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WARNING: Some of these episodes/chapters may contain graphic violence, cursing, mentions of suicide or assault and other triggering aspects. Proceed with caution please.

Starring…

Katheryn Winnick as Angel Winchester

Dove Cameron as Young Angel Winchester

Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester

Ridge Canipe as Young Dean Winchester

Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester

Colin Ford as Young Sam Winchester

Jim Beaver as Bobby Singer

Chris Pine as Asa Fox

Sierra McCormick as Lilith & Fremont Daughter

Katie Cassidy as Ruby

Lauren Cohan as Bela Talbot

Richard Speight Jr. as The Trickster

Charlie Hunnam as Jax Diesel

Cindy Sampson & Nicholas Elia as Lisa & Ben Braeden

Sterling K. Brown as Gordon Walker

Oak Park, Illinois…

On a dark suburban neighborhood street a man in his thirties, with red hair and a beard, exited the house with a bag of garbage. He took it out to the garbage cans and stuffed it in. As he walked back to the house, the garbage cans rattled. Turning back around he walked over to them cautiously. They continued to rattle and when he looked up to the sky he saw a black demonic cloud swirling over the Chicago skyline in the distance.

Panicked, he ran back towards the house, but tripped before getting there. A tendril of demon smoke poured into his mouth.

He opened his eyes, now demon black. The now-possessed man stood, looking towards the rest of the demonic cloud now streaming towards Chicago, and smiled.

One week later…

Sam and Dean sat at a table in a local dive bar listening to The Guess Who's American Woman. Dean was biting into a greasy burger while Sam had his nose deep down in a book. The page read 'Dr. Faustus' and there were pages and pages of information on Crossroads Deals. Angel wasn't sitting with them though. She was leaning over the bar with her beer flirting with the very cute, buff and tattooed bartender, who was eyeing her down happily as well.

Dean shook his head at that, then turned to his brother, "Find anything?"

"Not yet."

"I don't know how i feel about our sister picking up bartenders in front of us." Dean shuddered as he took a swig of his beer, "Grosses me out."

Sam laughed then sent a look up to Angel who was smiling, and shook his head.

"You're just mad the waitress wouldn't give you her number."

Dean deadpanned, "Shut up." He sighed, "You know, i could've got her number if Angel didn't ditch her wigman position. Just saying."

"She's happy right now." Sam shook his head, "Let's just… let her be."

"Yeah…" Sadness overtook Dean and he pushed the burger away from him, "There's gotta be something we can do to reverse this. I'm not just going to let her die, man."

"Me either, Dean." Sam lifted his eyes to him once again, "We're gonna find something. We will. We have too."

At the ringing in his pocket, Dean pulled his phone out and answered, "Yeah?"

Bobby sounded, "Hey, Dean."

Dean threw a weird look over to Sam who put the book down and looked at him oddly, "Hey, Bobby."

"Whatcha doing?"

"Same old, same old. You alright, Bobby?"

"Yeah… Sam buried in that book again?" Dean paused, "Dean, you two want to break Angel free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?"

"Kid, I wish I knew. So where's your sister?"

"Uh…" He grimaced when he looked up and saw a different bartender behind the bar, the one she was talking to now leaning down to kiss her, "Otherwise entertained."

"What?"

"Never mind. What's up, Bobby?"

"Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something."

As Dean hung up with Bobby, Angel separated from the bartender. She winked at him before turning to go walk back over to her brothers, admittedly a little tipsy.

"Alright…" She leaned on the table with a grin, "This bar is great."

Sam smiled and chuckled before he shook his head.

Dean, however, rolled his eyes, "Separate from your friend, Ang. We got work."

"But…" Angel frowned, "Dustin wanted to show me his classic."

"Yeah…" Dean scoffed, admittedly getting a little protective, "He wants to show you something but it's not his car, Ang."

"Dean, why so sour? You're ruining my buzz." She pushed his shoulder, "Listen, little brother, I barely make a peep whenever you get lucky at a bar or with a chick, alright? In fact, I help your ass run plays. So. You can give Dustin and I 20 minutes."

Dean studied her, "How drunk are you? Run it down for us."

"Drunk enough to where I feel good. Not so drunk I can't make my own decisions." Angel smirked, "I'm fine, D."

"You can't even remember the guy's name." He cocked an eyebrow, "It's Darren."

"No, it's Dustin."

Sam eyed between Dean's worried protective-brother expression and Angels entertained one before piping in, "Actually, he said it was Derrick, guys."

"Right." Angel grinned and pointed to Sam, "Good lookin out Sammy. Gimme 30 minutes."

Dean rolled his eyes again, "Rap it up, Angel."

She turned from walking back towards the waiting bartender, "I always do."

Laughing at both of their horrified expressions she winked and headed out the door with Derrick.

Dean turned to Sam, taking a swig of his beer, "Your sister needs help."

An hour later, after sending the bartender's address to her brothers, Angel slipped back into the impala, pleasantly satisfied, and freshly showered. She waved at Derrick as they drove away.

"Alright boys." She sighed happily, "No need to worry. I'm here."

Dean eyed her warily from the rearview, "Have fun?"

"Lots. And…" She grinned as she leaned into the front, "I appreciate you two not being total jerks about it." She punched Dean in the arm, "Mostly Sam though."

Dean shook his head with a smirk as Sam chuckled, "Yeah, no problem. We both think you deserve to have a little fun, Ang."

"No objections here." Dean puts his hands up, "Just a little grossed out seeing my sister pick up guys. "

"Well, thanks boys. Preciate it. And next time I'll help you get the girl instead of ditching you, D." She chuckled, "So, what's Bobby got for us anyway?"

"Not much." Sam explained, "A crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Ah, could be demonic omens-"

"Or.." Dean countered, "Could just be a bad crop and a bug problem."

"Yeah, but it's our only lead."

She looked between them, "Any freaky deaths?"

"Nothing Bobby could find…" Sam shook his head, "Not yet, anyway."

"It's weird. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Mmmm." Angel thought, "Seventeen."

"Seventeen. You'd think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bupkis." Sam looked over at him confused and Dean paused, "What are the demons waiting for?"

"Who knows." Angel sighed with a shrug, "But we'll find out. Eventually anyway."

"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."

"I don't know, man." Sam shook his head, "Be careful what you wish for."

Just Outside Lincoln, Nebraska…

The next morning, the three of them pulled up outside a farmhouse. Dean got out munching on a burger. The air was filled with the sound of cicadas.

Angel took her sunglasses off and looked around, "Those cicadas can not be a good sign."

"No." Sam agreed, "No, they can't."

Bobby came over, greeting the three with a smile.

"So…" He turned his eye to Dean curiously, "We're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?"

"Well…" Dean turned to him and shrugged, "My sister might be dead in a year. I'm eating my feelings."

"Dean." Angel scolded as she wacked him across the back of the head before walking over to Bobby, "What do you think this is? Biblical plague?

"Let's find out." Bobby led them to the door, "Looks like the swarm's ground zero."

Dean pounded on the farmhouse door, "Candygram!"

The only answer was the chirp of the cicadas. Dean picked the lock and opened the door slowly. The four quickly recoil and cover their noses in disgust at the smell that emanated from the room.

"That's awful."

"That so can't be a good sign."

"Nope, bad sign number two." Angel readied her gun, "Pretty sure someones dead."

Dean entered first, Sam and Angel behind him with their guns drawn. They crept through the house which was empty of anyone so far. Stopping in the second room, they could hear what sounded like panicked screams.

Sam looked over, "You hear that?"

They kicked open the next door discovering the sounds were coming from a television set playing an episode of 'Dallas'. A family of three was seated on the couch, several days dead. Their bodys were significantly decayed. The three of them instantly recoil at the increased stench.

Angel covered her mouth as she gagged, "Jesus."

Bobby entered through the other side of the room and also recoiled in horror.

"Bobby…" Sam looked up at him, hand around his nose and mouth, "What the hell happened here?"

"I dont know."

Dean instructed, "Check for sulfur."

The three of them began to investigate the room when Dean heard a noise out front and whistled quietly. He then signaled to the others that he's going to go check it out with Angel so Bobby and Sam circled around the other direction.

Out front, Dean exited cautiously, gun drawn, and looked around. As he came around the house he was hit from behind and knocked to the ground by a man with a shotgun. Another woman came up behind them.

Angel quickly and quietly stepped out next, cocking the trigger on her Beretta. They tensed at the sound.

"Take the gun off my brother or get a bullet in your skull, stranger." He lifted the gun slowly, "Good. Now, drop it."

Bobby came up from the other side to check the commotion. When he saw the two strangers, recognition came over him.

"Isaac? Tamara?"

"Bobby." Tamara breathed in relief, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask the same."

"Bobby…" Angel moved her body slightly so she could see him but didn't take her gun off them, "You know them?"

"Yeah." He motioned for her to put the gun down and she did, "They're friends. Hunters."

Isaac smiled, "Heya, Bobby." He sent a wary look to Angel and she smiled apologetically, "Just in time, friend."

"Hello!" Dean raised an arm pitifully from the ground and waved for attention, "Bleeding here."

Isaac and Tamara's Place…

Back at Isaac and Tamara's place Dean was on the phone with the coroners tech as the others walked around surveying the house.

Dean, on the phone, smirked, "Jenny! That is a beautiful name. That's my sister's name, actually."

Angel looked over and raised a brow at him. He smiled in return but continued his conquest. She went back to surveying some odd looking twigs in a mason jar as Sam looked over something they had hanging from the ceiling.

"Honey?" Isaac turned to Tamara, "Where's the Palo Santo?"

"Well, where'd you leave it?"

"I don't know, dear." He smiled, "That's why I'm asking."

Sam turned curiously, "Palo Santo?"

"It's holy wood, from Peru." Tamara explained, "It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exercising them."

She dug in a bag, pulled out a large, pointed stake and handed it to Isaac with an affectionate smile.

He surveyed the tip of it, "Thank you, dear."

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."

"So…" Angel grinned between them, "How long you two been married?"

Tamara walked over and started shuffling things around, "Eight years this past June."

Isaac put a hand on her shoulder and chuckled, "The family that slays together…"

"Right." Sam nodded looking from them to Angel knowingly, "I'm with you there, so… how'd you get started?"

Awkward silence stretched as Tamara and Isaac shared a painful look, with hard memories.

"I, uh, you know…" Sam backtracked when he got a grim look from Bobby, "I'm sorry. It's not- that's none of my business."

"No, no." Tamara waved him off, "It's- it's alright."

Dean finished up on the phone and walked over, "Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, I'd love to have an… 'appletini'." He made a face at the others at the word, "Yeah. Call you later." Hanging up he addressed the group, "That was the coroner's tech."

"And?"

"Get this: that whole family's cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle." He shrugged, "They just sat down and never got up."

Bobby scowled, "But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away."

"Okay, weird…" Angel raised a brow thinking, "What kind of Demon kills like that?

"If it's a demon."

"Well if it is, it's not like anything I ever saw…" Bobby said with eyes wide, "And I've seen plenty

"Well, what now?" Dean looked to all of them, "What should we do?"

"Uh…" Isaac scoffed, "We're not gonna do anything."

Sam regarded him, "What do you mean?"

"You guys seem nice enough, but, this ain't Scooby-Doo." Isaac scowled, "And we don't play well with others."

"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together."

"No offense," Isaac put a hand up, not even wanting to hear Sam, "But we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."

Dean tensed, and Angel recognized that look in her little brother's eyes, "No offense?"

Angel put a hand up in front of him, from beside him, "Dean, don't."

"Isaac." Tamara admonished, "Like you've never made a mistake?"

"Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink." He scoffed, "Never brought on the end of the world, though."

"Okay, that's enough." Angel glared as she tensed and crossed her erms, ready for a fight, "You got a big mouth. You weren't there so don't sit here and act like you could've done something different. You. Weren't. There."

Sam quietly tried to diffuse the situation, "Guys, this isn't helping." He tried to calm his sister down first, "Angel-"

"Look." Isaac trekked on, "There are a couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us." He looked at all of them, one by one, "On all of us."

Angel scoffed as she tried to take a step towards him but Sam stopped her as Tamara pulled Isaac away.

"Okay. that's quite enough for right now."

As they left the room Angel followed them with her glare before whipping it to Bobby, "Lovely couple."