Raising Hell's Lights

They were outnumbered. She knew that going in. Three billion condemned souls were roaming free. The ones that Rowena captured were miniscule compared to the ones that were flying over them. They were like little lights in the sky as she stared up with the boys and Rowena. They really had their work cut out for him even with the hell hounds of Cerebus' line. She gave a sharp intake of breath.

It was sudden when she found herself in a room. It looked like the motel rooms she had stayed in with the boys. Looking closely, the room was a little more high end and had a smell to it that she recognized. She made a slight face as she looked around.

"I guess you are used to this."

Angela turned around, not expecting to see the one person that she owed much to for her baby being born alive and well. She stood there and replied, "If you mean being removed from somewhere while in the middle of something… yes I am."

Amara chuckled as she looked at the woman in front of her. It was clear she still didn't remember their time before now. She had always liked her and couldn't help but smile as she advanced towards the woman. "You aren't even going to ask me why?"

Angela eyed Amara as she stood there. She looked at the woman as she replied, "I figured that you would tell me. Most beings usually do when they want something from me."

Amara chuckled and looked away. She shook her head as she replied, "He really doesn't know you at all despite creating you."

"If you mean Chuck, we aren't talking." Angela stood there with her hands to her sides. It was clear that she was exhausted from the recent events, but she wasn't going to let anyone know it. "You could say he's shit listed."

Amara gave a slight shake of her head with a bemused expression. She was piecing things together and getting a clearer picture of what was going on. She paced in front of her and looked at the woman. "So, this little mess…"

"In simple terms," Angela replied as she crossed her arms over her chest, "He threw a temper tantrum because one of his 'toys' didn't want to do what he wanted them to do."

"I kind of figured," Amara replied with a slight smirk as she walked away. She turned and looked at Angela. "He came to see me, you know."

Angela stared at Amara. "No, I didn't."

Amara hummed in amusement at the correction. She looked at Angela. "He did. Saying something about us needing to stick together."

"More like consolidate forces since he knows I am going after him. For what he did to Jack."

Amara gave a slight nod, and there it was. Of course her brother would have done something to piss off his favorite of… well she wasn't an angel anymore. Still, it was rather amusing to see. "I guess my brother has a right to be afraid. From what I learned about you, you really know how to scare even the most powerful beings." She had turned to walk and stand toe to toe with Angela.

"I just don't hold them in awe," Angela replied, "I give respect where it's due." She looked at Amara, "Are you going to tell me why you brought me here?"

Amara smirked at Angela, "You always were one to get to business. One of the few things I like about you." She walked over to where her yoga mat was and looked at it. She knew that this would turn the balance of things, but it was high time the woman in front learned the truth about a few of those things. "Something happened to him. There is something… different about him."

Angela looked at Amara. She had lowered her arms and looked at the goddess. Her brow was raised slightly as she replied, "Probably because of the gun he created. His equalizer."

I see he didn't think things through at all.

Amara kept her thoughts to herself as she turned to look at Angela. "And I guess it was used on him."

"And what affects the person shot, affects the shooter. My mate." Angela looked at Amara, just standing there. She hadn't moved from her spot. It was one of those stray thoughts about those movies where something happens to the guy that moves. That and she didn't know what advantage, if there was any, she had.

"That explains a little, but no matter. He's on his own for this one."

"That doesn't explain why I'm here." Angela eyed the goddess suspiciously. The last time she was in front of the goddess in a similar position was when Amara taunted her and threatened to hurt her mate.

"I'm getting to that," Amara almost simpered. She had adapted to living in this world quite well and she liked it. "I'm not helping him, but I figured I'd help you. Give you peace of mind."

"What do you mean?"

Amara took in the suspicious look. She liked Angela a lot and the fact that she was willing to listen while being cautious was impressive. She smiled at the dhampir, "Why, your baby of course. I know she was born. I promised she would be born safely."

Angela felt her hackles raise, "What do you want with my baby?"

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt her. I want to give my protection over her."

Angela eyed Amara with suspicion. The last gift was one done in gratitude. This seemed more like helping the goddess get one up on her brother. She didn't like where that would lead. So, she asked the question, "What is the price?"

"Excuse me?"

"Price," Angela repeated. She had bowed slightly for emphasis when she said it. "Usually for something like that, there is always a price associated with it." She made a slight gesture like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Amara frowned slightly at that but nevertheless she couldn't help but grin slightly. She nodded, "Still the same. You were never a fool. Never accepted much at face value."

"I do try to give benefit of the doubt. Not so much when I've been burned by the person."

Amara chuckled at that. She looked at the warrior woman before her. "I'm not asking a price. Consider it finding favor."

"I already have that."

"Mm yes. The Egyptians. Made you family." She gestured at the mark on Angela's hand. "You are royalty in every sense despite being a mortal. A testament to the fact that you are literally not from this world."

"I'm not an angel. Not anymore."

"Who do you think persuaded the little goddess that releasing that grace into was the best choice?" Amara had come up behind Angela like she had before. She hadn't meant to sound taunting.

Angela felt her eyes widened slightly. She turned slightly to look at the goddess. She raised her brow, "You put the idea into a prepubescent goddess' head that to release something that should have been lost and forgotten? Why would you do that?"

"I could say something like it's because I'm God's sister, but that would just annoy the hell out of you." Amara smirked at Angela. "I've asked around and the stories are quite amusing. So much like I remember and yet very different."

"I know. I amuse everyone. I fight even when I have a snowball's chance." Angela looked at the goddess with a deadpan expression. She had crossed her arms over her chest again. She looked around and took a breath before asking, "So are you done? Because I have to go back and try to save the world from the pettiness of an asshat."

Amara wanted to laugh. Not because it literally was a snowball's chance with the woman's goals, but the fact that despite that, she was fighting odds and dared to be insulting about her brother in front of her. She didn't though. She got a clear picture and while she wasn't really going to help in the larger sense of the word, she would do a few things.

Angela stared at the goddess, well aware that Amara was powerful enough to end her life. Yet, like with most encounters, she didn't care. She gave her thoughts. She did first respectfully and then, when things were the shits, she laid it out and didn't care if she hurt feelings. She looked at the goddess with a firm look that showed she wasn't in the mood for games.

"No." Amara took a few steps forward and looked at Angela. She narrowed her eyes slightly, "The grace is a bit unstable. Let's fix that."

Before Angela could say anything, Amara touched her on her chest where her heart was. She felt the jolt and gasped slightly. She stepped back and rubbed the area. It tingled slightly but she wasn't sure if it was in the good way or the bad way. She could have gone with the first question of asking what the goddess did, but that was redundant. Instead, she asked, "Why? You said you weren't choosing a side."

"I'm not helping my brother, nor am I helping you. You as in your group." Amara made a slight gesture to clarify. "But I am making as you are fond of saying, contingency." She stood toe to toe with Angela and looked the woman in the eye, "I've had a feeling about you since the moment we met here. Something about you shouted that events would circle around you and the Winchesters. I want to see how that plays out."

Angela stared at the goddess. She wasn't quite buying it. She had been around the block to know that nothing came without a price. She just wasn't going to voice it since the goddess said there wasn't a price and probably wouldn't give an answer if she asked.

"Besides," Amara continued with a slight smirk, "I could no more kill you than I could Dean. Our connection." She gestured towards her mark."

Angela glanced at it before looking at the goddess, "Maybe so, but that doesn't mean you can't get someone else to do it."

"True." Amara shrugged before sobering and her expression became serious. "I like this world your humans have created. And I know you care more about them than the larger picture of things."

"They don't have the sense. Innocents, more or less, caught in the crossfire."

"Exactly. Releasing your lost grace and enhancing your gifts was not meant to be a curse but an advantage for things to come. You could say, you have my favor."

"Not sure about that."

"Still trying to figure out motive huh?" Amara chuckled as she explained, "I'm not helping my brother, nor you. Just revealing the tools you have at your disposal. It's up to you how you fight it." She became serious but her expression softened, "I will say this, you children will be protected should something happen."

Before Angela could say anything, she found herself back in the clearing. She could see hundreds of spirits coming at them. She looked around and noticed that it seemed no one noticed that she had been gone. She didn't have time to think about that though. She had more important things to do. Like return the souls of the damned to hell. She narrowed her eyes as she channeled her powers and she could hear the snarls of the hell hounds she had summoned. Hell's lights were raised.

A/N: Seems like Amara wants a talk with Angie and reveals a secret or two. Tag to Raising Hell.