ACT TWO

Outside the bar...

The four of them walked back to the car, Angel scoffs, "Who the hell was the blonde?"

"I don't really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, it's weird."

"And what was she saying? We treat you like luggage?" Dean asked angrily, "What, were you bitchin' about us to some chick?"

Sam turned to them both, "Look, I'm sorry. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen—"

"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying?"

"Obviously there is." Angel scoffs, "Why else would she come at us like that. Obviously we're keeping you against your will Sam."

"No, of course not. Now, would you guys listen?"

"What?"

Asa motioned to Angel to let up, "Fine. What?"

"I think there's somethin' strange going on here."

Dean glared, "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me."

"Dean not every woman on god's green earth is going to throw themself at you."

"Listen," Sam started, "I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead."

"Why?"

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"

"I don't know, random coincidence?"

Asa shrugged, "It happens, Winchester."

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on."

Dean smirks, "Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" Sam rolls his eyes and laughs, "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" He points to his head and grins

Angel grimaces and Asa laughs, "Gross."

Sam becomes serious again, "Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts," He turned to Angel and Asa, "And see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor."

"Got it." Asa smiled, "I got a few contacts i can call about it."

Dean studied him, "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna watch Meg."

"Sam." Angel groaned

Dean laughs, "Yeah, you are."

"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry."

"All right, you little pervert."

"Dude."

Angel swatted Deans head, "Cmon. Good luck Sammy." She winked as they crossed the street and left Sam

With Asa and Angel...

After a few hours of research Angel grabbed her phone and dialed Sam, "Yeah?"

"Any luck Sammy?"

"You and Dean are the same person."

"Ouch. I like to think i'm more mature."

"Right. What do you got?"

She looks down at Asas research, "It turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva."

"What's a Daeva?"

"It translates to 'demon of darkness'. Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes—kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls."

"How'd you figure that out?"

"Thank Asa. He's definitely got some contacts worth linking up with." She winked at him when he came out of the bathroom, "Anyway, here's the thing, they gotta be summoned, conjured."

"So, someone's controlling it?"

"Yeah. And, from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos."

"So, what do they look like?"

"Well, nobody knows, but nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town."

"Yeah no doubt."

"Have fun Sammy." Angel smirked before hanging up

With Sam and Dean...

Sam entered his and Deans motel room and Dean jumped up, together they said, "Dude, I gotta talk to you."

Sam shook his head, "We need Angel for this. Its big."

"She's uh," He laughs, "A little busy i think."

"Well this takes precedence." Grabbing the extra key Sam walked over to her room ignoring Deans calls and banged on her door, "Angel, i'm back this is important. We're coming in."

Walking in Angel scrambled off Asa, landing ass on the floor, and covered herself with the blanket, "What the hell guys! It's locked for a damn reason!"

Sam gave her an intense bitch face, "Am i the only one actually working this case?"

Angel scoffed, "Just… out". She got up and ushered them out, "Get out!"

Asa laughed when she slammed the door glaring, "You think that's funny? My little brothers almost seen us both naked!"

"I think its cute seeing you around your baby brothers. Shows a side i'm not use to seeing."

"Ace… stop." She blushed

"Also… i love that i make you blush…"

He came over and kissed her neck but she dropped grabbing his pants and shoving them into his arms, "Don't start something we can't finish right now. Get dressed."

Later on they were all in Sam and Dean's room listening to what Sam was retelling, Dean laughs, "So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?"

"Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing."

"Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." He chuckles, Sam rolls his eye

"What's the deal with that bowl again?" Asa interjected

"She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."

"With who?" Angel asks, "With the Daeva?"

"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse."

Dean thinks for a moment and glances at some files on a nearby table. He sits down at the table and looks through them, "Holy crap."

"What?"

"What I was gonna tell you earlier—I pulled a favor with my –" he clears his throat, "Friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims—we missed something the first time."

"What?" Angel shuffled over to him, "We don't miss things."

Dean continued, "The first victim, the old man—he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born."

When he point to something on the [age Angels entire body went rigid, "Lawrence, Kansas."

"Mmhmm." He picks up the second file, "Meredith, second victim—turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from."

The paper reads 'Lawrence, Kansas.' Sam sits down across from Dean, clearly shocked, "Holy crap."

"This is bad…" Angel shook her head

Dean nods, "Yeah."

Asa looked around confused, "What's the importance in Lawrence?"

Angel gulped looking up at him, "That where the demon killed our Mom. That's where everything started."

Sam looked to rhwm, "So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?"

Dean nods, "I think it's a definite possibility."

"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?"

"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."

Angel smirked, "You wanna run head first into this?" He nods, "I'm down, Let's do it."

"No, we can't." Sam disagreed, "We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her."

"I'll tell you one thing…" Dean got up, "I don't think we should do this alone."

Asa sighs, "I'm here as long as you guys need me."

"No."

"No?" As asked turning ti Angel, "What do you mean no?"

"I mean…" She sent a look to her brothers and they shuffled out, giving them space, "I don't want you apart of this. It's too dangerous."

"Babe i'm a hunter. Dangerous is kinda in my job description."

"Not this type of dangerous… Look i love that you wanna help, i do, but…"

"It's a family thing?" His face hardened

"Im sorry Asa… I just- i don't want any more people i care about dead and that includes you."