Rock and a Hard Place Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam was fast asleep lying over the kitchen table, snoring softly. Angela sat next to him while Grace sat in her highchair. Angela was feeding Grace mashed bananas. Dean walked in and poured himself a cup of coffee. He grabbed a bowl and slammed it on the table, waking Sam up.

"I'm up," Sam mumbled.

"Seriously, Dean?" Angela raised a brow. "He was up all night with Gracie, he's exhausted."

"I'm fine. I was just resting my head for a second." Sam rubbed his eyes. "Um, how's Kevin? He, uh—he find anything?"

"Uh, jack." Dean huffed. "On about four days no sleep. He looks worse than you."

"Huh. What about Crowley?" Sam questioned. "Um, do you think he might be lying about the whole, uh, 'Metatron's spell being irreversible' thing?"

"Oh, Crowley lie?" Dean scoffed. "I do know one thing. Next time that junkie's jonesing for a hit of blood, we got leverage."

Sam still looked half asleep and yawned loudly.

"Baby, you should go to bed," Angela suggested gently. "You're exhausted."

"No, I'm fine, baby," Sam assured.

"You're sick," Dean argued.

"No, I'm not sick." Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm just, um—I feel like my battery can't recharge."

Suddenly, Angela's cell phone started ringing. She set down the spoon she was feeding Grace with.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Angie. Jody Mills." Her voice rang through.

"Jody." Angela smiled. "Hang on. Sam and Dean are here, too." She put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Jody." The boys greeted.

"Hey, boys." She replied. "Uh… I got a bit of an oddball to pitch your direction."

"Shoot," Dean replied.

"A small town I cover outside of Sioux Falls—only crime to speak of being the occasional cow tipping," Jody explained. "Then last week… four people go missing."

"Alright, so, what makes you think this is our kind of weird?" Angela asked.

"I've got a witness who says he saw someone lift an S.U.V. to nab a girl last night," Jody explained.

~/~\~

Hartford, South Dakota

The Impala sped down the country road. It pulled up to Casey's Great Plains Diner and parked next to Jody's truck. The three hunters got out, and Angela took Grace out of her car seat. Jody smiled as she walked over.

"Sheriff." Dean greeted as he hugged her. "Laying off the blind dates, I hope."

"Yeah." She pulled away. "You bite your tongue, boy."

"Hey." Sam smiled, hugging Jody.

Angela adjusted Grace in her arms and hugged Jody. "Hey, Jody."

"Hey, Angie." The Sheriff smiled, then looked at Grace. "Oh my gosh, she's getting so big."

"I know." Angela sighed softly. "She's six-months-old now, we can't believe it."

"Baba." Grace babbled, a smile on her face.

Sam smiled at his daughter, then looked at Jody. "So, what do ya got for us?"

"So," Jody started. "Car was right over there, ass over teakettle. Now, normally, if somebody would tell me that one guy lifted an S.U.V., I'd tell him to take a flying leap, but after what I've seen…"

"Nothing's impossible," Angela muttered.

"Uh-huh."

"And this matches up with the other missing how?" Dean questioned.

"Well, four abductions, strong evidence left at every scene—literally," Jody explained.

"So, first vic was a pastor?" Angela asked.

"Yeah. Door of his study was punched in. And then, the next two—an engaged couple."

"Locked bedroom window was ripped open." Dean read the file.

"Mm-hmm." Jody hummed. "And then we have our waitress here with the topsy-turvy ride."

"Any other connection among them?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Yeah. They were all members of Good Faith Church here. My, uh, my church group back in Sioux Falls was in a tizzy over it."

"Hmm." Dean hummed.

"What?" Jody raised her brows.

"I didn't peg you for churchy." He shrugged.

"Yeah." She sighed. "You know… Choking on the ladies' room floor 'cause of witchcraft kind of makes a higher power seem relevant."

"Jody, are you sure you're, uh, good to jump back in the fray?" Dean asked concernedly.

"This wackadoo stuff keeps coming. More I know, better armed I'll be."

"Okay, so, we have, uh, missing church folk and super strength," Sam muttered. "Maybe angels harvesting vessels? Could be a Buddy Boyle type thing."

Jody's eyes widened. "Wh—angels? You're joking."

"Don't get your pants on fire." Dean scoffed. "They suck."

"You said there was a witness." Angela cut in.

"Yeah, well… more or less."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were sitting at a restaurant booth. Angela had Grace on her lap. Jody walked over with Slim.

"Okay, Slim," she started. "My friends here want to talk to you about the missing girl."

"Honor. Her name was Honor." He replied. "Nice girl. Always left me meatloaves."

"Mm." Dean hummed.

"Slim, why don't you tell us what you saw that night?" Angela asked gently.

"I heard a big noise, got woke, and there's somebody over there lifting a car up—like this." Slim lifted his hands above his head.

"And di you happen to see who it was?" Dean asked.

"I was too far. But I saw a light go off."

"A white light?" Sam raised his brows.

Slim shook his head. "Blue. Blue like fire. But not. Then she was—she wasn't there."

"Could you think of anything else?" Angela asked.

"No." he shook his head.

"Okay. Well… Slim, thank you for your time." Dean handed him a $20.

Slim gratefully took the money and walked away.

"Okay." Sam sighed. "So, no white light."

"No Angel," Dean muttered. "Has anybody talked to the victims' families?"

"It's next on my list," Jody replied.

"Okay," Dean nodded. "And you said that they were all part of the same church?"

"Mm-hmm."

Dean looked at Sam and Angela, a smirk on his face. "Ready to get your worship on?"

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela sat across from Bonnie Futchko in her church office. Jody was back at the motel babysitting Grace while she did research.

"We hope you enjoyed the tour." Bonnie smiled. "Any questions before we get you three registered?"

"Uh, yeah, uh, look, um, Ms. Futchko—

"Oh, please… Bonnie will do just fine." She corrected Sam.

"Bonnie," Sam nodded. "Okay, um, we… love the church. We do."

"But…" Angela continued. "Well, we've heard that a few members have gone missing, and to be honest…" she took one of Sam's hands in hers. "That kind of scares us."

Sam ran a thumb over the back of Angela's hand.

"Let me assure you," Bonnie started. "With our increased security, Good Faith has never been safer. And those people who have gone missing, well, they are front in center in our prayers."

"What a relief." Dean nodded. "Now, you must have been, uh, close to them."

"Well, we do share the A.P.U. bond." Bonnie smiled.

"The A.P.U.?" Angela asked curiously.

"Our chastity group… 'Abstinence Purifies Us.'" Bonnie explained.

"Oh. W-wow." Sam stammered. "You mind if we sit in on that, maybe see if it's for us?"

"I'm afraid it's members only. I'm sorry, but it can get pretty personal."

"Then count us in." Sam smiled.

"Well," Bonnie blushed slightly. "I'll be a squirrel in a skirt. I'll be back in a jiff with the papers."

Bonnie left to get the papers and Dean leaned over to Sam and Angela.

"A chastity group?" he muttered.

"Dean, listen," Sam sighed. "If all the members were in A.P.U., then maybe whatever took them is stalking virgins."

"And Slim said he thought he saw fire," Angela muttered. "So, what are we thinking, dragons?"

"Mm," Sam said as he noticed Bonnie returning. "Shh."

"Alrighty," she handed the three hunters their clipboards. "You can just sign there, and your purification can begin."

Angela's brows furrowed as she read the paper. "Purity pledge?"

"It's a commitment to your virginity," Bonnie replied.

"I don't think we can really un-ring that bell." Dean chuckled. "You know what I mean?"

Bonnie looked slightly taken aback. "Oh. I see. Well… if you just ask for God's forgiveness for your sins and make a new vow of chastity, well, then, you'll be born again as a virgin in his eyes."

"So, you just hit the 'virginity do-over' button, and all is good with the man upstairs?" Dean raised his brows.

"It's not a button," Bonnie muttered. "And… this isn't just a piece of paper. I mean, this is your clean slate, your chance to be a virgin until marriage."

"Well, you had me at 'clean slate.'" Dean grinned. "Let's do this."

Dean and Sam both signed their real names while Angela signed with her maiden name. The three hunters handed the clipboards back to Bonnie.

"Congratulations, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Angela Morgan," Bonnie smiled. "You are now virgins."

Dean smiled sheepishly at Sam and Angela.

~/~\~

The A.P.U. group sat in the Sunday school room. The group consisted of multiple women, including Angela, and Sam and Dean.

"Good afternoon, everybody," Suzy smiled. "I'm Suzy. I thought we'd begin with a silent prayer for our missing friends."

Everyone closed their eyes in silent prayer, except for Dean, who was still watching everyone. Sam noticed and cleared his throat, causing Dean to quickly duck his head.

"Amen," Suzy whispered. "Now, does anyone have anything that they would like to share?"

"I wrote a new piece of verse," Tammy started. "It's called 'sex is a racket, and God's ball is in your court.'"

"And we would love to hear that, Tammy—later," Suzy replied. "Why don't we hear from our new friends? Sam, what brought you here to reclaim your virginity?"

"Well, my fiancée and I," he started, gesturing to Angela. "We, uh, we've had… relations, and we wish that we had just waited until we got married. We want to start fresh."

Angela nodded, going along with the lie. "Exactly. We want God to forgive us for our sins."

"Thank you for being here," Suzy smiled softly. "Stay strong. Stay pure."

"Stay strong. Stay pure." The other women chanted.

"And you, Dean?" Suzy quirked a brow. "What set you on the path away from sin?"

"Uh, hard to say, exactly," Dean sighed. "Yeah. Sex has always felt—I don't know—good, you know? I mean, really, really good. Uh… But, uh… Sometimes, it just makes you feel bad, you know? You're drunk. You shack up." He explained. "Then, it's the whole morning thing. You know, 'Hey, that was fun.' And then, 'adios.' You know? Always the 'adios.'" He recalled wistfully. "But, you know, when you get down to it, what's the big deal, right? I mean, sure, there's the touching and the feeling all of each other, my hands everywhere, tracing every inch of her body, the two of us moving together, pressing and pulling… Grinding."

All of the women in the room started to shift uncomfortably as Dean spoke.

"Then you hit that sweet spot," Dean continued. "And everything just builds and builds and builds until it all just…"

Angela cleared her throat loudly and gave Dean an unimpressed look.

"Yeah." Dean cleared his throat. "Uh… But the whole thing was just a little too, uh… sticky. So, uh, I got my 'V' card back." He slapped his leg. "The end."

~/~\~

After the meeting ended, the women were putting away the fold-up chairs.

"Hm. So, um… Wee bit of an over-share, Dean?" Angela quirked a brow.

"I was purifying, Angie." Dean corrected. "Hey, she looked familiar to you guys?"

Sam and Angela turned around to see that Dean was looking at Suzy.

"Suzy?" the couple asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Swear I know her from somewhere."

Sam rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Oh, good, Dean. 'Cause that line never fails."

"Well, let's find out." He smirked.

Dean left in pursuit of Suzy as Bonnie walked up to Sam and Angela.

"Hey." The couple greeted.

"So?" Bonnie asked.

"So?" Sam raised his brows.

"How did you guys like the meeting?"

"Oh, we loved it," Angela replied with fake sincerity. "Yeah. Um, you know, w-we couldn't help but think of those who weren't here."

"Oh." Bonnie nodded. "Honor. She's my favorite."

Tammy overheard and her face contorted in anger. Bonnie suddenly noticed another A.P.U. member stuffing cookies into a napkin for later.

"Would you excuse me?" Bonnie muttered.

Tammy approached Sam and Angela once Bonnie was gone.

"Her favorite?" she hissed. "She has no idea what kind girl Honor is."

"You don't say," Sam replied. "Uh, Tammy, right? The poet?"

"Mm-hmm." She hummed.

"Tammy, why—why don't, um, why don't you tell us what kind of girl Honor is?"

~/~\~

"Are you sure we don't know each other?" Dean asked Suzy.

"Yeah, I-I'm pretty sure we've never met, Dean." She assured.

"Hmm."

"Wait, you're—you're new in town, right?" she inquired.

"Uh, yeah." Dean nodded. "New to town. New to this whole chastity thing."

"Well, I provide individual counseling," Suzy replied. "If you ever need to talk—

"So, everybody in the group, they dish to you?" Dean interrupted.

"They confide." Suzy nodded. "Abstinence is—it's really rough without support and education. Hey, you know what? I have some great books on the vow that really helped me. I-I live close. I'll just go grab them."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean stopped her. "With a, uh, with a kidnapper on the loose?"

"No, I'll be fine." She assured.

"Tell you what—why don't I walk with you just to be safe, okay? Just give me one second."

~/~\~

"And I bake real cookies for the bake sale." Tammy rambled. "Honor just brings Oreos!"

"Oh." Sam nodded. "You know what? Excuse us."

Dean walked up to the couple with a grin on his face. "Guess who's taking the teacher home. Research."

"You really think you're gonna hit that?" Sam scoffed. "Dean, she's the chastity counselor."

"Yeah, I know." He shrugged. "What about you guys? Any luck?"

"You mean are we actually working?" Angela sassed. "As a matter of face, yes, we are."

"Alright, well, good luck with that," Dean replied before walking back to Suzy. "Okay." He smiled charmingly. "Lead the way."

Sam and Angela turned back to Tammy.

"Hey," Angela started. "Sorry. So, where were we?"

"Honor is going to Hell," Tammy replied with certainty.

~/~\~

Jody sat in the hotel room typing on a laptop. Grace was in her pack-and-play, shaking her rattled when Sam and Angela entered.

"Hey." Sam greeted.

"How was church?" Jody asked curiously.

"Well, it turned into confessional," Angela replied as she picked up Grace. "Apparently, two of our vics, Honor and Pastor Fred, did the dirty."

"Oh, well. They're not the only ones." Jody replied. "Barb Blanton, our missing bride to be—

"Yeah?" Sam raised his brows.

"Her mom said she heard Barb and her fiancé in Barb's bedroom."

"Going at it?" Sam frowned.

"Well, she said she heard sex noises, then Barb crying, then Neil telling Barb it didn't count because it was under 30 seconds," Jody explained.

Sam chuckled, causing Angela to give him a look.

"Sam, don't act as if you've never… released early before." She muttered.

"Hey-

"Anyway," Jody cut in. "Two hours later, she heard a smash and saw a flash of light under the door."

"Blue light?" Angela asked.

Jody nodded. "You know, I'm thinking whatever this thing is, it's not going after virgins, even born-again virgins."

"It's taking virgins who break their chastity vow." Sam sighed. "So, dragons are off the list."

Jody frowned deeply. "I'm sor—dragons? Those are a thing?"

"Yeah," Angela muttered. "Too many things are things."

~/~\~

Suzy and Dean walked into her cozy little apartment.

"Make yourself at home." She smiled.

Dean watched Suzy take off her hoodie leaving her just wearing a camisole. She sat down on her couch with her back to Dean. His cell phone started ringing, and he immediately silenced the call.

"Not now, Kato." He muttered as he made his way toward the couch.

Dean stopped when he noticed that Suzy was crying. He shifted uncomfortably.

"I can't stop thinking about my friends." She admitted. "I'm so scared for them. Will you pray with me, Dean?"

Dean looked slightly uncomfortable at the request. "Sure."

~/~\~

Sam huffed when he got Dean's voicemail—again.

"This is Dean's other, other cell so you must know what to do." The recording played.

"Dean. Come on, call me." Sam stressed before hanging up.

He sat down across from Jody and pulled Angela to sit down on his lap. Grace was sound asleep in her pack-and-play.

"You know," Jody started. "For being born again today, you sure look like crap."

Sam and Angela looked at each other for a quick second.

"Wait a second," Sam frowned. "Did you… get—

"Born again?" Jody raised her brows.

"Yeah." Angela nodded.

"Oh," Jody chuckled. "I don't make promises I can't keep. It's just… I enjoy church. I mean, after… after Bobby, Crowley… I needed something that made sense to me—you know, comfort, I guess."

"Yeah," Sam murmured, pulling Angela closer to him. "I guess we're all looking for that."

"Except those that got it." Jody countered.

Sam tilted his head, slightly puzzled.

"Come on. You, Angie, Dean, and Grace?" Jody continued. "That's something special, don't you think?"

Angela smiled softly and gently kissed Sam. "Sure is."

~/~\~

Suzy bent down to grab some books off of the shelf. Her shirt rode up slightly, baring her lower back. Dean rolled his eyes and tried to look away. Suzy stood up and handed eight books to Dean.

"Okay," she sighed. "So, why don't you breeze through these, and I'm gonna head to the little girls' room."

"Mm, yeah." Dean nodded.

Suzy left the room and Dean walked over to the entertainment center, setting the books down as his phone rang. He hit the answer button, but before he could lift the phone to his ear, he noticed a cracked drawer with some DVDs in it. He opened the drawer wider and in shock, he pulled out two Casa Erotica DVDs.

"Hey," Sam's voice rang through. "Dean? Hey, Dean. Are you there?"

Dean made the connection that the naked girl on the front of the DVDs was Suzy. His eyes widened.

"Hello?" Sam asked. "Dean? Dean?"

Dean finally snapped out of his shock and raised the phone to his ear. "Sammy! Hey."

"What's going on?" Sam asked curiously.

"I found something big."

"Yeah. So did we." Sam replied. "So, get this—it's not a dragon."

"Uh-huh," Dean muttered, still staring at the DVDs. "Uh—ooh."

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Copy that," Dean replied, quickly hanging up when he heard Suzy coming back.

Dean quickly tried to hide the DVDs behind his back as he swung around to face her.

"Hey. Or should I say… 'Hola'?"

Suzy looked slightly confused. "Uh, why?"

"No reason. No reason." Dean shrugged.

"A-are you okay?" she asked concernedly.

"Me?" he scoffed. "Ah—I'm great. Why?"

"Uh, you seem… I-I don't know, nervous."

Dean laughed nervously. "Nervous? No. I'm not nervous… Carmelita."

Suzy's face fell in resignation. "So, you've seen my… work. Listen, I don't blame you if you want to be assigned a new counselor. I-I get it."

"No. No, no." Dean replied quickly. "Are you—are you kidding me? I mean, you're—you're a freaking legend."

"No!" Suzy panicked. "I-I am—I'm not that girl anymore. I moved here. I changed my name. That girl was—was horrible."

"Listen, uh, Suzy," Dean cut in. "I've seen a lot of awful things, stuff of nightmares, okay? But you—you're the good dreams."

Suzy smiled softly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"And nobody in Hartford knows?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, what am I supposed to say? 'Oh, yeah, hey, I used to be a porn star. Let's pray'?"

"Well…" Dean smirked. "They do not appreciate you. I mean… the things you can do—the scene with the tacos."

"Yeah." Suzy's smile grew.

"Made me want to join a mariachi band just to be near you." He murmured fondly.

"Well, you are now," Suzy smirked at Dean enticingly.

Dean blinked a few times. "I am, aren't I?"

Suzy sauntered toward Dean. "You're not like… the other guys in town, are you? You're kind of a… a bad boy."

"I don't know," Dean replied huskily. "Why don't you ask me that in Spanish?"

Suzy's smirk grew. "Eres un Chico malo?"

"Sí," Dean growled.

Suzy quickly closed the gap between them and kissed Dean passionately. He pulled her head in and hungrily kissed her back. He lifted her up onto his hips as they kissed.

~/~\~

Jody was typing on her laptop while Angela changed Grace's diaper. They both looked over to see Sam shrugging on his jacket.

"What's up, babe?" Angela asked.

"This thing is taking people that break their vows, right?" Sam proposed.

"Yeah." Jody nodded.

"Dean and Suzy—been over an hour." Sam sighed.

"Crap." Angela sighed as she finished changing Grace's diaper.

~/~\~

Dean and Suzy walked to her door as they finished putting their clothes back on.

"I got to say… I really missed that." Suzy grinned.

"I miss it already," Dean replied.

He gently pulled her head toward him and kissed her again. Suzy wrapped both arms around Dean's neck and kissed him back.

"Okaaay." Dean murmured as he pulled away.

Dean turned to open the door and when he did, both him and Suzy were thrown back in the apartment in a blinding flash of blue light.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter :) This is one of my favorites so far! Also, sorry for not posting the last few days. I've been working non-stop and have been absolutely exhausted. I've also just been in kind of a writing slump recently, to be honest, so I needed a little break. Anyway, don't forget to leave a review. Your feedback is what keeps me motivated! Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily