After pulling into the motel Asa caught Angel's arm again before she could follow her brothers into their room.
"You need to tell me who that was, Ang."
"That was a demon." At his deadpan look she sighed, "Look, you remember that Nebraska case I told you about? The, uh, the seven deadly sins?" At his nod she continued, "Well, that demon you just met saved Sam's ass back there. She's also the one that helped Bobby fix the Colt."
"Why the hell would a demon do any of that?"
"To mess with Sam. She's got some… weird fixation on him." Angel shook her head, "She told him she could save me. Save my soul."
"What?" He frowned, "And, from what I just saw… I'm banking that he believes her?"
"Yeah." She grumbled as she turned and walked towards her brothers room, "She got her hooks in alright. She knows what buttons to push." As soon as they were inside the room Asa leaned back on the door as Angel stepped in front of Sam with a glare, "What the hell were you thinking back there?"
"What?!" Sam scowled at that, "What the hell was I thinking?"
"That was a demon, Sam! We don't stand around and shoot the shit with demons. We kill them. Period." She gave him a look that said he should already know this, "They want us dead, we want them dead."
"Oh, that's funny." He scoffed at her as she turned away from him, "I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? You didn't want her dead."
"Those were different circumstances and you know it." Angel turned back and glared at him as Dean shook his head and sat on the bed, "Casey didn't have me on a hook. She wasn't stringing me along, Sam!"
"No one's stringing me along!" Taking a breath, Sam calmed himself down as he met the eyes of his livid sister, "Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful."
"No!" Dean snapped at him from the bed, "We kill her before she kills us."
"Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?"
Asa nodded, "That works."
Sam ignored him as he looked between Angel and Dean, "If she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives." Angel turned away from him, angrily running her hands over her face, as pain twinged in her stomach, "Look, we have to start looking at the big picture, guys. Start thinking in strategies and- and moves ahead." As he spoke Angel leaned one hand on the wall as she tried to calm herself down, thinking her churning stomach was because of her heightening anger and frustration, "It's not so simple. We're not- we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war."
"Sam…" Angel turned to face him, "You feelin okay?"
Sam groaned in exasperation as he sat at the foot of his bed, "Why are you always asking me that?"
"Maybe because you keep wanting to take advice from a black-eyed hell spawn named Ruby." Angel scoffed as she made eye contact with Dean momentarily, "Oh, and the fact that you seem less and less affected by ganking people as of late."
"Dude." Dean looked at him worriedly as well, "That crap used to eat you up inside."
"Yeah?" Sam scoffed, "And what has that gotten me?"
"That's not the point! The point is that is who you are, Sam." Angel's hand came up to rest on her upper stomach as the pain started to get worse earning a frown from Asa who was quietly watching, "I mean, the three of us, we're supposed to go on these hunting trips and argue about this stuff."
"Usually you'd go on and on about the sanctity of life and all that crap, but lately that's been less and less."
"Wait, that's what this is about?" Sam frowned in confusion, "You two are mad because I'm starting to agree with you?"
"Not mad, Sam." Angel shook her head as she leaned on the wall, "Worried. You're not acting like yourself."
"Yeah, you're right, I'm not." Sam nodded, earning glaces from all around the room, "I don't have a choice."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Look, Ang, you're leaving, right?" Angel grimaced although it wasn't from his words, "And Dean and I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world. Without you." Sams eyes became wet as he clenched his jaw, "So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if Deans gonna make it, if we're gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change."
"Change into what?"
"Into- into you. I gotta be more like you guys."
Angel had been looking increasingly uncomfortable during their talk as she clutched her stomach in discomfort and leaning forward slightly. She shook her head at Sam's confession, but couldn't say anything as slicing pain ripped through her stomach. Her face tightened and she whimpered as she dropped to her knees from the slicing sensation. Asa and Dean were each by her side in the next second, with Sam kneeling in front of her.
"What's going on? What's wrong?"
Angel writhed in pain as she clutched her stomach, barely able to force words out, "Some- somethings wrong." She gasped out in pain, "Bunch of knives inside of me."
"Son of a bitch." Dean growled as he quickly, "The coven. It's gotta be the coven."
The three of them began tearing apart the room looking for the hex bag. They opened all of the cupboards and threw the contents to the floor. The ripped open pillows and the mattresses but still found nothing. Angel screamed in agony before she leaned forward and began choking and sputtering out blood.
"Shit, shit." Panic filled Asa as he dropped down to her side and held her as he checked her pockets for the bag as well, "Come one, babe. Don't die, alright?" He scoffed in frustration when he couldnt find it, "Shit."
"Dean!" Panic filled Sam's voice as well, "I can't find it."
Angel gasped and choked as she tried to breath through the waves of pain and blood. More red hot liquid made its way up her throat as pain sliced through her abdomen. She slumped against the floor, looking weak and hurt as the waves of pain sliced through her.
"No." As she continued to cough weakly Sam rummaged through Dean's bag and pulled out the Colt before locking eyes with Asa, "Stay with her."
"Boys…" Coughing rocked through her agan as Asa held her, "What are you doing?" Sam and Dean both rushed through the door closing it behind them as panic filled Angel, "No! Boys!"
A little while later, Angel was still lying over a pool of blood she had spit out, gasping and coughing up more blood as Asa continued to frantically tear apart the room. They both jumped when the door was kicked open and Ruby stepped inside.
Asa looked from her to Angel and back tensely, "You're not touching-"
Ruby moved her hand and made Asa collide painfully into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Angel looked from his still body to the blonde demon standing a few feet away from her.
"You wanna kill me?" She forced a chuckle before coughing up more blood, "Get in line, bitch."
Ruby rushed over to Angel and pulled her up by the collar of her leather jacket to toss her on the bed. Ruby leaned over the coughing and gasping hunter before forcing her mouth open with her left hand. Angel tried to fight her off but Ruby's grip tightened before she began spraying a dark brown liquid into her mouth from a bag at her side with her right hand. Angel struggled under her hold before Ruby sood up and watched the fellow blond choke on the liquid before spitting some of it out.
"Stop…" Ruby panted, "Calling me names."
After Asa came too he was immediately at Angel's side as she wiped the blood and brown liquid from her face. Asa was taking inventory of Angel's body, making sure she was in fact okay when they both looked over at Ruby's voice.
"Next time any of you point that gun at me…" She cocked an eyebrow at Angel who rolled her green eyes in return "I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?"
Ruby tossed a sawed-off shotgun over to Angel who immediately caught it from her spot on the foot of the bed. She wiped the rest of the blood and brown liquid 'cure' from her face as she stared at Ruby.
"You saved my life." Angel cocked her own eyebrow, "Wasn't expecting that."
The demon smirked, "Don't mention it."
Asa motioned to the bag on her hip, "What the hell did you give her anyway?"
Ruby met his eyes as she backed out of the room, "It's called witchcraft, short bus."
Asa scoffed in slight offence as she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, "Short bus?"
"Well, I'll tell you something…" Angel grimaced as she met Asas relieved eyes, "Witchcraft tastes like ass."
Inside the Van Allen house…
Elizabeth, Renee and Tammie were all around a coffee table that had an altar set up in the middle as they chanted in latin.
"Kihér tolic echranmuk, madan fiéré, marc oh don duer kianave-"
The boys kicked in the door and the women screamed in fear as they got up from the altar and raised their hands in surrender.
Sam entered the room first with the Colt drawn, "Let her go!"
"Let who go? What are you doing?" Renee looked between them wildly, "You're both insane, get out!"
"Look, lady, if you know about us, then you know about that gun." Dean growled as he stood next to Sam with his own gun, "You're killing our sister. Now let her go!"
"Get away from the altar."
Raness scoffed, "What?"
"Now!
They all moved away from the altar with their hands still up as Sam kept the Colt trained on them.
He motioned it between the three cowering women, "Go."
They moved over in front of the fireplace with their hands still up in the air as Elixabeth sputtered, "What- we- we weren't hurting anyone."
"Please!" Renee added, "We don't even know your sister."
"Stop the spell or we both pull the trigger." Dean demanded cocking his own pistol for effect, "Five seconds."
"What?!"
Sam cocked the Colt, "Four."
"No!" Renee yelled, "Please, please don't kill us!"
Elizabeth cried, "We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate!"
Both Winchester boys looked at each other in confusion but still held their guns ready. Something flashed in Sams eyes as he looked from his brother back to the three women.
"Okay, maybe it's not you." Sam pointed the Colt at Elizabeth, "Or you." Then to Renee before moving it to a sobbing, upset and scared Tammi and leaving it there, "Maybe it's you."
"I dont even know what he's talking about." Dean followed suit with his own gun as Tammi sobbed, "What a- are you even talking about?"
"I mean, all of you, everyone in your little coven, you've all had runs of good fortune. Newsworthy good fortune. Except for you, Tammi. Now tell me, why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself?"
"Or is it because you're already getting what you wanted?" Dean glared then motioned to the two other women, "Their souls."
"I can't- I- I'm not- I- I- I don't…" Tammi sighed and put her hands down, going from looking frightened to calm as her eyes changed to black and made the other women gasp in shock, "Nice dick work, Sherlock and Watson."
Sam didn't waver, "Let. Our sister. Go."
"What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, boys, but your sister's lungs should be on the floor by now."
Sam shot the Colt as Dean simultaneously shot his own gun. The bullets slow as Tammi lifted up her hand. They lost momentum, slowing in the air, stopping, and fell to the floor. Elizabeth gasped and shook in fear as she watched.
Tammi grinned right at Sam, "You're in a lot of trouble, Sammy."