A/N: Gah! Up until today, FanFiction was telling me that instead of uploading this chapter, I was uploading an "empty document"... at first I thought my computer had wiped the whole thing. So I'm sorry I couldn't get this up sooner... I'm just glad it's working now!

The songs used are "Angie" by the Rolling Stones, and "I'm About To Come Alive" by Train.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Angie's stare wasn't as cold and penetrating as it had been during their last interrogation, on account of how long she'd been without sleep during their drive to Arizona. However, it still obviously had the power to make the prisoner uneasy.

"Do I know you from somewhere, man?" Jim asked Sam as they approached him.

"Well, if you don't know the face, you might recognize the name," Sam began, "Winchester."

Jim chuckled. "Well, well. What d'ya know? Guess you made it out of that church after all. Too bad I'm not still working for Fay. She'd love to spill your blood if she could get her hands on you."

"I'm sure," Sam said. "One thing I notice… all of you ex-advocates say you were working for Fay. What about the Devil?"

"You don't know much about Fay, do you?" Jim asked, shaking his head. "Guess not, from the way she lured you and Dean so easy last year." Angie's temper flared, but she suppressed it. "Personally I quit believing in the Satan aspect of the whole thing after a while. I mean sure, he might really exist, but I don't think any of us were there to serve him at all. All we did was answer to Fay as she 'spiraled into madness.' We were too afraid for our lives to try and rebel," Jim explained.

"Real bitch, huh?" Sam commented. Both he and Angie exchanged a glance after he'd said it- they both realized that it was a 'Dean comment.'

"Heh. Yeah," Jim answered. "She's weaker now than ever- mentally speaking, y'know? Since the Dark Lord started ignoring her, she's tried harder and harder to compensate… basically by acting like a dictator. She forces everyone to do her dirty work, like she's a queen or something. When we all know she's really just begging for scraps."

"But there can't be that many people left to do her dirty work, right?" Angie asked. "So many of you have been arrested."

"She just recruits new members to take our places," Jim answered. "Don't know how, since she doesn't exactly have real enticing arguments anymore. I'm sure 'I blew up a church full of people and it accomplished nothing' is a great selling point. Anyway, all I was really doing as an Advocate was just feeding someone's delusions. If Lucifer exists, I'm sure he's moved on to someone else trying to summon him. I really can't see something that powerful still relying on a woman who botched the most important part of the whole thing. That's why she's doing this again, gathering prisoners left and right. Fay craves retribution, whether another giant sacrifice would actually work or not."

Angie suddenly felt a dizzying wave of sickness come over her. She took deep breaths as she began to walk away from Sam and the prisoner.

Sam noticed her sudden change in behavior and rushed after her as she left the room. "Angie, are you okay?" he asked as he followed her out the door and closed it behind him.

Jim's eyes flashed at Sam's words. "Very interesting," he commented as he sat waiting for him interrogators to return.

"Hey, what's going on?" Sam asked as Angie sat down on a nearby chair.

"You heard him, didn't you?" Angie asked. "I suspected it before, but I tried to find some way to not believe it… now we know it's the truth." She looked up to meet Sam's eyes. "It's happening all over again. I knew it, I mean, why else would they take Jake? …I'm about to lose my son the exact same way I lost my husband."

Sensing her feeling of hopelessness, Sam sat down in the chair next to her. "Not if we can help it, okay? That's why we're here, to find out where Jake is and rescue him. We can travel three thousand miles looking for him, but we're not going to get very far unless you believe that we can find him," he said. "We just have to ask Lindell a few more questions, and then we can get outta here. Alright?"

Angie nodded. "Yeah."

They stood up and headed back into the room to face the grizzled inmate.

"So where is Fay?" Sam asked. "More specifically, where are the prisoners?"

"I dunno," Jim replied. "Honestly. By now there have been so many deserters that Fay moves everyone and everything the moment one of us runs away. Just in case we feel like ratting her out. All I know is that she always picks somewhere unexpected or secluded, y'know? I guess that doesn't help much."

"Where was everyone last then?" Angie asked. "When you were still there?"

"This little hick town in Colorado," Jim informed. "I'll give you the address."

Sam nodded and passed him a pen and paper.

"It's not exactly an address, actually," Jim explained. "But I'll write down the closest thing to it. See, Fay had this idea that maybe she'd get more power or whatever by working out of an old coal mine. Something about all the minerals down there having spiritual qualities… Eh, I never much understood that kind of thing."

"Do you know anything about using children as sacrifices?" Angie asked as Jim wrote. "Is there any reason why they would try to do that?"

Jim shook his head. "There's no real 'extra power' or anything behind using children," he informed. "Wherever you got that, it's probably all just Hollywood legend. But I guess they could be kidnapping children if they feel like it. Maybe trying something new, I don't know. They weren't doing it before I left, anyway." He passed the pen and paper back to Sam. "You've got your work cut out for you, I'll tell you that," Jim said, looking at Angie.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Lindell," Sam said. He motioned for Angie to follow him as he walked over to the other side of the room.

"I don't know if we'll find anything in old strongholds. Especially one that was in a mine…" Sam reminded, glancing questionably at the address.

"Well, it's still worth a try," Angie said.

Just as they were about to leave, Jim began to sing. His voice was grizzled and purposely off-key, which had a very eerie effect. "My Angie, my Angie…"

Sam and Angie turned around to watch him. He was staring at the ceiling. "When will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie…"

"What is he doing?" Angie asked warily.

"I don't know," Sam said.

"Where will it lead us from here?" Jim continued, not even paying attention to their interest.

"How does he know my name?" Angie wondered.

"Just because he's singing that doesn't mean he knows your name," Sam said. "He's just trying to bother us."

"With no lovin' in our souls, and no money in our coats…"

"Are you sure?" Angie asked warily, not taking her eyes off of the prisoner.

"He might've overheard us talking," Sam realized. "It doesn't mean anything except that he has good hearing. Come on, let's go." He took Angie's arm.

"Do you think he knows something?" Angie asked as they headed towards the door.

"You can't say we're satisfied…" the prisoner's voice haunted.

"Like what?" Sam asked. "He didn't even know I got out of that church alive. It's just a song."

"But Angie, Angie…"

"It's really freaking me out…" Angie said as Sam opened the door.

"Forget about it, that's exactly what he's trying to do," Sam reminded as he led Angie into the hallway.

"You can't say we never tried," Jim sang on.

Jim smirked as they left. Even if he had grown to disagree with the Advocates, it was still amusing to see the reaction of Dean's wife to the song Jim had heard him sing from his cell so many times…

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Angie took a deep breath as the Impala bounced over yet another patch of rough pavement. She'd calmed down significantly since they'd left the prison, but her stomach still churned a little.

"Why would he do that, why would he sing that song?" she asked yet again.

"Angie, you have to let it go," Sam said. "It's not like he was placing a curse on you or anything, nothing bad's happened."

"I know, it's just…" she sat waiting to finish that sentence for a few moments, wondering whether she should share what she was thinking or keep it to herself. "Dean used to tell me that he listened to that song whenever he missed me."

Sam sighed. "Well he did, I'm not going to lie to you. When you guys decided that it wasn't going to work and we left you in Jersey, he would play it all the time. And of course, first we had to search every used record store to try and find that album on cassette so it could work in the car…" Sam began, reliving in his head all he had sat through during that time. Of course, he hadn't protested due to what his brother was coping with, but looking back, it had all been a very annoying process.

"Okay, I get it," Angie interrupted. "Sorry, but I have to say something." Sam obliged and stopped talking to listen to her. She took a deep breath and confessed what had been on her mind. "Do you think… maybe Jim knew Dean or something? I mean, what if he lived longer than we thought that night…"

"Angie, I get it. Believe me, there have been hundreds of times where I've been so furious about losing him that I just wanted to spend every moment hunting. Just to make sure the official reports about that night were correct," Sam admitted. "But where would that get me? I'd be just like my dad. Out on the road, probably getting by through credit card fraud again, never sleeping in my own bed, obsessed with 'what ifs,' lonely… Sarah would obviously leave me. It's not healthy."

Angie looked down at her feet. "I know…"

Sensing a "but…" about to continue that sentence, Sam returned to his monologue. "Even if it did end up being true. I mean, Dean would be kind of pissed that we didn't look for him, but he really couldn't blame us that much. He always kind of wanted the 'civilian life' that everyone else had- he just knew that hunting was more than his job. It was a duty, to everyone out there, to save people. It still is. But now the hunters are more organized. It's easier for each of us to live normally and still hunt," he reminded.

"I don't think I could live with the guilt," Angie admitted. "If I found out he hadn't died in the church… That's one of the reasons I never went looking for him. I wanted to, but I hadn't considered it for a while because my promise was to take care of Jake. I mean, that's the last thing he asked of me. I wasn't going to let him down. And then I wondered, what if I went out looking, and I actually found him somewhere? I honestly have no idea how he would react if I'd abandoned him for so long. For all I know, he could be furious. He could turn away from me because of it, he could…"

"…find your lack of faith disturbing?" Sam interrupted.

"Oh, way to go, nerd," Angie said. Even though Sam had made light about something that was haunting her mind, she couldn't help but laugh. She was afraid that if she thought too seriously about the matter, it would obsess her mind.

"Just remember, we're looking for Jake now. Not Dean," Sam restated. "And if by some twist of fate we actually find Dean… well then, we'll just have to beg for his mercy," he said through a smile which Angie returned.

Maybe I'm not, but you're all I've got left to believe in

Don't give up on me, I'm about to come alive

I know that it's been hard and it's been a long time coming

Don't give up on me, I'm about to come alive…

A/N: Tell me what you guys think of this one. As you could probably tell, there were some different elements to it, some of it that I decided to type in on a whim and then kept in, because it wasn't entirely terrible. Like the whole thing with Jim sort of liking to watch Angie squirm when he sang... that part I'm still not sure about. So, did you like it?