AN: Hey guys! Thought I'd say something since I haven't in a while. Thanks to all those who have stuck with me thus far and I hope you stick out to see the end because I think you'll like where Angie ends up. The next few chapters get kind of rough. There's some heavier themes which I have already put a warning for at the beginning of those respective chapters. Anyway, I just wanted to express my thanks and warn you guys that we're getting closer to the end and give you a little idea of what's to come. Enjoy this week's chapter and I'll see you guys next Monday!
"Angie? Angie, wait," Sam said, entering my room.
I continued to pack up my things, ignoring him.
"Sorry, Sammy, but you heard Dean... I'm not wanted here."
"Yes, you are. Angie, he was angry. It was a really big announcement. He'll change his mind once he calms down and has time to process it. He loves you."
I closed my bag, swinging it onto my back and turning to face Sam.
"Let me go, Sam," I demanded. "Trust me, this is better for everyone."
"No. You aren't going anywhere. If you leave, Dean will beat himself up for weeks. He was so happy to finally have you back."
"Get out of my way, Sam."
"Don't do this, Angie."
"My name is Angelica," I snapped.
"You can't leave," Sam ignored my comment.
"Why not?"
"I want you to stay."
"Why?"
"You're family."
I scoffed, "Not any more, I'm not. Dean made that pretty clear."
"He didn't mean what he said."
"I can make you move if you refuse one more time."
"You'd really do that?"
"You want to test me?"
Sam swallowed, but finally stepped to the side. I pushed past him and headed to the front entrance of the Bunker. There was no sign of Dean or Cass in the War Room. I assumed Cass was trying to talk some sense into Dean like Sam had been with me. I headed up the stairs and left, the door slamming behind me.
I hid in the shadows, my knees drawn up to my chest as I watched the man throw a match into the grave. He stood there, watching the bones burn for a minute and I slowly made my way closer, sticking to the shadows. The man's phone rang and he pulled it out, answering.
"Hello? Yeah it's done. See you soon."
He hung up, turning to leave and then paused as he heard a branch snap that I had just stepped on. Looking around, his eyes finally found my small form in the shadows.
"Hello? Who's there?"
I inched forward, coming out of the shadows and closer to the man so he could see me better.
"Well, hello there. What's your name?" he asked when he got a good look at me.
"Angelica. Angelica Lilith," I told him.
"Nice to meet you, Angie. I'm Dean Winchester. Do you have a family nearby?"
I shook my head, smiling a little at the nickname he gave me.
"No? Huh... well, I guess you could stay with my brother, dad, and I until we figure out what to do with you. Would that be okay with you?"
"Mm-hm," I nodded.
"Okay," he said, holding out a hand.
I took it and we walked out of the graveyard together.
Dean's POV
"She fucking lied, Cass!" I shouted.
"She thought she was doing the right thing by not telling you, Dean," Cass responded.
I rolled my eyes as Sam appeared in the doorway, holding a journal in his hands.
"She's gone... and she left this behind," he said.
I recognized it immediately. It was the journal I had given her for her birthday one year. Part of me was stung that she would leave it behind, but in my current state, I was too angry to really care much. I pushed past Sam and headed to the kitchen, taking a six pack out of the fridge and opening one of the beers.
"Go after her, Dean. Tell her to come back."
"Hell no," I spat, taking a swig. "She was on her own for eight years. She'll be fine."
"She cares about you," Sam insisted.
"Let it go, Sammy. She's gone, I'm glad. Let's move on."
"You're the one person she cares about. The one person who she never wants to hurt. You mean the world to her."
"I said let it go, dammit!" I shouted, chucking the half empty bottle at the wall next to Sam's head.
It shattered, the glass falling to the floor as liquid dripped down the wall. I grabbed a fresh one and opened it, taking a long drink from it. Sam sighed, and then retreated, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
XxX
When I finally headed back to my room I had gone through two six packs, not counting the beer I had thrown at the wall. There on my bed sat Angelica's journal with a note sitting on top. I walked toward it, picking up the note.
She does care about you, Dean... maybe this will help you see that... -S
I rolled my eyes, crumpling the note into a ball and tossing it and the journal aside. I didn't look to see where they landed as I crawled under the covers and passed out.
XxX
I woke to a pounding headache. I knew drinking so much was a bad idea, but I had been so angry that I just needed to stop feeling. I forced myself to get out of bed, stopping when I noticed Angelica's journal on the floor. The ties keeping it shut had come loose and it had fallen open to one of the entries. I picked it up, my eyes quickly scanning the page. It was from December of 2012, months after she ran away.
Dear Diary,
I'm plagued by that memory every night. I can't sleep. I just want them to come back. To not leave me behind. But they did. And now I'm ganking things on my own. I miss Dean the most.
I turned the page, continuing to read. This entry was from October of 2015, a few years later.
Dear Diary,
I wonder if I'll ever get good at writing stuff down. I've been on my own for a long time now. If it weren't for that nightmare night after night maybe I could move on. I suppose it's hard for me to write because Dean gave me this journal. I wonder how he's doing...
The next was from January 2016.
Dear Diary,
Today is Dean's birthday. I miss him so much. He and Sammy were more of a family than anybody else to me. I've fallen into a slump the last few weeks. I haven't ganked anything in forever.
I closed the journal then, tying it shut. I couldn't read any further. Guilt and shame filled the pit of my stomach as I realized what I had done. I pushed away the closest person to a sister I had, and all because she hadn't told the truth about her parents. I found Sam and Cass sitting at the table in the kitchen eating breakfast.
"We need to find her."
They both looked over at me.
"What?" Sam asked.
"We need to find her. We have to bring her back here."
"I thought you told me we needed to move on, let it go."
"I was wrong, okay? I wasn't thinking straight."
Sam and Cass exchanged a look.
"What?" I demanded.
"Dean, even if we went out to look for her, we don't know where to begin. She could have gotten anywhere in the time since she left," Cass said.
"Are you telling me we shouldn't even try?"
"No, I'm saying it will be more difficult than if we had gone after her sooner."
"Have we ever let something like that stop us before?"
"No, but Dean-"
"Look, we're not going to make any progress arguing about it, so let's just go."
"Fine," Sam said, standing up.
Cass sighed, but stood too.
"Okay, Sam and I will drive around in the Impala. Cass, you can go in a different direction and we'll meet back up in a few hours."
Neither of them said anything as we all headed out.