I'm No Angel Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Dean, clearly just having woken up, poured himself a cup of coffee as Angela walked into the room, carrying Grace.

"Mm, is that coffee I smell?" Angela asked groggily as Grace babbled nonsensically.

"Yeah, here, I'll pour you some," Dean replied. "Where's Sam?"

Angela shrugged slightly. "He wasn't in bed when I woke up."

Dean frowned as he handed Angela her cup of coffee. The two hunters made their way from the kitchen to the main room, then to the library.

"Sam!" Dean bellowed. "You here?"

As if on cue, Sam entered the bunker through the front door carrying a takeout bag. "Hey! Morning."

Dean's face scrunched up as he checked his watch. "You've been outside already?"

"Yeah. Woke up, went for a run—beautiful sunrise." Sam replied as he walked down the stairs to meet Dean and Angela. "Anyways, cleaned up, went and got breakfast, grabbed you real bacon and eggs, extra grease, not even gonna argue." He added as he took a container from the bag and handed it to Dean. "And Angie, I got you a breakfast sandwich." He finished, pecking her on the lips.

"Mm, thanks, babe." Angela smiled as they all sat down at the table.

Grace looked up at her father with wide hazel eyes.

"Hey, Gracie." Sam cooed, tickling her stomach, pulling giggles from his daughter.

"Wait," Dean cut in. "You went running?"

Sam chuckled and looked at his brother. "What? Why do you look so worried?"

"Let's see," Dean replied. "There's Cas, who I told to haul ass here. That was days ago. He's still out there. Um, there's you."

"Me?" Sam scoffed slightly. "I feel great."

"I'm sure you do, but, Sam, you went through the trials." Dean reminded. "Okay, that put a big strain on you. I just think it's better if you took it easy, you know, and didn't act like you were—

Suddenly, Sam's eyes flashed blue and he straightened up.

"Possessed by an angel." Ezekiel finished. "And he does feel better. A work in progress, of course, but I am slowly healing him."

"That's great," Angela assured. "Um, but, Sam—

"I have news." Ezekiel interrupted. "I've picked up chatter among the angels. Not all are wandering around in confusion."

Dean's brows furrowed. "Yeah, some of 'em are after Cas."

"There is a faction that is rapidly organizing and finding human vessels to contain them."

"Led by Naomi?" Angela asked curiously.

Ezekiel shook his head. "I have not heard that name, no. But it is this faction's leadership who want Castiel found. You see, I can be useful."

"So can Sammy," Angela replied firmly. "If we need your help, we'll let you know."

"Angela," Ezekiel started.

"She said we'll let you know." Dean interrupted firmly.

Ezekiel pursed his lips before his eyes flashed again. Sam leaned back in his chair.

"I mean, you know, Cas is human now." Sam sighed. "It's gonna take him a lot longer to travel."

Dean blinked a few times. "I'm gonna get whiplash."

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"Nothing." Dean shook his head. "Um, alright, so, I was thinking that if the angels are organizing, then that makes them a lot more dangerous than we thought."

Sam looked even more confused than he did before. "Why do you think they're organizing?"

"It makes sense." Angela cut in. "What Dean's trying to say is, is that the more of them that are after Cas, the worse it is, so… we have to find him."

~/~\~

Dean was poring over a map of Colorado and the surrounding states, while Sam and Angela were on the laptop. Grace was in her high chair playing with a set of toy keys.

"Alright," Dean sighed. "So, this is where Cas called from Tuesday—Longmont, Colorado. Each circle is how far he might have gotten in one, two, and three days out."

"Okay. Here we go." Angela replied. "The same day he called from Longmont, weird murder, same town. Cops said it was like the girl was blasted from the inside out."

"Angel kill. They might have just missed Cas. Unless they got him."

Sam opened another news article on his laptop. "You got an Emory Park, Iowa?"

"Emory Park, Emory Park," Dean muttered. "I just saw that. Yeah, a couple days outside of Longmont."

"Okay, because two priests were murdered there Thursday," Sam replied. "Eyes blown out, evidence of torture. They were impaled on posts."

"Torture?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Angels are looking for info." Angela sighed. "If they get to Cas before we do…"

"Yeah," Sam muttered.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were in their FBI apparel and were talking to one of the homeless men.

"Yes. Yeah, I think I know this guy you're talking about. Sounds like Clarence."

"Clarence?" Dean raised a brow.

"The church—it runs a shelter in town, and we work here. We earn our keep. Clarence spent a couple nights, and then had to move on."

"And he left the day the bodies were found?" Angela asked.

"Matter of fact." The man nodded. "Oh, man, those poor guys were a mess. They must have suffered bad. But at least now they're with the angels."

"I sure as hell hope not," Dean muttered.

"Did Clarence happen to mention where he was headed?" Angela questioned.

"No." the man shook his head. "He just said he always had to keep going."

~/~\~

Sam was in the Impala, wearing his FBI apparel as well. He was typing on his laptop while Grace babbled from her car seat in the back. Dean and Angela got back into the car.

"Alright. Well, he's definitely been here." Dean sighed. "Good news is he's getting cagey. He's using a fake name—Clarence."

"That's what Meg used to call him." Sam chuckled. "Of course, he doesn't get that's the name of a pretty famous angel."

"What?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"It's A Wonderful Life," Angela replied.

Dean just shook his head, still confused.

"Dude, seriously?" Sam scoffed.

"What'd you come up with?" Dean asked defensively.

"Another angel kill, outside a town called Lafayette about a day's travel east of here," Sam explained.

"What is that, Indiana?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Body was found in a homeless camp. Insides barbecued, the whole nine."

"Homeless guy?" Angela raised her brows.

"No," Sam shook his head. "A pharmacist from Dayton."

"Huh," Dean muttered.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela were walking and talking with the police chief. Angela held Grace in her arms as they walked.

"Damndest thing I ever saw," the police chief started. "Vic had a stab wound, but it's not what killed him. It's like his insides were—

"Vaporized?" Angela raised a brow. "It's been going around."

"So, this guy was a pharmacist from Ohio?" Sam questioned.

"Apparently. Total family man, religious. One day, just hops in the SUV, takes off, dies under a bridge here from God knows what." The police chief explained. "This is stuff. Help yourself." He handed them two evidence bags before leaving.

"Thanks." The three hunters replied simultaneously.

Sam and Dean opened the bags and they went through the contents. Sam picked up a miniature Bible while Dean started flicking through the man's phone.

"Anything?" Angela asked.

"Nothing weird," Dean muttered. "Crappy music, a lot of podcasts, all the same one. Reverend Buddy Boyle's 'Goin' for Glory Hour.'"

"Cop said he was religious," Sam recalled.

Dean pressed play on one of Buddy's podcasts.

"Join me in a heapin' helpin' of glory, friends. When you're in the presence of the divine, you'll know it. And if you let yourself, you'll hear it." Buddy's voice rang through.

Dean rolled his eyes and skipped ahead.

"So, remember, when angels come a-knocking, let 'em on it."

Sam sighed heavily. "Angels can't possess a human without permission, right?"

"Yep." Angela nodded.

"So, what, they're using this guy to find vessels?" Sam questioned.

"It's a willing audience." Dean shrugged. "They're all religious types like our pharmacist here. Buddy Boyle was telling them to let the angels take them over."

"Like body snatchers," Angela muttered.

"How big a reach does this Boyle guy have?"

Sam typed something in quickly and brought up a 'Global Influence' page from Buddy Boyle's website. "Pretty much the whole planet…"

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) Also, I'm so, so glad that you guys are enjoying the installment so far! Angie's emotions, in particular, are gonna be running high in this installment ;) And thank you for the recent reviews. Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily