I Think I'm Gonna Like it Here Part 2

"Long as these are up, no angels are coming in. No one's coming out." Dean gestured to the symbols on the walls. "You gonna be okay with these?"

"I'll manage," Ezekiel replied.

Suddenly, Ezekiel's face contorted in concern.

"What?" Angela asked, brows furrowed.

"They're here," Ezekiel replied.

"Okay. Angie, you stay here. Do not open this door for anybody but me." Dean commanded before turning to Ezekiel. "Save him, you hear me?"

Dean left the room and ran down the corridor as glass shattered from every window. He pulled one of the fire alarms. "Everybody out! Now! Get out!" he bellowed.

~/~\~

Dean approached Kim, who was lying on the floor.

"Hey. You got to get out of here." He said as he helped her up. "Come on. Come on."

Suddenly, a man came around the corner carrying an angel blade.

"Whoa. Stay behind me." Dean told Kim.

Dean pulled out his own angel blade. Kim punched him from behind, then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

"Or not." She snarled.

~/~\~

Sam and Bobby were still walking through the forest. At the end of the path was a quaint cabin.

"There it is." Bobby stopped walking. "Everything inside you need to help you on your way. Go on, son. I'll be waiting for you with a couple of cold ones."

Out of nowhere, Angela stabbed Bobby from behind. He fell to the ground with a knife protruding from his chest, then vanished.

"Sorry, Bobby." Angela sighed.

Sam stared in shock. "Angie, are you insane?!"

"Come on, Sammy. Bobby was the part of you that wants to die. I know it stings, but he had to go." She argued.

"No. You have to go." Sam replied. "When are you gonna realize it's over?! There's nothing to fight for!"

Angela shook her head. "No, see, I know you don't believe that."

"Really? Then what's your plan, Angela?" Sam questioned.

"My plan?" she narrowed her eyes before she punched Sam, causing him to reel back. "My plan is to fight!" she snapped. "My plan is to try! My plan is to give a damn!" she held him by the front of his jacket. "Are you telling me there's nothing? Huh? You telling me there's nothing to fight for, that there's nothing to hope for?!"

"No. I'm telling you there is. You might not like it. You might not accept it, but it's in there. It's in that house, baby." Sam explained.

"You know what's in that house!" she yelled. "Now, I can't help you if you're not willing to fight for yourself!"

"I know, Angie." Sam put his hands on her arms, forcing her to let go of his jacket. "It's okay. It's what I want."

Sam leaned down and kissed Angela softly before she disappeared. Sam stood breathing heavily for a moment, then walked towards the cabin.

~/~\~

Kim and the other angel dragged Dean down the corridor, which was covered in broken glass. Dean's face was covered in blood. The two angels dropped him on the floor.

"Let me make this easy—tell me where Castiel is, or your brother's gonna wish he were dead." Kim threatened.

"Yeah, good luck getting past the warding." Dean retorted.

"But we will," Kim smirked.

The other angel broke the glass around a fire axe. Kim hauled Dean upright.

"And when we do, I'm gonna strip off all his skin, and you and Angela are gonna watch."

"Bite me." Dean snarled.

Kim punched Dean, sending him flying to the ground. He groaned, laughed, and got to his knees.

"Anybody ever tell you, you hit like an angel?" he sassed.

Kim kicked Dean, sending him sliding down the corridor.

~/~\~

Sam slowly pushed open the cabin door and walked in. Death was standing by the fireplace looking at the flames.

"Hello, Sam." He greeted, turning to face the younger Winchester. "I've been waiting for you."

~/~\~

Dean was slammed against a wall in the corridor. He slid down the wall to the floor, his back to the angels. The man pulled the axe out of the door and Dean held up a hand.

"Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'll tell you where Cas is." He grunted. "I just have one question."

"Ask," Kim replied.

"If Heaven is locked, then where do you go when I do this?"

Dean slammed his hand down onto an angel banishing sigil he'd drawn on the floor using his blood. White light flooded the corridor as the angels disappeared.

~/~\~

Dean walked into Sam's room frantically. The monitor was beeping loudly, and Angela stood by Sam's bedside, gripping his hand tightly. Ezekiel sat by the bed with a hand to his side.

"What the hell's happening?" Dean questioned.

"This just started." Ezekiel nodded to the monitor. "And the warding. I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought."

Dean grabbed a marker and started crossing out the sigils on the walls.

"I am sorry," Ezekiel added sincerely.

Dean frowned deeply at the angel. "No. No, no, no. No, we had a deal, okay? I fight. You save."

"And would that I could," Ezekiel assured. "I'm just afraid it's too late."

"Are you kidding me?" Angela glared at Ezekiel. "Are you saying there's no way to save my husband's life?"

"No good ways, I'm afraid." Ezekiel sighed.

"Well, what are the bad ones?" Dean demanded. "We're out of options here, man. Good or bad, let us hear them!"

Ezekiel pursed his lips. "I cannot promise, but there is a chance I can fix Sam from the inside."

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "From the inside. So, what, you gonna open him up?"

"Possession." Angela realized.

Dean's brows immediately shot up. "Possession? You want to possess Sam?"

"I told you." Ezekiel sighed.

"No way." Dean shook his head.

"Understood. It's your call."

"No, it's Sam's call." Angela murmured, looking at her husband sadly. "There's no way in hell he'd say yes to being possessed by anything."

"He would rather die." Ezekiel nodded.

Dean and Angela shared a look as Ezekiel got up, grunting painfully as he did so. He waved his hand, silencing the monitor.

"I'll leave you three alone, then," Ezekiel said as he walked towards the door.

"Wait…" Angela stopped him. "If we consider this—and I mean just consider it—I need something. You have to prove to us how bad he is."

Ezekiel put a hand on Sam's forehead. "Close your eyes."

Dean took Angela's free hand in his and they closed their eyes. Ezekiel put a hand on Angela's forehead.

~/~\~

"I must admit, when I heard it was you…" Death started. "Well, I had to come myself."

"I bet you get off on this," Sam muttered.

"Perhaps." Death nodded. "But not in the way you assume. I consider it to be quite the honor to be collecting the likes of Sam Winchester. I try so hard not to pass judgment at times like this—not my bag, you see, but you… Well played, my boy."

"I need to know one thing," Sam demanded.

"Yes."

"If I go with you…" Sam took a deep breath. "Can you promise that this time it will be final? That if I'm dead, I stay dead. Nobody can reverse it, nobody can deal it away… and nobody else can get hurt because of me."

"I can promise that." Death assured.

~/~\~

Ezekiel took his hand away from Angela's forehead. Dean let go of Angela's hand, and she adjusted Grace in her arm.

"What the hell are you doing, Sam?" Dean breathed.

"As you can both see, there's not much time," Ezekiel noted.

"We know. Dammit. We know." Angela sighed heavily. "How will it work?"

"Mutual benefit, I suppose. I heal Sam while healing myself." Ezekiel explained.

"And when he's healed?" Dean questioned.

"I leave," Ezekiel replied. "It's the best of a bad situation."

"Even if we said yes, it doesn't mean anything," Angela whispered. "Sam will never say yes—not to you."

"But he would say yes to you," Ezekiel told her.

Dean and Angela looked at each other for a moment. Sam would hate them for even considering this…

~/~\~

Death stood up. "It's time, Sam. Shall we?"

Sam nodded and stood up to follow Death.

"Hold on." Angela stopped him.

Sam's eyes widened. "Angie…"

"It's okay, Sammy." She assured before looking at Death. "I, uh, would have brought cronuts, but time is short, so…"

"By all means." Death sighed heavily.

"What's going on?" Sam questioned.

"Dean and I found a plan." Angela walked closer to Sam.

Sam shook his head. "It's too late. I'm going, Angie."

"No, no. No, no. Listen to me." She pleaded desperately.

"Why are you even here? I'm not fighting this anymore!" Sam exclaimed.

"You have to fight this!" Angela snapped, tears gathering in her eyes. "Dean and I can fix this, okay? But not if you shut us out!" she added. "It's not his time." She told Death firmly.

"That's for Sam to decide." Death shrugged.

Angela pursed her lips and looked up at Sam. "Sammy, listen to me." She begged. "We made you a promise in that church. You, Dean, and I come whatever. Well, hell if this isn't whatever… but baby, you gotta let me in. You have to let me help you. We need you. Gracie needs you. I need you."

Sam glanced at Death, then looked back at Angela, tears in his eyes. "What do I do, baby?"

"Is that a yes?" Angela asked hopefully.

Sam paused for a moment before nodding. "Yes."

"Come on, Sammy." Angela smiled softly.

She put a hand on Sam's shoulder and morphed into Ezekiel at the last moment. Sam looked alarmed as a white light flooded the room.

~/~\~

Dean, 'Sam', and Angela walked away from the hospital. Grace babbled from her place in Angela's arms.

"So? How's it look in there?" Dean asked.

"Not good," Ezekiel replied bluntly. "There is much work to be done."

"Yeah, but he's gonna wake up, right?" Angela asked.

"He will." Ezekiel nodded.

"So, what he does—what, is he gonna feel you inside, triaging his spleen?" Dean questioned, brows furrowed in confusion.

Ezekiel shook his head. "He will not feel me, no. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all."

"You're joking." Angela scoffed. "No, this is—this is too big."

"Angie's right," Dean sighed. "This isn't some little white lie."

"And what will he do if you do tell him he is possessed by an angel?" Ezekiel questioned.

"Well, he'll have to understand." Dean shrugged.

"And if he does not? Without his acceptance, Sam can eject me at any time, especially with me so weak." Ezekiel explained. "And if Sam does eject me, he will die."

Angela pursed her lips. "Then we keep it a secret for now."

Dean's brows furrowed at her response. "Angie—

"Or until Sam's well enough that he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker, or we find a way to tell him." Angela continued, ignoring Dean. "As for him being in a hospital, we'll have to figure something out."

"I can erase it all, if you like," Ezekiel suggested. "He will not remember any of this."

~/~\~

"Angie, how can you be comfortable doing this?" Dean asked in a hushed whisper as he drove.

"I'm not comfortable with it," Angela argued. "But what other option do we have, Dean?"

"If he finds out… he's gonna be pissed. Beyond pissed."

"You think I don't know that?" Angela huffed. "Look, we will cross that bridge when we come to it, Dean."

Dean was about to say something but stopped himself when he noticed Sam starting to stir.

"Where are we?" Sam mumbled sleepily.

"Whoa. Sammy?" Angela asked concernedly.

"What?"

"Okay, take—take it easy. How you, uh—how you feeling?" Dean asked.

"Tired," Sam muttered. "Like I—I slept for a week."

"Well, try a day." Dean corrected. "You've been out since the sky was spittin' angels."

Sam blinked a few times. "What happened?"

"What do you remember?" Angela countered.

"The church, feeling like crap, the angels falling, and that's it." Sam shrugged.

"But you're feeling good?" Dean asked, brows raised.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I mean, I just, um… You've been driving around with me passed out in the passenger's seat for a day?"

"Oh, I mean, we stopped, you know." Dean shrugged. "Let a few Japanese tourists take some pictures. Nobody got too handsy." He joked, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

Angela pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek. "We knew you'd pull through. We meant what we said in the church. You're capable of anything, baby, and hell if you didn't prove us right."

"Good." Sam smiled softly at Angela. "'Cause we got work to do."

A/N: Hey, guys! I'm so glad that you're enjoying the installment so far :) I'm going to try and return to posting every day, now that the semester is almost over. Also, thank you for the latest reviews! Your feedback means the world to me. Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily