Holy Terror Part 2
Kevin, Dean, and Angela were researching at the tables. Grace sat on the floor near her mother's chair, playing with stacking cups.
"There may be nothing in here," Kevin started. "Crowley said the spell that cast down the angels was irreversible."
"Yeah, well, screw Crowley." Dean retorted. "Why would you think that anything he says is true?"
"This part is nearly indecipherable," Kevin commented. "Almost like, when Metatron wrote it down, he wanted to keep the words hidden, even from Prophets."
"Hey." Sam greeted as he walked in.
Angela stood up and walked over to her husband, kissing him sweetly on the lips.
"Hey, baby." She greeted, taking his hand in hers and leading him over to the table.
"Hey." Dean greeted his brother. "Check this out. Another angel attack."
"What?" Sam's brows furrowed. "Where?"
"Utah. A, uh, college, uh, Bible-study group and their, uh, their guest speaker—some top-shelf church lady." Dean explained. "Insides scorched out, kids' eyes were missing, but, not the church lady's."
"So, she was an angel, too?" Sam asked.
"Sounds like it," Angela replied. "Uh, and she sang soprano for the, uh, Melody Ministry Glee Club?"
"Okay?" Sam shrugged, confused.
"The club goes to its gigs on a bus," Dean replied. "So, when I checked with the Wyoming cops, they said that a witness saw the same bus leaving the biker bar not long before the bodies were found."
"So, church-lady angel was at both killings?" Sam raised a brow.
"I'm guessing that she and whoever she's running with killed Bartholomew's bikers at the bar and then Bart's boys hit her back," Dean explained.
"When she was recruiting those students to be vessels." Sam sighed, wrapping an arm around Angela. "Wow. It's just a bunch of kids."
"Kevin," Angela said softly. "Clock's ticking."
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Dean and Angela headed to the kitchen. Angela had just managed to get Grace down for a nap.
"Hey," Dean greeted Kevin as he walked out of the kitchen with a sandwich. "You seen Sam?"
"He went out." Kevin shrugged, taking a bite from his sandwich.
"Where?" Angela's brows furrowed in confusion.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "You notice he's doing that a lot?"
Dean and Angela shared a thoughtful look.
"Yeah," Dean mumbled.
Kevin shrugged again and walked out as Dean's phone started ringing. Dean answered the phone and put it on speaker.
"Yeah." He greeted.
"Dean, I don't have a lot of time, so listen," Castiel started. "The leader of the opposition is an angel named Malachi."
"How do you know that?" Dean questioned.
"He had me. I, uh, I was tortured." Castiel replied. "But I got away."
"How?" Angela asked.
"I… I did what I had to do. I became what they've become. A barbarian."
Angela sighed heavily. "What are you—Cas, where are you?"
"It's better I stay away." He replied. "They're gonna want me even more now. But I'm gonna be alright. I… I got my grace back. Well, not mine per se, but it'll do."
Dean's brows furrowed. "Wait, you're—you're back? You got your mojo?"
"I'm not sure." Castiel sighed. "But I am an angel."
"And you're okay with that?" Angela asked.
"Angela, if we're going to war, I need to be ready," Castiel stressed.
"Cas." Angela sighed.
"Wait," he interjected. "There's more."
Dean and Angela shared confused looks.
"What?" Dean questioned.
"Didn't you say Sam was healed by an angel named Ezekiel?"
"Uh… Yeah, why?"
Castiel sighed heavily. "Ezekiel is dead."
Angela practically froze. "What?"
"He died when the angels fell," Castiel explained.
Dean and Angela looked at each other with extremely concerned expressions.
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Kevin was dozing over a book when Dean and Angela quickly approached.
"We need a spell. ASAP." Dean stressed.
Kevin shook himself awake. "Everyone always needs a spell, and it's always ASAP."
"Alright, listen to me, hon," Angela started. "An angel can't be expelled by another human. Okay, only by the host, right? But, what if there was a way to power down the angel, so that it wasn't in charge for a few seconds?"
"What?" Kevin's face scrunched up.
"For instance," Dean cut in. "If—if hypothetically, we wanted to speak with the vessel but not have the squatter listen in."
"Why?" Kevin raised his brows.
"Why?" Dean scoffed. "Kevin, we've got tons of possessed humans out there. You with us? And when the angels kill each other off, the humans are taking it in the teeth. So, what if we wanted to clue the human in so that he, or she, could spit the angel out? That would be a good thing, right?"
"Uh… yeah?" Kevin shrugged.
"Okay." Dean nodded. "So, hit the tablet. Let's go!"
"Now?" Kevin sighed.
"Yesterday, Cinderella!" Dean snapped.
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"Alright, so this masterpiece we just painted—it's gonna work, right?" Dean asked, brows raised.
"The sigils are supposed to briefly hobble the possessing angel," Kevin explained. "If the info's correct."
"Wait, what?" Dean frowned.
"I only had time to get a little from the tablet." Kevin defended. "The rest came from an old Men of Letters book. As soon as your blood touches the ignition sigil, the spell kicks in," he added. "Guys, what's going on?"
"We told you, hon," Angela replied.
"You told me theoretically." He corrected. "We just painted sigils in the storeroom. What the hell?"
"You're gonna have to trust us, okay, trust that we told you everything that we can for now," Dean replied. "Can you do that?"
"I always trust you." Kevin sighed. "And I always end up screwed."
"Oh, come on." Dean scoffed. "Always? Not always."
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Dean and Angela walked in as Sam put a case of beer away in the fridge.
"Hey, babe, where've you been?" Angela asked.
"Hey." Sam greeted. "Beer run."
"Long beer run," Dean muttered, earning a chuckle from Sam. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah. Uh… sure."
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Dean and Angela ushered Sam into the storeroom.
"This sounds serious," Sam commented.
Dean gently shut the door and pulled out a knife to slash his palm. He slapped his hand against the door; a flare of light emitting from the sigil. Sam turned around, clearly startled.
"What's going on? What are you doing?" Sam questioned.
"Baby, we have to tell you some stuff fast. It's gonna piss you off." Angela stood in front of him.
"Okay." Sam nodded.
Angela ran a hand through her hair nervously. "Those trials really messed you up."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know that, babe—
"No, you don't." she interrupted. "I mean messed you up like almost dead, baby. And well, t-that really messed me up, and it messed Dean up, so w-we made a move," her voice wavered. "A tough move about you without talking it over because you were in a coma."
"Wait, what?" Sam frowned deeply. "When?"
"You were in the hospital, okay," her voice cracked slightly. "And they said you were gonna die, baby."
Sam squared his shoulders. "Angela, what did you do?"
Angela's lip trembled slightly and she looked up at her husband. "I let an angel in."
"In what?" Sam questioned.
"In you." She whispered, trying not to cry. "He said he could heal you and he is."
"He's still in me?" Sam's eyes widened. "Wait. That's impossible, Angie. That couldn't happen. I never invited him in."
Angela looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I tricked you into saying yes. It seemed like the only way, Sam."
Sam sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "So… Again. You and Dean thought I couldn't handle something, so you took over!"
"No, we did what we had to do." Dean cut in. "You would've never agreed to it, and you would've died."
"Well, maybe I would've liked the choice, at least!" Sam snapped.
"We can do this—later. You can—you can kick our asses all you want." Dean replied. "Right now, we got bigger problems."
"Bigger?" Sam raised his brows.
"The angel lied to us. Okay? He—he's not who he said he was." Angela replied. "He said his name was Ezekiel. Cool guy, according to Cas, but it's not Ezekiel."
"Who is he?" Sam demanded.
"We don't know," Dean admitted. "Apparently, Ezekiel is dead. Whoever this guy is can end you in a heartbeat if he wants to, so you have got to dump him."
"Are you hearing what we're saying?" Angela asked. "I think you're well enough now, but you have to expel him, baby. Sam? Sam—
Sam stormed past Dean and Angela, clearly angry.
"Hey!" Dean exclaimed.
Sam turned around and swung a punch at Dean. Dean went down, and Angela knelt down next to him, checking on him. Sam stormed out, furious.
"Sam!" Angela exclaimed to the empty doorway.
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Dean and Angela rounded the corner into the main room, as Kevin screamed in pain. The two hunters saw a white light flooding out of Kevin through his eyes.
"No!" Angela screamed.
"No! No! No!" Dean yelled. "Kevin?!"
They started to run forward as Kevin's lifeless body dropped to the floor.
Gadreel extended a hand and held the two hunters off.
"Sam? Baby?" Angela asked, tears in her eyes.
"There is no more Sam." Gadreel replied flatly.
"No." Angela shook her head in denial.
"But, I played him convincingly, I thought," Gadreel added.
"How did you…" Dean trailed off.
"I heard you talking with Kevin Tran tonight." Gadreel replied. "Alter a sigil… even the slightest… Alter the spell." He held up his hand to show the dust of markings on his fingers. "Sorry about Kevin, but ultimately… it's for the best. I did what I had to do."
Gadreel placed a yellow card on Kevin's chest. He turned to look at Dean and Angela, possibly feeling guilty.
"You better kill me now." Angela glared at the angel. "Because if you don't, I swear… I will hunt you down. And I will get my husband back."
Gadreel just stared at her for a moment before walking off. Dean and Angela were released from Gadreel's invisible hold.
"Kevin?" Dean asked.
Angela crawled over to the Prophet, cupping his face in her hands. "Kevin? Honey, please. Kevin."
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! It's definitely an angsty one, but I'm really proud of it. And of course, thank you for all the recent reviews. Sorry that there was no Snapshots chapter yesterday. I ended up having to go into work. But I've finally gotten over my writer's block and I'm really motivated to get back into writing! I have to work tomorrow and some errands to run, so I don't know if I'll be able to post tomorrow, but I'm gonna try my best to post on Saturday. Love you guys, xoxo.
~Emily