Guess whoooo!!! I am sorry a thousand times over that it has taken me so long to get this next chapter out. Luckily for y'all I will have alot of free time on my hands so I SHOULD get this story done. **Crosses fingers** Sorry its so short!

This is dedicated to anyone still reading it. Lol. If there IS anyone still reading this!

DISCLAIMER: I may own more than I used to but still borrowing Supernatural and Angel.

Chapter 13

The team of Angel Investigation, minus Fred who was upstairs, was gathered around what used to be the hotel's front desk, quietly talking about what was going on upstairs. Suddenly, their conversation halted as approaching footsteps heralded the arrival of the three hunters. Everyone pretended not to notice the teary, bloodshot eyes that were evident on all three, considerably more on the youngest of the group. The three approached the team of private investigators, a slight tension rising in the air. As they approached, Angel and Gunn very slightly placed themselves at the front. Should anything happen, the two strongest would be a bit of defense. But as it turns out, no defense was needed.

Although it took most of his persuasiveness and a slight bit of blackmail on John, Bobby was able to convince the two headstrong Winchesters to hear out the rag-tag team they had stumbled upon before going in guns and stakes blazing. So as they approached Angel and the others, hostility was not at the forefront of their thoughts. John stepped forward as Angel did the same. As if they were two alpha males leading their packs into new territory, they sized each other up, but neither made a move to pull a weapon or throw a punch.

John was the first to break the silence. "Me and you need to get a few things straight, Angel. I don't like you," John bluntly stated. A groan from Bobby sounded at this.

"I assure you, the feeling is mutual," Angel growled out, before jerking forward slightly from a small punch from Cordelia.

"But I get this feeling that you know what happened to my boy. So I want answers. Now," John spat out.

"I'm not the only one here who hasn't been completely honest," Angel shot back, with a quick look at Dean.

When it looked as though another shouting match was about to begin, Wesley stepped forward. "Now gentlemen, before we begin to reenact our toddler years, how about we all go about this rationally? Apparently, we have all been keeping things from one another. Calmly and quietly, let's lay everything out on the table. Figuratively speaking, of course," Wesley suggested, looking between John and Angel, ready to move the second it seemed that they were not open to his suggestion.

"Fine," the two black-haired men growled at the same time; however, neither proceeded to speak. Silence reigned in the room.

Eventually it was Dean who broke the staring match between his dad and the souled vampire. "Dad," he called gruffly, his emotions still close to the top. When he had his dad's attention, he continued. "If these guys know something about Sammy, then we need to hear them out. We need… I need to know what happened to my little brother." At a slight nod of acceptance from John, Dean began to re-count his version of what happened. "Me and Sammy spilt up about three weeks or so ago. We had some stupid argument; I don't even really remember what it was about," Dean slightly lied. He had been playing that night over and over in his mind for three weeks, first in anger then after losing Sam, trying to find out how things could have happened differently. "Anyways, I got a call a few days ago from a cop. To make a long story short, Sammy was dead." Dean stopped here for a minute, his emotions threatening to choke him. "I ran into this guy," Dean continued, once he was okay to continue, "he told me about you guys." He gestured to the AI team. "Told me if I needed help with supernatural stuff to call you. So when I came back and saw Sam's stuff on the desk, I flipped. I just knew you had something to do with his…him being gone."

"Hold on," Cordelia interrupted. "I thought you last name was Williams and your brother's name was Benny?"

"Benny?" Bobby questioned Dean with a chuckle. "How the hell did you come up with Benny?"

"Uh," Dean scratched his head, a bit sheepishly, "I knew how much Sam likes Ben and Jerry's ice cream. So…"

"So you lied about your brother's name and your last name?" Cordelia asked. "Why?"

"Well, we hunters aren't always on the up and up with the law-folks. So we tend to use aliases to keep things easier," Bobby explained.

"Big word, Bobby," John piped in. "'aliases'. You been reading books again?"

"Shut it," Bobby shot back.

The rest of the group smiled at the banter between the two older hunters. Dean smiled the widest, glad to see that apparently Bobby and John had made up from that shotgun incident. He winced as he remembered the blowout between his dad and family friend. Suddenly something occurred to him.

"Dad," he queried, "What were you and Bobby doin' near each other?" He turned to Bobby. "You didn't shoot him full of buckshot did you?"

Bobby looked at John as if asking for permission to answer the question. But John shook his head. "I got this one Bobby," he said. He turned to face his eldest. "You know I've been on the trail of that yellow-eyed son-of-a-bitch." At Dean's nod, he continued, "Well I followed him to a town in South Dakota, but he was gone by the time I got there. But I happened to hear some people talking at a convenience store about a house that seemed to me to be hosting a poltergeist. So I decided to take care of it before I left town. Turns out I wasn't the only hunter on that job." Here, John motioned at Bobby. "After arguing and almost gettin' our asses killed because we weren't paying attention on the job, we got rid of the damn thing. That's when I got your message."

"Never seen your daddy paler than when he listened to that message," Bobby added.

Things were silent again after the hunters were done relating their side of the events leading to this moment. Angel contemplated the grieving family and, after a pointed glare from Cordelia, decided to explain what had happened on their side.

"Since you shared, I guess we will too," Angel commented. Then he proceeded to explain the Avadon demon and their unexpected helper in the fight. "I don't know where he came from, and I don't know why the ritual on the Avadon demon killed him too. All I know was that he landed in the circle with the demon as Wesley here read the final words of the incantation."

"You mean to tell me, y'all know how to get rid of one of those damn things?" John interrupted, looking at the book-ish man behind Angel.

"Yes, I found the ritual in one of the….." Wesley began in on one of his lectures before a groan from Dean cut him off.

"Not another book-worm. Geez, you sound worse than Sammy," Dean grumbled.

"Dean," John warned his son. The younger hunter went quiet. "So why did it happen?" the brusque man asked the former Watcher.

"Well, I have a couple of theories…" Wesley began but was cut off by Dean once again.

"Theories? My brother is DEAD and you have theories?"

"Dean! That's enough."

"Yes, sir." But Dean was still glowering at the Englishman before him.

Wesley became slightly flustered at the many interruptions by the hot-under-the-collar young man before him. "As I was saying…" he began before being interrupted, yet again. This time it was Fred who did the interrupting.

"Angel! Charles!" she called from the top of the stairs. "I need you up here! Something's happening!"

John turned to Angel at her exclamation. "I thought we were laying everything out on the table. You seem to be holding back on us."

"A…uh, friend of ours has been having these…attacks, if you will, and we don't exactly know what they are," Wesley explained, as the AI team began moving towards the stairs, all eager to check on Lorne.

John, Bobby, and Dean all looked at one another and then proceeded to follow the concerned friends upstairs. The group went through the winding hallways until they stopped at a door.

Angel turned to the hunters and said, "I don't want to see a single gun or weapon raised against Lorne or I will toss you out of here myself."

Dean traded looks with his father and Bobby before shrugging and said "Whatever, dude."

Angel gave them another hard stare before opening the door and stepping through. Lorne was lying on the bed, obviously in pain and in the middle of one of his "visions". The hunters were astonished to see a demon—a brightly dressed one at that— snug in one of the hotel's beds. Of course they were even more astonished when the green, horned demon yelled out.

"DEAN!!"