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I couldn't believe it. I was getting The Talk. A bona fide Winchester "the supernatural is out there" talk. It was exciting but I kinda didn't need it. I mean there was a joke I saw on Tumblr once that said something like, the reason Supernatural fans aren't scared of anything was because they knew how to kill everything. Which in my position, here in the actual Supernatural world, could prove useful.

"You're pretty calm for just getting thrown into this mess, girl."

I flinched at Bobby's grumble, coming back from my thoughts. The men were looking at me, almost expectantly. They were waiting for some yelling, crying, or flat out denial I was sure of.

"You're waiting for me to call you guys crazy, right? To say that you're delusional and need professional help?" Dean and Sam exchanged looks while Bobby just grunted at me. I sighed, how to play this? "Look, I could do all that if it makes you feel better but it won't help anybody in the long run. It's not like I can ignore what I've seen. That's how those stupid people in the movies die."

Strangely enough that seemed to reassure the group, though Bobby was still suspicious, which at this point seemed more like a default setting than anything else. It's not like I expected anything less from the veteran hunter. Sam and Dean were his boys, of course he should be suspicious. Personally, I thought the third degree was kinda cute. Anyway, my acceptance seemed to spur Sam to continue his speech.

"So there's supernatural creatures but there's also people who have…abilities that could be considered supernatural."

My focus shifted to Sam and what he was getting at. This sounded like his FBI coax-the-victim-to-talk tone of voice mixed with his guess-what-you-have-psychic-abilities-like-me speech. Did they think I was psychic? Was I?

Apparently I had some kind of freaked out expression on my face because Sam started trying to calm me down. "Don't panic Angie, it's okay. I..I have visions. I see things before they happen. That sound familiar?"

"Sam what-"

I could hear Dean shush Bobby but my thoughts were trained on something else. They thought I was clairvoyant? Hell, that was better than saying 'Hi, I'm from an alternate reality roughly eight years in the future where your lives are a TV show that I just happen to be a fan of.' I could see that going over well. This actually reminded me of French Mistake. Well, for now I could use the clairvoyancy as a cover for my vast knowledge but I had nothing for the other stuff that was up with me. The reality hopping, insta-healing, and the recently acquired telekinesis. What if I really was psychic? Or just psychic here in Winchesterland but not back home? Why does everything have to be complicated? Well, if my life was gonna get screwed, might as well go for gold.

Looking up at Sam I shrugged. "It sounds familiar."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, Dean and me had a feeling after the whole Lenore thing."

"Let me stop ya right there." Bobby stood up from the table, causing Dean to tense and turn his body so it was facing Bobby. "Relax Dean, I ain't gonna touch your girl. So you telling me you're psychic like Sam?"

I thought about how to answer this. "Yeah, you could say that. Just more like Missouri than Sam."

"You know about Missouri?"

I nodded at Dean before taking a breath. I needed to tell them what I could. We didn't have a whole lot of time and I needed to come up with plan. The men knew I was gonna say something important, Bobby taking his seat and leaning forward like the brothers. "What Sam does sounds familiar but not quite."

The hunters remained quiet so I plowed forward, thinking to myself that I wasn't technically lying to them. "I've seen a lot of stuff but not everything. Just enough to be a threat to certain supernatural creatures." That was one thing I agreed on with all those time traveling fanfics I'd read. A person with as much knowledge as the average Supernatural fan would be a gold mine for demons and such.

"How bad we talking?"

Of course, Bobby would want to know that. Hell, you'd be stupid not to ask. I was seriously gonna be buying a bunch of notebooks when I got home. Realizing just how much my life was in jeopardy in this reality, I gave a nervous chuckle. "The demons would wet themselves."

Dean gave a muffled curse, Sam looking just as upset. I was actually surprised by Bobby's game face. I thought he didn't like me.

"Listen, that's not all." My words had their eyes snapping to me. It was a bit unnerving. "The stuff I've seen, it's pretty complex. Maybe even a bit farfetched for you guys to really grasp."

"We've seen some crazy stuff before Angie, I think we'll be good."

I chuckled darkly at Dean's words. "Yeah, wait eight years and then come talk to me."

Wide eyes were displayed on all the men in the room. Sam recovered first. "E-eight years? You've seen things that'll happen in the next eight years?"

"Yeah. But there's something you need to know about those eight years." I had them all watching me again. Really starting to creep my cheese. "They aren't just random glimpses or random people. There's been a focal point to everything I've seen, everything was and is connected to a single entity."

"And that would be?"

I took another breath, ready to answer Bobby's question, and my eyes bounced between Sam and Dean. "Everything I've seen is tied to your family."

Bobby looked at the boys while they looked at each other, concerned faces all around. I would be too. I was basically telling them it would only get worse. Let's see if I could distract them. "I can do other stuff too though. Not just seeing things but again, it involves you two."

The brothers remained quiet, no doubt trying to process what I had told them so Bobby prompted. "What else?"

I twisted my lips in thought. How do I explain this to them? "I guess I can kinda…teleport?"

That snapped Sam back into real time. "Teleport?"

I shrugged. "I can't really control it, I mean I've only purposely done it twice but I think I had this ability when I was younger but it recently came back. With some practice I might have a better handle on it."

"Where do we come in?" Dean was finally back with us, but he still seemed to be having trouble with my reveal.

"St. Louis, Lenore and Gordon, the shapeshifter at the bank. I teleported there not because of the creatures themselves but because you two were there."

"So you're saying the boys are like a magnet?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much. We've actually met before."

"I don't remember you."

I shook my head. "Not you Bobby. These two."

Sam and Dean jolted when hearing those words. They looked at each other and I could see the silent conversation they were having. Donny and me did the same thing all the time. Oh crap, Donny. He was gonna flip out after this.

"We've met?" Dean asked me, using this moment to really staring at me, like he was trying to place me from his past. Sam was doing the same thing, both their eyes narrowed as they studied my face.

"I met you twice and Sam once. I was maybe eleven or twelve when me and Dean met the first time and then again right around when I was fifteen, give or take a year. That's when I met Sam but it was only for a split second. Just think really hard about it."

They took my words to heart and soon their stares felt like lasers. Only about thirty seconds had gone by but they both remembered roughly at the same time. Sam perked up in his seat, mouth flying open, eyes wide, one of his hands raking through his hair. Dean had a bit more expressive display.

He was up and out of his seat, muttering his 'son of a bitch' catchphrase, staring at me with wide eyes which quickly turned concerned. "Those bastards. Were you okay? You disappeared right after that happened."

"Someone wanna tell me what you're yammering about?"

Both men grew quiet, Bobby looking at us, waiting for an explanation. Dean looked like he was gonna say something but I saw the flash of anger pass over him. Sam did too and seemed to take the lead.

"It was at one of the high schools we were going to at the time. It was after school and these jerks-"

"More like dicks if you ask me." Dean growled loudly, pacing a little bit, his hands clenching and unclenching, his jaw tight. Yeah, he was still pissed. "Those sons of bitches thought it was funny to throw a water balloon at Angie. For no reason!"

Yeah, I remembered that, hand reaching up to rub at my chest. Bunch of jerk-offs. "Thanks Dean."

My words stopped his muttering, freezing mid pace. "Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

He must have thought I meant that sarcastically. I quirked a smile at him. "No, I mean thanks for defending my honor."

If TV Dean was like this Dean then he had a way with the ladies, but it seemed I was throwing him off his game as the lightest of color reached his ears and he seemed at a lost for words, again. "It's fine, no problem."

Looking at Sam, he had a smirk on his face. He, of course, was enjoying his brother blushing and floundering for words.

"You okay though?"

I was surprised by the tone of voice coming from Bobby. He was watching me, the edges of his face taking on a softness that leaked into his question. He was concerned. Aww.

I resisted the urge to smile, giving him a nod instead. "Yeah, didn't leave a mark. Scared the hell out of my Mom and brother though."

"When you disappeared, you actually teleported away right?"

"Yeah, I was still living in Colorado for those two times. I just went back."

Sam shared a look of disbelief with Dean. "That school was all the way in Ohio."

Dean nodded. "And the other school was in New Mexico."

I nodded at them both. "Yeah. So far I've figured out that that particular ability is influenced by my emotions or, when I'm too far gone consciously, it'll react to any danger I'm in. Being that young and getting hit with a water balloon, that'll jack up my emotions."

"So these other cases with the boys? How did that work?"

Bobby seemed to have moved past suspicion but now was in scholar mode. Of course he was interested. This was something he'd never really encountered before. At least I didn't think so.

"Well, the case in St. Louis, that happened without me knowing. See before that, I had already seen what had happened but I didn't think anything of it. I didn't consciously seek out the case. I had had a bad headache at work, which I figured out by now will let me know that I was gonna be jumping somewhere, and when I got home, I fell asleep and woke up in Rebecca's house."

"Did you know it was a shapeshifter?"

"No, I didn't even know I was in her house. At first I thought I was kidnapped from my apartment 'cause I was wearing what I had when I'd fallen asleep and I was somewhere I didn't recognize but there was no way Zane would stand for that, he'd fight tooth and nail before letting that happen. So I thought I was dreaming."

"Zane?"

I paused in my story telling, seeing Dean's questioning stare. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. Dean seemed a little too innocent looking but I answered anyway. "Yeah, Zane's my dog. Big guy too, over a hundred pounds."

"So, what happened after you showed up at Becca's?"

I gave Dean one last glance before turning to Sam. "I heard some yelling going on so I snuck out of the room I was in, some kind of library or study I think, and went downstairs. I peeked into the living room and that's when I saw the shapeshifter disguised as Dean."

"And you remembered seeing this all before, psychically."

"Yeah, but I had just fallen asleep before that so I thought maybe I was just dreaming. I didn't think anything of it."

"And the weapon?"

Oh, forgot about the angel blade. How do I explain this one? "I actually found that in the room I woke up in, under a book case."

"You found it?"

Here came the skepticism. "Yeah, I know, it's suspicious. I was freaked out but from what I'd seen I knew I had to use silver. The thing looked shiny enough but I didn't know if it would work. I had to do something."

"What would have happened? If you hadn't been there?"

Sam was quiet, his eyes searching. I did say I had seen what happened, if I told them this, it would only be a matter of time before they asked about tonight. "The shapeshifter tied Rebecca up and tortured her. SWAT managed to get there before he killed her but he ended up getting away. He shed his skin, kidnapped Rebecca, turned into her, and then ended up ambushing Sam at the house. He changed back into Dean, Sam and him fought, the shifter got the upper hand but Dean showed up and popped him in the heart with a couple silver bullets. The end."

The three men were quiet, processing what had just be said to them. I was hoping they wouldn't ask about tonight but I knew it was only a matter of time before they did and I really didn't want to see Dean's face when I told him Sam was suppose to be killed. My best bet was distracting them. "What I did with Jake tonight was all new so I got really nothing on that but there is something else."

My words did their job, pulling each man from his thoughts. For my next trick I knew the boys would never do what I was gonna ask of them so I turned to Bobby. "You got a silver knife?"

"Why?"

"What for?"

Like I knew they would, the brothers protested but Bobby nodded and pulled out the requested item. The table wasn't super big so I was glad I didn't have to reach too far with my arm. "Cut me."

"No."

"No."

"Is there an echo in here?" I resisted rolling my eyes at how protective they were being. Dean had pulled my arm back while Sam had grabbed a hold of the older man's wrist, preventing him from using the sharp instrument.

"Dean…" I added just the tiniest hint of annoyance, the same tone I use on my brothers when they're being ridiculously over protective and unreasonable. Like these two were being now.

"No. No one's slicing anybody." Dean was being stern, staring me down then turning his gaze to Bobby.

"Dean, it's just a little cut. It'll let you know I'm not a shapeshifter. I bet it'd make Bobby feel better about this situation too. One more creature to scratch off the list."

"The girl makes a point," agreed Bobby, waving the knife a little.

"Here." Dean pulled off his ring and placed it in my palm, manipulating my hand to make a fist around the silver item. "There you go. See, no reaction."

Crikey. Even Jared and Donny aren't this bad. "Dean, that means nothing. What if a shapeshifter does use my form, are you not gonna check then too? You can't be like this, Dean. I can't be a blind spot for you. The bad guys will figure that out and they'll use it against you or Sam."

I made sure to unleash my stink eye on Sam, as he was usually the more rational brother, and I could see him start wilting under my glare. He was reluctant to do it but he did let go of Bobby's hand, turning defeated eyes to his older brother. "Dean, it needs to be done. I know that and so do you."

All our eyes were on Dean and I could see the frustration building in him. I also saw the moment of defeat. He let go of my arm and stood from his chair to walk a few steps away, one hand on his hip and the other rubbing at his eyes. "I'm not watching."

I laid my arm back on the table again. "You're gonna wanna." I nodded at the oldest hunter. "Enough to make me bleed Bobby."

I had never been good with human blood or human gore anything so I kept my eyes on Sam as he watched Bobby lean forward. I felt the coolness of the blade for a split second before a searing heat flared. I managed not to gasp but I couldn't help the hiss that escaped from me. I knew it was working when Sam's eyes grew wide.

"Oh my god," he muttered.

That was followed by a whispered declaration from Bobby. "Balls."

"Is it over?" I asked, peeking back at my arm. It had freaked me out seeing it the first time and that hadn't changed this time either. I made a face seeing the skin seal shut but I forced it away as I used my other hand to clean off the line of blood that had accumulated across my forearm, leaving unblemished skin in its wake. I showed the bloody hand to Sam and Bobby, even to Dean who had given into curiosity, green eyes wide. "Taa-daa."

~~~SPN~~~

After the excitement earlier the dark motel room was eerily silent, only Sam's light snores making any sound in the still room. The table was clean of food wrappers, the duffle bags repacked and sitting between the two beds ready to go. The salt lines had been checked at bed time and rechecked twenty minutes ago, their holy water stock replenished. Salt rounds were loaded in shotguns while consecrated iron rounds filled magazines for the handguns. They were about as ready as they could be. They wouldn't truly relax until they crossed under the welcoming metal archway of Bobby's junk yard.

Pulling the window curtain back just enough to scope out the parking lot but not enough to be detected, Dean categorized the cars in the parking lot and compared them to the cars he had memorized when they'd first pulled up. The little red Toyota was gone but two other vehicles, a dark blue Saab and a rusty Ford pick-up had taken up new spots in the lot. They were parked in front of their designated doors, far enough that Dean wasn't overly worried but would keep an eye on them.

A shuffling caught his attention and he looked over at his brother moving from his back onto his good side. The movement wasn't enough to wake Bobby or Angie and Dean was grateful for that. All three needed their sleep, especially Sam. He'd been gone for twenty-four hours, fighting demons and psycho army guys. Angie had gone under within seconds of closing her eyes and Bobby was quiet from his spot on the rollaway bed, shotgun in reach.

From his spot in the corner, Dean had a view of the entire room, making it easy to keep a vigil over everyone. A soft mumble came from the bed furthest from the door, the tiny form turning underneath the blankets, dark hair moving slightly before Angie stilled. Now that was a mystery in itself. Sam and him had had their suspicions about Angie but she was much more than he was expecting.

She never explained how she saw what she did but her behavior earlier made sense. She saw things but not everything. She had no way of knowing that they were aware of psychic people or that Sam was psychic so she'd been reluctant to admit it. He could see the logic in that. If they admitted the supernatural to just anybody, they'd get locked up for sure.

The telekinesis had been new to her so she hadn't been able to explain most of it. Just that she had panicked and wanted to be free from Jake. Wanted to be away from him so much that her new ability made itself known by granting her wish.

When Angie had asked Bobby for a knife, warning bells had started going off in his head. He knew what she was gonna ask but to see her lay her forearm out for Bobby to cut had sent shivers up his spine. He'd wanted to pull Angie behind him, maybe even ask for a second room just to get away from Bobby. Whatever she'd planned, she knew to ask the oldest of them. Sam and him wouldn't agree to cutting Angie, not after the whole Gordon thing, and she knew that.

When Dean had been strapped to that chair he'd been subjected to Gordon's tale of how he'd found Angie trying to get Lenore free. Being told how she'd cried out in pain when he'd grabbed her by the hair and slammed her onto a table, pinning her, and jamming a knife coated with dead man's blood into her shoulder.

At this point Dean was muttering death threats and curses at Gordon through the gag in his mouth but the deranged hunter kept going. He told of how he'd tried choking her but that had allowed Lenore to escape. And when he'd been about to chase after her, Angie had bit his forearm. He'd explained about having to stab her side to get her to let go, tossing her in the kitchen. The whole thing made Dean sick and hearing Gordon's pathetic apology made his blood boil, made him want the hunter's blood as retribution. If he'd managed to free himself somehow, without Sam's presence to deter him, Dean was sure he would have gotten that blood.

He knew he'd been overprotective and unreasonable earlier but the last thing Dean wanted to see was Angie bloody even in the slightest. Sam had been on board until Angie had practically scolded him with just her stare. And yeah Dean knew they should check her with the silver knife, but he knew she wasn't a shapeshifter, or a demon, so what was the point. And then Angie had turned those eyes on him and he'd broken, fast. He allowed it but he'd walked away from the table, determined to ignore what was going on a few feet away.

He'd ground his teeth when hearing Angie hiss in pain, fists curled tightly but he had to admit, hearing the awe in both Sam and Bobby's voice piqued his cursed curiosity. He'd turned, almost looking away at the large cut Bobby had given her across her forearm, seeing the blood trail and drip onto the table but a second later he found himself unable to look away when seeing one end of the cut seemingly blend together again, the process taking only a few seconds before the cut was entirely gone. Angie had wiped away the bloody remnants, proving that the damaged skin was, in fact, healed.

It was because of this ability of hers that she'd survived Gordon's attack. Angie had explained that when she'd teleported home, only the wound on her side had still been bleeding and she'd seen the wound heal with her own eyes. That's when she'd know that these "dreams" of hers, weren't actually dreams.

The teleportation thing was interesting and it explained how she'd been able to get to all these locations so quickly. Hell, she'd been living in Seattle when she'd first shown up in Rebecca's house. Back and forth from her apartment in Washington to Montana, Milwaukee, and Cold Oak would freak anyone out. He was glad she didn't end up somewhere even worse. The fact that she always showed up wherever they were interested him.

As soon as she said they'd met before, Dean's brain starting going into overdrive, trying to pull up past memories. It definitely wasn't within his early twenties. A woman looking like Angie did was something he'd definitely remember so he'd had to go back even further. When he got to his early teens, the neurons in his brain had gone crazy because it was like he was hit with lightning. The girl that had been bumped in the school hall when he'd been in that New Mexico middle school, that had been Angie. Her hair had been much longer then, woven into a thick braid down her back but the same large dark-colored eyes had stared at him when he'd helped her up.

He'd done what he said he would, yelling at the guy who'd bumped into her but after that he hadn't seen her again. For the month and a half him and Sammy were there, he'd looked for her but it was like she had disappeared. Then years later, in Ohio, he had been waiting for Sam after school when he'd seen a glimpse, a side profile of her. She'd looked familiar to him and he'd stared, trying to place where he'd seen her.

Angie must have sensed him because she'd jerked her head in his direction and Dean was rewarded with confirmation. It was her! He didn't care that the last time he'd seen her was in the Southwest, he only cared that he had found her. And then he'd seen the flash of movement and heard the horrible smack from the balloon. Dean didn't remember moving from his spot next to Sam but suddenly his feet were eating the space between himself and the teenager who'd thrown the object, fist cocked back and ready.

Dean shook himself out of the memory, loosening the fist that had formed during his flashback. Now was not the time to get worked up too much. They were still sitting ducks even with all the protections in place and he needed to be on his game if he wanted to keep everyone safe. Another shuffle from Sam drew his attention. His brother's injuries were uncomfortable for him to sleep, causing so much movement. This time it seemed like Angie heard it because she flinched, mumbled softly, then settling down roughly the same time Sam found a spot that would let him sleep better.

His eyes trailed from his brother's large form to the much smaller one in the neighboring bed. Angela Mercer. Angie she had said to call her. She was here, in the flesh. He was able to talk to her. When they had first heard about her, Dean had thought of her almost as a myth. He'd never seen her but he'd hear stories. The slippers, socks, and knife had been the only evidence they'd had that she even existed. It had been a blow to his morale when the contraption Bobby used to track her had told them she no longer existed.

His only comfort was the pair of socks stashed in his duffle bag and the pocket knife he kept on his person. He'd kept it as a reminder to himself. That he had to try his absolute hardest so no one ended up like she did, because of him.

When Sam had said those words at the bank, he tried to reign in the hope but it was impossible. If there was even a glimmer of a chance, he'd take it. Which was why he had said yes to Sam's idea of seeing Missouri. He'd been rewarded. She was alive and protected. That was the reason Bobby hadn't been able to find her and Missouri couldn't get a lock on her as well. Dean hoped that meant nothing supernatural could find her either.

He'd wanted to search for her but the last thing he did want was to bring unnecessary attention on her. Someone was bound to catch on. But it didn't matter, she had found them.

The thing that bothered Dean was why she was here. He was happy, he could admit that but in the past when she'd shown up during the other cases, it was to stop something from happening, so he was worried about what she had seen. He had a feeling he knew what was so bad that she felt the need to get involved but he didn't want to give the thought life. So he bottled that fear and focused on the here and now. Demons were after his brother and they needed to get to Bobby's place in one piece.

His eyes slinked over to Angie. He had to admit, he liked seeing her in his clothes. Dean felt a smile start to curve his lips but he shook his head to banish the thoughts. It was game time right now, he couldn't get distracted.

Which was why feeling Bobby's hand try and take the shotgun away from his grasp didn't surprise him. He knew Bobby had woken up about fifteen minutes ago.

"Get some rest Dean. I'll take over guard duty." His voice was still gruff but whispered in the small room.

"I got it." Dean felt a light tap to the back of his head.

"You ain't gonna have it in a few hours when you're too tired to shoot straight. You know that. So get some shut-eye."

Dean wanted to grumble but he let Bobby push him up out of his chair and onto the rollaway. Bobby took over his spot, the salt-loaded weapon on his lap and customary hat atop his head. Dean sighed, feeling all the adrenaline do a nose dive, and he gave a last look to Sam and Angie before letting the darkness take him.

~~~SPN~~~

Waking with a jolt Sam found his brother looming over him, "Rise and shine Sammy. Time to hustle."

With a grimace Sam sat up, careful with his sore side and scanned the room. Bobby was double checking the ammo for their guns, returning the checked weapons to the opened duffle bags that sat on top of the table. Angie was already up, threading her fingers through her hair, no doubt trying to get it to behave itself. Sam held back a smile when seeing the hint of frustration on the woman's face. Jess often had fights with her own locks when the blonde tendrils decided to become unruly. Looked like Angie had the same battles.

Getting on his feet Sam took his gun from the side table and tucked it in the back of his jeans, armed and ready to get to Bobby's. He switched to auto pilot, helping to pack and wiping their existence from the room. Ever since encountering that FBI agent Hendriksen, the brothers had been cautious about checking in or out of hotels. Now with Bobby and Angie here, he made sure to be extra particular. Bobby wasn't on anyone's radar and Angie had managed to keep a low profile but Hendriksen knew that a woman was involved with them so he refused to let either of them take the fall for him and his brother.

Soon the Impala was packed and they were on the road again, heading the couple hours to Bobby's place in Sioux Falls. Sam had reclaimed his vigil over Angie in the back seat for the trip, aware of the metal pressing against his back and keeping an eye out his window for signs of company. Soon the rocking motion from the car paired with the roaring engine lulled him away from the present and Sam started going over everything Angie had revealed last night.

He was sure she hadn't told them everything but enough to paint a dangerous picture in his head. The one thing that disturbed him was her knowledge of the future. On one side he wanted to know everything about what she had seen. Were him and Dean still hunting? Hunting together? Did they even try to get out of the life? Why was she seeing things that revolved around them? Even with all the questions and uncertainty, he was grateful. If Angie hadn't interfered when she did, Becca would have been tortured. Dean might had been in even deeper trouble. So for now, he didn't question her too much. Besides, he knew how happy his brother was, knowing she was here and alive.

Something that did amuse Sam was how much Dean floundered and grew red around Angie. Dean loved women, loved to flirt and tease with the waitresses at the diners or wherever. It was when they were on a case that Dean reigned that in. Dean took his job as a hunter seriously, not allowing a distraction from saving people. It made him curious about what Dean's reaction to Angie would have been had they met differently.

Angie was a beautiful woman and Sam was sure Dean would have laid on the charm the minute he spotted her. But there was something about Angie, something that told him there was no way she'd fall of Dean's sweet words. Not necessarily play hard to get but more along the lines of pushing back at Dean until the devil may care attitude he showed cracked and she saw him for the man he was. She'd mentioned a brother so maybe she knew that there was always something more to how men acted, that there was more that was seen on the surface. And that was something Sam could respect from a woman interested in his brother.

There were very rare times where Dean would show his true self to any women he met, the only one time Sam recalled was with Cassie. The one woman his brother had genuinely loved. He wondered if maybe Dean had given up on opening up because of how Cassie and him parted ways. Nonetheless, seeing Angie and Dean together gave him some hope. He'd found his match in Jess so maybe Dean could find a match in Angie.

Although, so far it seemed like a one-sided affair. He'd seen how embarrassed his brother got when Angie showed her thanks or gave Dean a smile. He'd also witnessed how over protective he was toward her from the time they'd reunited in Cold Oak up until now. Sam had even detected a slight hint of suspicion in his brother's tone when Angie had mentioned an equally protective Zane. Like there was no way another person out there would be able to protect her better than Dean could. Angie seemed to notice his brother's change in tone as well since she'd studied him for a few seconds. He didn't know about Angie but Sam saw how Dean relaxed when hearing that Zane was a dog.

Feeling the car slow down, Sam was surprised to see the archway that welcomed visitors to Bobby's scrape yard. The ride had passed quickly and Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Sam knew that the time spent at Bobby's had reinforced the thought that the old hunter's house was a safe haven for them and Sam could see the testament to that in the way Dean's shoulders relaxed.

Sam turned to Angie, to let her know where they were but she was sitting up, looking out the window with a smile on her face. Oh, she had seen this all already.

Sam smiled. "You excited to see this place in person?"

The two men in the front looked back at Angie who nodded. "I've seen a lot of Bobby's place in the future but there's one thing I really wanna see in person."

Sam looked over at Bobby, wondering if the old hunter was keeping a secret from them. The bearded man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Sam turned back to Angie, whose smile had grown wider as Dean parked the car out front. Before he could say anything Angie had her door open.

"Angie."

Sam and Dean's voices blended together, both tones different degrees of surprise and alarm as they exited the Impala intending to chase after the brunette. But, to Sam's amusement, she hadn't gone very far. Chuckling at the scene in front of him, Sam remembered the look on Angie's face when mentioning hamburgers and he knew that she was quite a match for his brother.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Angie told them, her voice taking on a dreamy quality.

Bobby smirked, turning a teasing eye to Dean. "The girl's got good taste, I'll give you that."

Sam noticed the far away look on his brother's face. "Jealous Dean?"

His brother glared at him but Sam could see the faint red on the tips of his ears. "Shut up, Sam."

"I mean, yeah the Impala's a good looking car, I'll give you that but this," Angie was lying on her stomach across the hood of Bobby's car, caressing the bonnet as she talked. "A 1971 Chevy Chevelle Super Sport. I would kill to have one of these babies. Hell, I'd take a '70. Both are beautiful cars. I only like the hardtops coupés though, I have a certain detest for any kind of convertible."

Sam smiled again at his brother before waving a hand at Angie. "Come on, let's head inside. We got a lot to talk about."

Angie threw a pout at Sam but she nodded reluctantly in agreement. She gave one last pet and then was following after Dean and Bobby as they entered the house, Sam staying behind a few seconds to give one more look around the property before heading in after them. Careful of the many piles of books, the four of them made their way into the library.

Bobby settled in behind his large desk in front of the fireplace, eyes trained on Angie as she sat on the couch by the widows. Dean positioned himself on Angie's left, sitting on the armrest of the couch, arms crossed and staring at Bobby. He wondered if Dean knew that he looked like a guard dog. As for Sam, he grabbed the rolling chair from the second desk in the room, placing it almost between Bobby and Angie.

"Alright, so what can you tell us about that whole battle royale in Cold Oak?" Of course Bobby would open up the questioning.

Angie gave a sly glance at Sam and he knew she wasn't gonna say anything. She might have known what happened there and why but it was about him. She was waiting to see if he would say anything.

"It was a competition." His words had Dean and Bobby's attention, with a slight nod from Angie. "The yellow-eyed demon showed up in one of my dreams. Told me that he only needed one of us to lead his army. We were suppose to kill each other off. Ava had been there this entire time, taking everyone out. The demon even told me he was rooting for me."

The look of anger on Dean's face was familiar, upset that the demon they'd been after for so long was interested in him specifically. Sam felt his stomach roll when he remembered the rest of that dream. Meeting Angie's eyes for a split second made Sam turn away. She knew about that as well. Knew that he was…unclean.

"What I wanna know is where's he gonna get this so-called army of his? He tell you that Sam?"

Sam shook his head at Bobby's words. "No, but he did say that he didn't have it yet so we got some time."

"Not a whole lot of it." Angie had finally spoken, getting everyone's attention. "Ol' yellow eyes? His real name's Azazel, one of Hell's generals. Not sure if there use to be more like him, but he seems to be the last one. As for his army, he plans on opening a devil's gate somewhere in Southern Wyoming, letting out a freaking plethora of demons."

"A devil's gate?"

Angie nodded up at Dean. "Yeah, Samuel Colt built old frontier churches in that same area. Not only that but he also built private iron railroads that connected those churches with each other. Now if you connected all the rail lines together using the churches as points, you get a hundred square mile devil's trap, with the gate right smack in the middle."

Dean whistled at the information while Bobby was rubbing his beard. "With the iron lines, there's now way any demon would be able to cross it."

Angie glanced over at Sam again and he suddenly sat up straighter in his chair with revelation. "No but humans can. That was the whole point of Cold Oak! The winner would be the one to open the gate."

"How though?" Dean had abandoned his post and was pacing the library. "I'm sure Colt made some kind of door or lock to keep the thing closed."

"He did. Big, huge creepy-looking crypt acting as a door. But he made a key so he could lock it. And what's the one thing Azazel's been jonesing to get his hands on?"

"The colt." Sam whispered, turning wide eyes to his brother. "It's the colt."

"Are we talking the colt? The gun-that-can-kill-anything colt? That colt?" Bobby seemed incredulous.

Sam was suddenly on his feet, hands in his hair. "It makes sense. All this time, that's why Yellow Eyes was after it. He was gonna have the winner open the gate, who would then lead his army."

"Girl, you know where the churches are?"

Sam noticed the quick look of annoyance Dean tossed Bobby as the older man had yet to use Angie's name but the brunette woman shook her head at his question. "I don't know the locations exactly. Just that it made a devil's trap when they were all connected. Ash figured the rest of that out."

Sam rubbed at his eyes. "Damn it, that's why they took out the Roadhouse. He was probably gonna tell us and they found out."

Angie was on her feet, staring at Dean. "He call you?"

"Yeah. Said he had something to show us and to get to the Roadhouse. By the way, did you talk to him? He mentioned talking to a woman."

Instead of immediately answering Angie gave a muttered curse and sat back down on the couch, head in her hands. It took a few seconds but she spoke. "Yeah, he was trying to get a hold of you but ended up calling me. At first I didn't know who he was but I figured it out. Then he said he had something to tell you and I knew. I had seen it so I told him to grab his stuff and go. That they were coming for him. But the connection was bad and the line dropped. I don't know if he even heard me warn him." She looked up at Dean and Bobby. "You find him? At the Roadhouse?"

Dean shook his head while Bobby answered Angie, his face subdued. "Everything was burnt up, debris covering the whole place. It's likely he didn't hear your warning."

Angie nodded but suddenly she was on her feet, eyes wide and bouncing between the three men. "Ellen! Ellen's alive."

Sam was gaping at the information, his lips curling into a smile, glad to hear the older woman was okay. It looked like Dean was just as happy. Bobby seemed to be holding his smile back. "You sure?" he asked Angie.

The brunette started nodding. "Yeah. I mean, she should be. I just worry about me being here, screwing up everything. But she should be on her way here. She shows up sometime tomorrow during the day, with Ash's research. Bobby." Angie turned to the old hunter. "Can you do a tracking spell, using that wooden pendulum thing to find her? Maybe met her en route?"

Bobby was already up. "I can damn well try. Help me out boys."

It took a few minutes of carefully moving piles of books and rummaging in the basement but everything was set up like last time. A map of South Dakota sat on the desk, ready to be used. Angie had suggested searching that map first, to see if Ellen had made it into the state yet. If not, Nebraska was next. This time Bobby did a different spell, saying a Latin incantation and Ellen's name before flicking the pendulum to get it moving.

They all watched as the contraption started up, swinging in several rotations for a few seconds before suddenly stopping, pointing at Ellen's current location on the map.

Angie started shaking her head, stepping up to the desk and studying the map. "No, that doesn't make any sense. That can't be right."

Bobby locked eyes with Angie, his face grim. "You sure about your information, girl?"

Sam watched as Angie grew quiet, her eyes roving back and forth. He was sure she was looking back at the visions she'd seen.

Finally she looked up at Bobby, lips tight as she nodded. "Definitely tomorrow."

"Balls!"

"Son of a bitch. Sam, the basement."

Bobby hurried into his kitchen while Dean tossed Sam two large canisters of salt. He caught the containers deftly, pulling Angie with him as he made his way through the house to the basement door, leaving behind the sounds of hurried movement from the other two men.

"Did Bobby finish the panic room?"

Sam guided Angie down the stairs first, following right after her, pausing only to start lying down a thick line of salt under the door. "The what?"

"Never mind, I'll tell Bobby later. Gimme the salt, I'll line the window sill down here."

Sam felt a tugging on the second salt-filled container and he released it, hearing Angie make her way down the rest of the stairs.

"Sam?" Dean called out, his questioning tone resonating through the house.

"Angie?" Sam asked quietly, looking behind him just as Angie came back in sight. She nodded at him, giving him an answer for his brother. "We're good to go, Dean!"

"Stay there until I give the all clear."

Pulling the Taurus from his waistband Sam made his way to the bottom of the stairs, nodding at Angie who had placed herself in a dark corner of the cold sublevel. Sam took note that her back and sides were protected by the basement's cement walls and she away from the window's line of sight. Anyone looking in wouldn't be able to see her. Sam nodded his approval, Angie giving a tight nod in return. He was glad she wasn't fighting them on having to be sidelined. Someone like Angie, with the knowledge she had, needed to be protected.

With that thought in his head Sam got into position, facing the basement door, grip readjusting itself on his gun. According to Angie, Ellen was suppose to show up sometime during the day tomorrow. Right now they could only assume the worst considering the tracking spell revealed that Ellen was on the move. Within Sioux Falls city limits.

Uh oh. Is it really Ellen? You have to wait to find out. I was actually hoping to have this chapter be the last part of Army of darkness but apparently that didn't happen. But there you go people. Let me know what you think! I'll see you guys later. Peace out. -Mez