Devil May Care Part 2

"Alright, we got Jesus juice," Dean started. "Guns loaded with devil's trapped bullets—shoot a demon, you put 'em on lockdown. The angel blade works…"

Suddenly, there was a noise outside and Sam and Angela went over to the window to investigate.

"They're coming," Sam warned.

"Good." Dean nodded.

"And they've got assault rifles," Angela added.

Dean pursed his lips. "Okay, less good."

"So, what's the play?" Irv questioned.

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Dean rounded the outside corner of the diner. "Alright. We gotta flank SEAL team douche in there, so, uh, Irv, you, me, and Angie will go left, and Sam, you and Tracy go right."

"Okay. Let's move." Sam laid a hand on Tracy's shoulder.

Tracy promptly shoved him away, glaring at him. "Don't touch me."

Angela's brows furrowed. "Whoa. What's the problem?"

"My family's dead because of him." Tracy retorted.

Sam's face visibly fell. "What?"

"I watched a demon slaughter my parents," Tracy explained. "And the whole time it talked about how it was celebrating. Some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage."

"Okay, alright, we gotta move," Dean muttered. "Girl's with me and Angie, Irv…"

Irv looked up at Sam, who remained quiet. "Okay. Let's go, son."

"Wait," Angela stopped them. She leaned up and kissed Sam quickly. "Stay safe. I love you."

"I love you, too, Angie. You come back in one piece, okay?" Sam murmured.

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"Okay, I think they're still inside," Dean noted. "We wait till they come out, and we pick them off one by one."

Angela looked over at Tracy. "Listen, for the record, Sammy's not the only person who thought he was doing right and watched it all go to crap, okay? That's just part of being—

"Being a hunter." Tracy sighed.

"Being human." Angela corrected. "Look, you wanna be pissed off at Sam, that's fine, I get it, Dean and I both do."

"Angie's right." Dean agreed. "If you wanna go after somebody, you make sure that they got black eyes. Gotta know who the real monsters are in this world, kid."

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"Sam, you copacetic?" Irv asked.

"Yeah," Sam replied quietly.

"Good." Irv nodded. "Now, hand me that toothpick and you, Dean, Angela, and Tracy, you beat feet outta here."

Sam's brows furrowed. "What?"

"I'm going in there alone. I'll buy you as much time as I can."

"Irv, that's death."

"Yeah, well, it's what I've got coming." Irv sighed heavily. "It's my fault, Sam. I was… in some dive and I was sloppy, and lonely, and I met some girl. And next thing I know, I'm strapped to some bed, and she's twisting things that ain't supposed to be twisted."

"She, who?" Sam frowned.

"Abaddon." Irv teared up. "I gave 'em up. Pete, Tracy, I gave 'em all up. So, you hand me that blade, and you let me do what I gotta do, or so help me—

Suddenly, Irv was shot through the heart multiple times and crumpled to the ground, Dead. Sam shot at the sniper on the rooftop and made a break for the diner, diving inside.

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Sam slid into the diner and came to a stop on the floor in front of Jason, who trapped Sam's wrist under his boot.

"Boo," Jason smirked.

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Abaddon emerged out of nowhere and punched Dean to the floor. Both Angela and Tracy shot Abaddon in the chest repeatedly, but she barely flinched.

"Nice grouping." She smirked as she lifted her shirt to reveal a bulletproof vest. "Kevlar. Beats magic bullets. I love the future."

Suddenly, Dean flung holy water at Abaddon, and she staggered backward, smoke rising from her face. Dean crawled up and handed Tracy his keys.

"Listen, my car is three blocks over," he started. "Go get more bullets, more holy water, get everything."

"No, n-no, but what about you guys?" Tracy stammered.

"Just go! Go! Now!" Angela pressed.

Tracy reluctantly ran off. Behind Dean and Angela, Abaddon had recovered from the holy water attack.

"Alone at last." She smirked.

Dean and Angela pulled out their angel blades, but before they could make a move, Abaddon flicked her wrist, forcing the hunters on their knees.

"I missed you two." She cooed. "Did you miss me?"

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Sam fought against both Jason and the second demon soldier, getting thrown over the counter as they overpowered him. He scrambled back up as the third demon soldier entered.

"Cool, I didn't miss the best part." He grinned evilly.

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"So, appreciate you coming when I call," Abaddon smirked devilishly. "I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters. You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."

"Are we gonna fight or make out?" Dean questioned. "'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."

"I want Crowley." Abaddon snarled. "Or what's left of him."

"Yeah? What's in it for us?" Angela raised her brows.

"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your necks, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me."

Dean and Angela shared a silent look.

"And if we tell you to get bent?" Angela looked up at Abaddon.

"Oh." She pursed her lips. "Well… you know, Angela, I've loved your body since the moment I first saw it. You're the perfect vessel. So, go ahead and play hard to get, and I'll peel off your 'no demons allowed' tattoo and blow smoke up your ass."

"Ooh." Angela mocked. "Well, I gotta tell you, between us, it is a horror show up there."

"It can get worse. Trust me." Abaddon glared. "'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. We'll have a grand old time."

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Sam was thrown into a wall and fell down, unconscious.

Jason gripped Sam's hair, holding his head up. "And here I thought all you Winchesters were supposed to be tough."

Suddenly, Sam's eyes opened and flashed blue. Ezekiel sent Jason flying across the diner with a flick of his hand and stood up, radiating white light.

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There was a bright flash of white light from within the diner, blasting out all the windows.

"An angel?!" Abaddon growled.

"What, you think we'd roll up to this mouse trap without some backup?" Dean snarled.

Abaddon flicked her wrist, throwing Dean and Angela aside before disappearing. Dean helped Angela up.

"You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah." Angela breathed. "You?"

Dean just nodded and they both ran towards the diner.

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Ezekiel pulled the demon knife out of one of the demons as Dean and Angela walked in.

"They were going to kill him," Ezekiel noted, his back still turned to the hunters.

"Ezekiel?" Angela breathed out. "The hell did you do?"

Ezekiel turned around. "I was protecting Sam. I thought that was what you wanted."

"Right, yeah, no," Dean muttered. "Sorry, Angie and I are just still getting used to this whole thing."

"As am I." Ezekiel agreed.

"But, Sammy's okay?" Angela asked concernedly.

"He was knocked unconscious. In a way he still is." Ezekiel explained. "Sam will not remember any of this."

"So, what the hell are we supposed to tell him when he comes to?" Dean's. brows furrowed.

"That's why I used the knife," Ezekiel replied, holding the demon blade out.

"Right." Dean took the knife. "Smart."

Ezekiel looked at both Dean and Angela, who still looked slightly bothered. "You both are troubled, still."

Angela looked up at Ezekiel, clearly torn. All she wanted to do was run into Sam's arms for comfort, but this wasn't Sam, not really. She squared her shoulders slightly and pursed her lips.

"Look, it's just, uh, this is on us." She shrugged, glancing at Dean. "Dean and I were the ones who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell. Okay? So, every demon deal, every kill that they make… well, you're looking at the two people who let it happen."

Ezekiel looked confused at her reply. "You were protecting Sam. I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you two did, you did out of love."

"Yeah, uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love, and… love." Dean shrugged.

"But it is why I said yes."

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on us, too."

"That's not going to happen," Ezekiel assured.

"This is nuts." Angela shook her head. "I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one we're talking to about all this stuff. Dean and I are trusting you, Ezekiel."

"We just gotta hope that you're one of the good guys," Dean muttered.

"I am," Ezekiel assured. "But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say…" he added after a beat. "Dean and Angela Winchester, you are doing the right thing."

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Dean and Angela were packing up their supplies. On the other end of the diner, Sam woke up with a groan.

"Sam? Sammy?" Angela asked as she and Dean walked over to him. "Hey, baby."

"Dean? Angie?" Sam looked between them. "What the hell happened?"

"You took a shot to the head, and we came in and saved your ass, like usual." Dean shrugged.

Sam's brows furrowed. "You guys kill three demons by yourselves?"

"We took 'em by surprise. Got a little messy, we got a little lucky." Angela lied as she helped Sam up. "Oh, and, uh, we're awesome, so there's that."

"Jeez." Sam chuckled. "You guys are pretty damn awesome."

Suddenly, the sound of the Impala's engine could be heard outside of the diner.

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Tracy pulled up outside the diner and got out of the car.

"Hey." Sam greeted. "You okay?"

"Yeah. You?" she asked.

"More or less, yeah." Sam shrugged.

"Good." She replied before tossing Dean the keys. "I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party."

"Lucky you," Dean muttered. "Let's blow this toxic waste dump. Burgers and Silkwood showers on me."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked down the bunker stairs. Dean held a bucket of fried chicken and a bottle of prune juice.

"Kevin?!" Dean called out.

"Kevin?" Sam and Angela asked.

The main level of the bunker was deserted. The three hunters exchanged a look, and Dean put down the food before the three of them ran downstairs.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked into the dungeon, only to find Crowley still chained up. However, Crowley was now beaten and bloodied.

"Who worked you over?" Dean demanded.

"Martin Hayward and Brandon Favors," Crowley replied.

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "They did this to you?"

"No." Crowley rolled his eyes. "They're demons. You asked for names, I'm giving you names. They're underperformers. Spike them, you'll do me a favor."

"Wow." Dean scoffed. "You break easy."

"Please. Your little plan to let me stew in my own… delicious… juices… pathetic." Crowley retorted. "You want intel. I want things, too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement. Quid pro quo, if you will."

"So, these are what, then, freebies?" Sam questioned.

"Not at all. You can consider them fair trade for the enjoyment that Kevin gave me."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Angela's frown deepened.

"He's my new favorite toy," Crowley smirked. "Wind him up, watch him go."

"You guys check the names, I'll go find the kid," Dean instructed.

The three hunters quickly walked out of the dungeon, locking Crowley in the dark again.

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Kevin walked towards the bunker's exit, carrying a backpack.

"Where d'you think you're going?" Dean questioned, getting no response. "Hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Talk to me."

"You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving." Kevin retorted.

"Like hell!" Dean snapped. "Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head."

"He said my mom's alive. Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me." Kevin explained.

"And you believed him?" Dean raised his brows.

"He's still in there, isn't he?!" Kevin lashed out.

Dean sighed heavily. "Crowley's lying."

"And if he's not?"

"Well… if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin. I'm sorry." Dean replied. "I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. So, even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just it. And we need you, man."

"Because I'm useful." Kevin scoffed.

Dean frowned, taken aback. "Because you're family. After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done… man, if you don't think that we would die for you… I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Angie, Gracie, Sam, and Cas, we are all we've got. But, hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you."

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Dean walked into the library. Sam and Angela sat at one of the tables doing research, and Sam held Grace in his arms.

"Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms. He's a tough kid. He'll bounce back." Dean explained as he poured three drinks. "What's up with you?" he asked Sam.

Sam pursed his lips. "Nothing. It's just… what Tracy said about me, she wasn't wrong."

"Sam," Angela sighed as Dean sat across from them. "Baby, listen to me. You have helped a hell of a lot more people than you have hurt. So, all of that… that was then. Okay? You have to forgive yourself for what happened in the past. Here's to now."

"Angie's right, Sam." Dean sipped his drink. "You've done a lot more good than bad."

Sam leaned over and pressed a kiss to Angela's temple. "So, are you guys ready for it?"

"Hmm?" Angela looked up at her husband.

"The fallen angels? Abaddon? Cas losing his halo, Crowley in our basement?" Sam clarified.

"Crap. We're living in a freaking sitcom." Dean scoffed. "What about you, how's the uh, the engine running?"

Sam shifted Grace in his arms. "Honestly, um, I feel better than I have in a long time. I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends, and family. I am happy with my life for the first time in… forever." Sam explained sincerely. "I-I am, I really am. It's just, things are… things are good."

Dean cast a quick glance at Angela before looking back at his glass. "Never better."

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is definitely one of my favorites :) And don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback is so, so important to me. Love y'all, xoxo.

~Emily