A/N: I don't know if "chapter eleven" is a term used in other countries, so I'll explain it so people won't wonder why I decided to call chapter eleven Chapter Eleven. You see, there's a thing called "chapter eleven bankruptcy," so Chapter Eleven is a term usually used to mean "starting over" or something of the like. Don't know if that was a pointless blurb or not, but whatever. :) The song used in this chapter is "Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own" by U2.

Mediatorsk: Yes, the peasants are rising up against the Cliffhanger Queen... man that sounded dumb. :P

erica222: Yay, another review! Really, you don't know how happy I am that you reviewed...I was almost starting to think that only one person cared about this story. So, thanks:)

CHAPTER ELEVEN – "CHAPTER ELEVEN"

Suddenly, she heard a noise, one that didn't sound like flames crackling. Angela opened her eyes to find Dean standing there, a bucket in his hands and a puddle of water at his feet. Of course. It was the only logical solution. Now they just had to hope that Mark Richard didn't have the ability to conjure fire as well.

"You had to ruin it," Mark said, storming over to Dean, who instantly gave him the right hook. Mark stood there stunned for a second, but then clenched his fists. He was willing to fight it out. That was when he noticed Sam coming up behind him. Knowing that he was outnumbered, he ran. The one thing he had that they didn't was speed, but Sam started after him anyway.

"Sam, it's not worth it," Dean said, stopping his brother. "We'll call the cops tonight. They'll stakeout the place. He'll have to come back home at some point."

"And when he does?" Sam asked.

"Well, that's what we're here for," Dean replied.

"Angie," Sam said, turning his attention to her. "Are you okay?"

She was still standing there wide-eyed, apparently traumatized by her near death encounter. She managed to nod.

"C'mon," Dean said. He touched her arm, and instantly pulled his hand away. "You're burning up!" he exclaimed.

Sam went over to look at her. "You don't look too damaged, though. We'll get some ice and aloe back at the motel." He touched her skin. "A lot of ice."

"You're lucky you only have first-degree burns," Dean said as he led her out of the house. "You could've died."

"I know," Angela said. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

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Angela sat by the motel's pool, aimlessly gazing at the murky water. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn't cold. She couldn't sleep.

Dean couldn't either. When he noticed that Angela wasn't in the room, he'd come out to see what was going on.

"You okay?" he asked her as he walked over.

"Yeah…" Angela replied. "It's just that thing today. It scared the crap out of me."

"I noticed," Dean replied. "But remember, Mark can't do anything unless there's a fire nearby. And he doesn't know where we are. You're safe here."

"I know…" Angela trailed off. Clearly, she wasn't completely convinced. "God, did you see that thing when it was walking towards me? I was staring death in the face, I just knew it. I've never been so scared…" her voice began to break, and a few tears escaped her eyes.

Tough

You think you've got the stuff

You're tellin' me and everyone

You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight

You don't have to always be right

Let me take some of the punches

For you tonight

Dean put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you're okay. It could've been worse, believe me. This job-"

"That's what I'm worried about," Angela interrupted. "Up until now, I've been okay… but what happened today made me realize just how wrong I am for something like this."

"What are you talking about? You're great."

"Only because you guys are there to save me. I could never do this on my own. I mean, I wanted a change in my routine, but maybe this was too drastic. It's really starting to scare me. …I'm thinking about going back to Jersey."

"What? You don't have to do that," Dean ensured. "You're fine here, really, you are. And like you said, you have us…"

"Dean Winchester, are you trying to get me to change my mind?" Angela asked.

"Uh… well… I care about you, if that's what you mean. And you wouldn't believe how boring it gets out here with just Sam and me."

"Sam and I," Angela smirked.

"Whatever," Dean rolled his eyes.

They were silent for a minute.

"I care about you too, Dean," Angela said. She smiled at him, looking into his eyes. He looked back. Slowly, they started to move closer and closer to each other, until… they jumped.

Angela's cell phone had rang. "Hello?" she answered. "Dad? Why are you call-? What? I-Is she okay? …Alright. Alright. I'll be home as soon as I can. Bye, Dad. Love you." She hung up.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

"My mom's in the hospital," Angela replied nervously. "She's got some kind of virus, and they don't know if she's gonna make it. I have to get the next Red-Eye out of here."

"There's an airport about twenty minutes away," Dean said. "I'll drive you."

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The black Impala pulled up to the curb and stopped. Dean and Angela got out and walked around to the trunk.

Dean opened it. "Good luck. I hope your mom's okay."

"Me too," Angela replied as she gathered her bags. "Thanks for the ride." She started to walk away, but only got about five feet.

"Angela?" Dean asked.

She stopped and turned around. "What?"

He walked up to her. "When am I gonna see you again?"

"I dunno, Dean," she answered.

"Oh." And out of nowhere, he kissed her. "Bye, Angie."

"Bye, Dean." She nodded and walked away.

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Dean stared at the median in the road ahead as he drove back to the motel, trying to figure out what had just happened. Did he like Angela? She wasn't really his type. Okay, she wasn't his type at all. But then again, usually his type consisted of supermodel-like girls who were only good for a little fun. Maybe Angela was teaching him something…

He wondered if maybe he'd kissed her out of impulse, or maybe even pity. Dean knew how Angela hated people pitying her, so he hoped that wasn't the reason why. He hoped even more that if it was, she didn't notice.

Dean convinced himself that it was stupid to be thinking about this so deeply. Angela had probably thought nothing of it when he'd kissed her. By now, she'd most likely forgotten that it had even happened. He tried to distract his mind by focusing on the road.

A/N: That little exposition at the end was originally supposed to be in the next chapter, but I changed my mind. Still not completely sure if it works, but I just thought this chapter ended too abruptly.