Form and Void Part 2

Dean and Angela pulled up to Jenna's grandmother's house, and Jenna came outside to tell the two hunters about what was going on with Amara.

"Hey." Dean greeted. "Where's the kid?"

"We got another problem," Jenna replied.

"Figures." Angela scoffed lightly.

"I tried to stop her, but my grandma's real Catholic," Jenna started. "And after the crazy, she called her priest, who sent over an exorcist."

"Really?" Dean's brows shot up.

"Yeah." Jenna nodded.

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Jenna, Dean, and Angela walked into the house, only to find that the 'priest' was Crowley. The demon smirked up at the hunters as he sipped his tea.

"Hello, my children." He greeted smoothly.

"Crowley," Angela replied flatly.

"Father Crowley." He corrected smugly.

"Do you know each other?" Jenna asked curiously.

"Oh, we go way back, darling," Crowley replied vaguely.

"Can we talk to your outside… Father?" Dean narrowed his eyes.

"Of course." Crowley nodded. "After I finish my tea."

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Dean, Angela, and Crowley stood outside of the house, away from Jenna and her grandmother.

"Really? Father Crowley?" Angela scoffed. "Really?"

"I'm sorry, aging pathetic, has-been rock star," Crowley sassed. "Did I offend your delicate sensibilities? Where have you been? Dean, your husband, and that idiot angel, do you know what they've been doing?"

"I've heard." Angela glanced at Dean.

"Everything?" Crowley raised his brows.

"Enough." Angela retorted.

"What are you doing here?" Dean demanded.

"Same as you—I'm working the case." Crowley shrugged.

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"I have sources in the Catholic church—nuns that owe me a favor, priests with a taste for—

"Okay, all right, yeah, we can imagine." Dean stopped Crowley.

"You really can't," he muttered. "Anyhow, they hear of a demonic possession, they call me. If it's one of mine, I tell them to ignore it. If it's a, uh, demon gone rogue, well, that's when Father Crowley comes out to play."

"So, you think there's a demon in there," Angela replied.

"Not even a little bit." Crowley shook his head.

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"Whatever's in that house, I can taste the power radiating from it," Crowley explained. "That thing… it's old… deep… dark."

Suddenly, they all heard a blood-curdling scream come from inside the home.

"Jenna? Jenna!" Angela yelled as she and Dean ran inside.

"Well, hello, plot twist," Crowley muttered.

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Superior, Nebraska

Sam's illness has spread even further, and he was having trouble holding it together. He started hearing voices and his vision was fading in and out.

"Sam, Sam." The voice called out. "Sam. Sam."

"You're fine," Sam assured himself. "You're fine, you're fine, you're fine."

"You're unclean in the biblical sense." Billie's voice hissed.

"Don't!" Sam shook his head.

"Don't do this to yourself. Don't do this to yourself. I'll die." The voice said.

"Please, stop," Sam begged.

"I can't." the voice replied. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Please, stop," Sam repeated pleadingly.

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"Jen! Jenna!" Dean called out.

"Really?" Crowley asked.

"What?" Dean frowned.

"We have no idea what ancient, world-shattering evil we're dealing with, but go right ahead." Crowley scoffed. "Let him know we're coming!"

"Listen, Velma, this isn't the Scooby gang, okay?" Angela sassed. "So, either shut up or get out."

"Easy, Bambi. Just trying to help." Crowley replied as Amara started crying and the hunters walked away. "I'm way more of a Daphne."

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Angela walked over to Amara's crib and opened her onesie, revealing the Mark of Cain on her collarbone. Angela flashed back to her conversation with the Darkness.

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"We're bound, Angela." The Darkness said. "We'll always be bound. We will always help each other."

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"Angie?" Dean called out, interrupting her thoughts. "You okay, kiddo?"

"The child likes you, Angela," Crowley commented. "No surprise, really. You're very maternal."

"We gotta find Jenna," Angela stressed.

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Superior, Nebraska

As a last resort, Sam looked up Biblical purification and found that it could be done by burning holy oil. Stumbling over to his duffel bag, Sam pulled out the holy oil and soaked a piece of gauze in it. He then lit the gauze on fire and used a pair of tongs to hold it up to the black veins that covered him. To Sam's surprise, the black veins disappeared and he was cured of the infection.

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Sam lured in more rabid people with loud music and started curing them with the burning holy oil as they came into the room. The rabids groaned and cried out as the Darkness burned out of them.

"Hey." Sam walked toward one of the women cautiously.

The woman looked up at Sam with sincerity. "Thank you."

"Let's go save the rest of them," Sam instructed.

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Dean, Angela, and Crowley walked in to find Jenna in the bedroom, something off about her.

"Drama," Crowley muttered.

"Jenna? What are you doing?" Angela asked cautiously.

"My grandma collected these things," Jenna noted as she picked up a ceramic angel. "But I always thought they were so… Blah." She added as she dropped the figurine, shattering it. "Don't worry. She won't care. I cut her throat."

"Why did you do that?" Dean questioned.

"Because this woman doesn't have a soul," Crowley muttered, almost in awe. "Fascinating."

"What are you talking about?" Angela's brows furrowed. "How is that even possible?"

"Amara's hungry. She's a growing girl." Jenna smirked darkly.

"Jenna," Angela started. "Listen to me. Whatever's happened, whatever's going on, we can fix it, okay?"

"But I don't want to be fixed." She countered. "I like the new me. She's a ball."

"Just come with us, okay?" Dean asked as Jenna advanced toward them. "Jenna! Stop!"

Jenna prepared to attack Dean and Angela, but before she could harm them, Crowley killed her without blinking an eye.

"I was getting bored." Crowley shrugged.

"You killed her!" Angela yelled.

"You're welcome." Crowley retorted before walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Dean demanded.

"To see the child that eats souls," Crowley answered.

"You don't get what that thing is." Angela tried to stop him.

"Angie, what are you talking about?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"Enlighten us." Crowley urged. "Come on, darling. Don't be coy."

Angela paused for a moment. "I think Amara is the Darkness."

"Interesting." Crowley hummed. "So, what now? You kill her? You?"

"I don't have a choice," Angela replied.

"Please," Crowley shook his head. "Even if you could murder a baby, you couldn't murder that baby. I saw the way you looked at her. Me, on the other hand, it's not like it'd be my first."

"Oh, is that an offer?" Dean scoffed audibly.

"It's a promise—right after I'm done with her," Crowley replied.

"Stay away from her!" Angela yelled.

"Oh, Angela. Adorable little Angela." Crowley almost cooed. "I want that child, and I get what I want. You, Dean, and Sam don't understand. I'm not your blood sidekick! We've had some good times. So, I'm gonna give you once chance—just one—to walk out that door, or I'm gonna rip you apart atom by atom. Do you understa—Aah!" Crowley yelped in pain as Angela stabbed an angel blade through his hand, pinning him to the wall. "Bitch!"

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Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela arrived home. Grace was asleep in Sam's arms, having been picked up from Jody's house on the way back to the bunker.

"Alright, I still don't understand," Sam started, confused. "I mean, I thought the darkness was a woman, not a child."

"Well, same here." Angela shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe whatever I saw wasn't real. Maybe it was a vision."

"Vision?" Dean's brows shot up.

"Yeah." Angela shrugged.

"Huh. Pretty weird." Sam replied.

"Yeah, weird with a weird cherry on top," Angela muttered.

"We got to get a maid," Dean commented as he took in the mess from the Styne family. "But you know, one with a-a little uniform and really big, uh…"

Dean trailed off and the three hunters noticed a very sick-looking Castiel sitting on the floor.

"Help me." The angel gasped out.

A/N: Hey, y'all! I hope you liked this chapter :) I really, really love this season. Let me know what you think! Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily