powers. We could do little things, but we were not her."
"What powers do you have? Do you have fangs?" Bobby asked.
David opened his mouth, and a full set of vampire fangs revealed themselves. He snapped them away. "I can come and go, but I do not have wings. I
have very little power. I am strong, stronger than a man. And I can read minds, a little. Some other things, but not much. Not like her"
"So, how come you're here, too? How'd you get away? Or are you hunting her as well?" Sam questioned.
"Angie was captured, a few centuries ago. She had breached the realms of Hell and this made her location known to her creators. They captured her and
took her home. That is the first time I saw her. I was one of those assigned to attend her. Food, water, such essentials. I was little more than a squire,
where we are from." He looked down at the cap, and started to twist and turn it in his hands.
"I saw what they did to her. How they tortured her to make her comply. They were very, very bad. They hurt her very much, all day, every day.
Sometimes, she was so exhausted; she would just lie on the floor, and look at me. Her eyes held so much sorrow and fear. She feared that she would
once again become what she had been, before."
A tear dripped down his cheek, a single measure of the remembered pain. "She resisted for several years, but they persisted. One day, I heard them.
They had found a way to restore all that she was. They told her, and she howled like a wild thing for the fear of what she would become. That night,
while they prepared, I released her. I opened her cell. No one knew it was me. Not the Dahn Ah M'Rath, not the captors, not anyone." He smiled a little.
"She found the cage open, and fled. I cleared the way for her, but kept hidden. She wandered for a while before she returned here, and I followed her.
That is one of my powers, I can…track…her. Our creators do not know this, or I would have been used as more than a servant. I am the one who gave
you the journal. I was here before. I watch. I keep my distance. "
He paused, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I move her, too, if I feel she is unsafe while she sleeps. I have tended to her wounds, and
bathed her, and kept her hidden for many years, but I have done this only while she sleeps. You see, she sleeps for four or five days at a time. She stays
awake for many weeks, then sleeps like the dead for a week. I make sure she is safe while she sleeps" He gave a self conscious smile. "She cannot
sense me. I can track her, but she cannot feel me"
Dean got up and grabbed four glasses and the whiskey bottle. He poured them all a shot and handed one to David. The blonde man looked at the liquid,
then up as Dean. "I'm thinking we all need a drink" Dean said, then turned and leaned back against the desk, his elbow resting on his brother's knee.
"So how long have you been in love with her?" Dean asked the blonde man.
David looked like he'd been slapped. "I'm…I am not…I couldn't.." He blinked a couple of times, and then lowered his eyes. "I have loved her since the first
time I saw her"
"Why haven't you told her?" Bobby asked him.
David gave him a lop sided smile, regret written clearly in the green yes. "The same thing that blocks her from being able to sense me, also stops her
from feeling anything for me. She cannot, um, bond? Yes, bond, or make a connection with me. She can never have any feelings for me, not ever love me,
or even really like me. No matter how many controls she uses, I could not even be her friend."
"Has she ever loved anyone?" Dean asked him.
He frowned. "That I know of, only once, a very long time ago"
"What happened?" Prompted Sam.
"Well, he was human. She did not wish to take away his future. She could never, um, you know, with him, and she could never bear him children. So she
let him be"
"She left him?" Sam asked.
"She left him."
"So, she can never have kids"
"She has no reproductive organs" David replied.
"Yeah, but, um" Dean looked down at his glass "She's got, I mean, I've seen her naked. Apart from having the total no body hair thing, she defiantly has
girly bits"
"She has no hair on her body?" Sam asked.
"Not the point, Sam" Dean didn't look at him.
"She has..um..girly bits... but she is like a child"
"Oh" Dean shuffled his feet, a bit. "But she's got, um" he held his hands out in front of him "You know, boobies"
"Her creators were unsuccessful in many attempts before the Dahn Ah. Once the ability to reproduce was removed they become more successful"
"So she can never…um..you know" Sam looked uncomfortable.
"No" David replied "Never"
"Sucks ass" Dean muttered. "What about you? Can you...you know"
"Yes. I can not bear children, but I can...well, I can do that"
"Well, what about these dreams we have? Not just us, others in the journal have had them, too." Sam drank from his glass.
David nodded, and sipped the whiskey. "I have read the journal. Those dreams are from your thoughts, your reactions and emotions, not hers. Her
power triggers the dreams, but not the content"
"Good to know. Some of the stuff we're dreamed about, well, I'm glad she's not thinking about that shit" Said Sam.
"So, why do you leave the journal?" Bobby held it up to emphasize his point. "What's the idea behind this?"
"I do it so you can see she is not evil. She often is hunted as a monster. You, yourselves, were willing to hunt her the first time you found her. This way,
you learn more about her, and you can pass on to the next hunter what you know. And, I confess" he blushed a little "It gives me a little glimpse of her
life, from the inside"
"How do you track her?" Bobby put the journal down.
"Her blood was used to create me. Added to my very make up. I have my own bond with her, like her thralls. It does not control me, but I can feel her,
where she is, what she is doing. And I can pick up on what others are thinking and feeling about her. I just watch. I do not interact. It is better this way"
"Why is it better?" asked Dean.
"It gives us a small advantage. No one is expecting me"
Dean said, and took a sip of his drink. "So, she never wondered how she got shifted around, or cleaned up?"
"I am sure she did, for a long while. But I have been doing it for so long, I think now she just accepts it. She tries to find out now and then, even asked
some of her hunter friends to help her. But I am good at what I do. I have never revealed myself before. I have never had to"
Sam leaned forward "Where are you both from?"
"It is of no consequence"
"To you, maybe, but to us, I think it may have consequences. Besides" Sam looked over at his brother, then back at David. "We really wanna know"
David frowned. "This is not helping. They have her and they will take her back. There is no one that can save her if they get her home, this time. She will
be lost forever, she will be changed back to the Dahn Ah Ramohn Tian, the Angel of Destruction. We have to find her before they take her from this
Earth."
"So, she's not from Earth?" Sam folded his arms. "Are you aliens?"
"There are many more realms of existence than you can comprehend. There are many more beings than you have ever met. There are creatures that defy
all possibilities of existing, but they do exist. The Dahn Ah is one of these creatures, and we are from a realm that is from beyond here. This is all that you
need to know, for now. Except that, if they do restore her to the Angel of Destruction, they will destroy this realm first, so she can never return."
Bobby let out a whistle. "Best we be seeing if we can stop that happening, then"
"How?" Dean asked.
David looked confused. "How, what?"
"How do we rescue her?"
"Oh. We need to defeat the ones that took her"
"And they are?"
David drained his glass. "They are like me"
"Rejects?" Dean asked. Sam poked him in the ribs.
"Yes. No. Yes. They were not created the same, but similar. They were made to be soldiers, fighters, hunters, that sort of things. They are not as
powerful as Angie, but they do have power. And weapons."
David stood and held his glass out to Dean. "May I have some more?"
Dean refilled him, and he sat back down. "They are not impervious to injury, and they can be killed. We can kill them"
"Okay" Bobby leaned back in his chair "We gotta find them, first. I'm guessing you know where they are"
"Yes. I can sense the Dahn Ah. Surely they are with her"
"Surely they are" Dean answered. "Um, should we be calling her that? Darna?"
"That is what she is called, not her name. Such as you are a human, but that is not your name"
"So what does she like to be called? Does she have a real name?" Sam asked.
"She has no name. It is one of the ways her creators controlled her. They did not want her to have her own identity. But one of her makers, when she
was very young, called her 'Sree'. It means young girl, or my girl."
"She likes that name?"
"I do not know. It is not what you would call your child, or any child. More what you would call a female pet, such as a dog. I have heard her use it, as an
alias, or when she needs a name and no one has given her one. Mainly she just answers to whatever the last hunter named her"
"Well, what do we need to gank these suckers, and how do we get there?" Dean pulled his gun back out. "Normal bullets? Silver? And you can wink us
there, right?"
"I cannot transport you there. I can take only one at a time, if I have a rest in between. And you can use any bullets. They are strong, like the demons
that are here, and their weapons will kill you. But they can be injured, and they can die. These beings have been killed before, by the Dahn Ah and by
other creatures."
"Well, that pretty much answers my nest question. If these two goons don't return, it's not gonna be too out of the ordinary, is it?" Dean tucked his gun
back into his jeans. "I mean, the boss goons aren't gonna come looking for their dead bounty hunters?"
"No, they will not. They will not know for a long time they have even been killed. These men rarely check in, they do so only if they have found the…um…
Angie."
"Alrighty then, where are they?" Dean asked him.
"This is something I need to meditate on. I can find her, but I need to take a little time."
"Well, best you be doing that" Bobby told him. "Do you need a candle or something?"
David gave him a little smile. "No. No candles. I do need to be alone. Maybe that room downstairs?"
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Sam and Dean had stocked up their duffels and were now in the kitchen waiting for Bobby.
"So, how're you doing?" Sam handed his bother a beer. "I mean, it can't have been easy, watching Nick die, nothing you could do to help him"
Dean gave him a grim look. "Yeah." He sipped the beer. "Yeah, that sucked out loud. You know, you get used to hearing women scream"
Sam raised his brows.
"Don't look at me like that. You know what I mean. You hear them on TV, on horror movies and TV shows, but men? You don't hear them scream. Not
really. Not like this. He screamed Sam, and I could hear all of the horror and pain and…and.." he waved the bottle around, searching for the word.
"Anyway, it brought back memories. Y'know, torture scrams. Not something I wanted to hear again."
Sam nodded, deciding it was best not to speak. Dean didn't often open up, and he wanted to let him get this off his chest.
"He was a good stick, that sheriff" Dean sipped his beer again "He didn't deserve that. No one did"
"So, this David, he has given us more on Angie in half an hour than she has in the whole time we've known her" Sam leaned on the kitchen bench, a new
subject seemed to be needed.
"That he has. What do you make of him?" Dean replied.
"He seems legit" Bobby growled as he walked in "Not sure about the vampire fangs. He's got a whole lot more'n Angie. Do they feed? We never asked
her that"
"Don't think Angie does" Sam answered "That demon, from last time we were with her, said she won't eat meat in case it makes her go monster. I'm
thinking blood would be worse"
"Yeah, but what about David? He could be full on fang buster blood feeder" Dean walked to the fridge. "Do we ask him?" He got a beer out for Bobby.
"Ask him what?" David asked as he entered the kitchen.
"If you feed on blood" Bobby took the beer and handed it to David.
"No. I do not. I tried it once. I threw up" he looked at the beer, and handed it back to Bobby.
"Does Angie drink blood?" Sam asked him.
David looked at his feet. "Yes" he softly replied "Once, that I know of.
"You're kidding" Dean exclaimed "Are you sure?"
David looked up, his large green eyes soulful. "When I released her from the cage she drank from several guards. It replenished her. I have never seen
her do this again." He looked from face to face of the three hunters. "She does not like to hurt any innocent being. And she has not had the need to feed
again. Remember, also, that she had very few controls back then, they had removed all of her silver."
"Creepy image" Dean finished his beer. "So you have a location for us?"
"I do. It is not far. Shall we drive?"
Dean grabbed his duffel. "Take me there first, the others can meet us, bring the car up."
"Dean" Sam grabbed his bag up, as well. "You can't do this alone"
"I won't be. I'll have fairy boy here. And you'll be right behind me. This way, I can scope out the place and have a plan by the time you get there."
"Dean.." Sam started to protest.
"Dean, nuthin. That's the plan. Bobby?"
"Yeah, okay. I don't like it, but okay." He drained his beer and put the bottle on the counter. "Just promise me you won't go in till we get there."
Dean smiled. "When have I ever done anything as reckless as that?"
A/N.. only a chapter or two to go... thanks for the reviews!