Road Trip Part 2

Gadreel, Dean, Angela, Crowley, and Castiel were in an abandoned warehouse. Angela held Grace in her arms. Gadreel was tied to a chair with warded handcuffs and was in a chin and head restraint. Gadreel started to regain consciousness.

"Welcome to the party, pal." Dean glared. "Cas, how we lookin'?"

"Most of Sam's internal burns have healed. I should be able to fix the rest." Castiel explained. "What's your name?" he asked Gadreel. "I thought I knew every angel in Heaven, but I've never seen you."

"Why would I tell you anything?" Gadreel sneered.

"Well, I don't give a damn who you are." Angela glared. "You need to get out—now!"

"And if I don't?" Gadreel countered.

"Then you and I will have a lovely little playdate." Crowley cut in.

"Even bound, I can rip this body apart. Tell them, Castiel." Gadreel smirked.

"You do, you die." Angela retorted.

"You want this to end?" Gadreel smirked. "Go ahead. Put a blade through your husband's heart. Leave your daughter without a father—the very thing you were trying to avoid."

Angela clenched her jaw and instinctively pulled Grace closer to her.

"If it makes you feel better," Gadreel continued. "I have Sam locked away in a dream. As far as he knows, you're working a case right now."

"Why are you doing this, huh?" Dean glared. "We fought together. Angie and I trusted you. We thought you were one of the good guys!"

"I am doing what I have to do." Gadreel replied.

"Well, so are we," Angela replied.

Dean nodded to Crowley who got up and picked up a large thick needle from a tray and moved toward Gadreel.

"So am I," Crowley muttered.

Crowley stuck the needle into Gadreel's temple and started to move it around. Gadreel screamed in pain. Dean's face hardened and checked his watch while Angela closed her eyes tightly. After a few hours, both Dean and Angela finally walked away suddenly. Castiel, concerned, followed after them.

"Hey." Castiel greeted softly.

"We couldn't watch that anymore," Dean muttered.

"I understand." Castiel nodded. "It's not Sam, but… it's still Sam."

"Pretty much, yeah." Angela's voice cracked as she fought back tears. "How are you doing, Cas?"

Castiel's brows furrowed in surprise. "You want to talk about me now?"

"I want to talk about anything that's not a demon sticking needles into my husband's brain." Angela chocked out a sob.

Dean immediately wrapped his arms around Angela and looked at Castiel. "Humor us, man. How you doing?"

"Uh… I'm okay." Castiel replied.

"Good. Good." Dean nodded. "That's, uh… So, what, you just change the batteries out, power back up? It's that easy?"

"It wasn't easy, but I didn't have a choice." Castiel sighed.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Well, that's usually how it goes. Cas… I'm sorry."

"About what?" Castiel frowned.

"Kickin' you out of the bunker. That's, uh… You know, not telling you about Sam." Dean sighed.

"You and Angela thought his life was at stake," Castiel replied.

"Yeah, we got played." Angela scoffed.

"I thought I was saving Heaven. I got played, too." Castiel replied.

Dean smiled a weak smile. "So, you're sayin' we're a couple of dumbasses?"

"I prefer the word 'trusting'." Castiel smiled gently. "Less dumb. Less ass."

"Laverne! Alvinia! Shirley!" Crowley called from the other room. "Get in here!"

Dean, Angela, and Castiel immediately rushed back into the room.

"Pinhead's out cold, but watch this," Crowley commented.

He moved two of the needles stuck in Gadreel's left temple. Gadreel sucked in a breath and started to speak in Enochian.

"Zir noco iad Gadreel. Zir noco iad Gadreel."

"What's he saying?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"His name. Gadreel." Castiel frowned deeply.

"Does that mean something?" Dean questioned.

"Well, it's why I've never seen him," Castiel replied. "He's been imprisoned since the dawn of time. Gadreel was the sentry who allowed Lucifer into the garden."

"My, my. A celebrity." Crowley smirked.

"Wait, the garden?" Dean raised his brows. "Like Eden? Adam and Eve? Fig-leaves garden?"

"It's his fault—all of it. The corruption of man, demons, Hell. God left because of him. The archangels—the apocalypse. If he hadn't been so weak, none of it would have happened." Castiel snarled. "You ruined the universe, you damn son of a bitch!" he shook the unconscious angel.

Angela immediately handed Grace to Dean and grabbed Castiel gently.

"Cas! Cas! Hey!" she explained.

Castiel turned around, breathing heavily. "Angela, he—

"I get it." Angela interrupted. "But you have to relax. Please, Cas."

Crowley continued to probe needles into Gadreel's head.

"What's taking so long?" Dean demanded as Grace started to cry.

"Other than the fact that I'm trying to unravel a living, multidimensional knot of pure energy, not much," Crowley muttered.

Suddenly, Gadreel gasped in a breath and opened his eyes.

"Sam…" Angels whispered hopefully.

"It won't work." Gadreel taunted, smirking at Angela. "You will never find Sam. Go ahead. Poke and prod. I can sit in this chair for years and watch you fail over and over again. I've endured much worse than this, Angela. So… much… worse. And I have all the time in the world."

"Shut up!" Dean snapped. "Alright. Plan 'B'. Cas, you got to possess him."

"What?" Castiel's brows furrowed.

"Do it now!" Dean exclaimed. "Get in there, tell Sam what's going on, and help him kick that lying son of a bitch out!"

"It might work." Castiel sighed. "But I can't possess a vessel without permission."

Crowley cleared his throat and raised his hand as a volunteer.

"No." Angela shook her head. "Not happening."

"Don't be daft, Bambi. Demons can take what they want." Crowley replied. "I can burrow into that rat's nest of a head. I can wake Sam up. Just call me plan 'C'."

Castiel frowned. "You can't—

"You got a better idea?" Dean sighed heavily. "What about the angel?"

"I'll work fast," Crowley assured.

"And if he finds you?" Angela asked.

"I'll run. I'm not dying for you lot. Of course, if I do this, you're gonna have to…"

"Take the leash off. Yeah, we know." Dean muttered.

"And it stays off. I save Sam, I leave here a free man." Crowley retorted. "Do we have a deal?"

Angela pursed her lips. "Cas, burn off Sam's tattoo."

"Angela." Castiel frowned.

"Do it." Dean nodded. "Do it."

Castiel walked over to Gadreel and pulled down his shirt collar to reveal his warding tattoo. In a blaze of light, Castiel removed the tattoo.

Dean looked at Crowley. "If you mess with Sam, if you try anything—

"I keep my bargains," Crowley assured. "Besides, I don't want to be inside Sam any longer than I have to. I'm not one for sloppy seconds."

"When you find him, say 'Poughkeepsie.'" Angela instructed. "It's our go word. It means 'drop everything and run.'"

"Fine. While I'm gone, hands off the suit." Crowley replied.

"I will destroy you." Gadreel glared at Crowley.

"Eat me."

A cloud of red demon smoke shot from Crowley's mouth and rocketed into Gadreel's mouth.

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"A demon and an angel walk into my husband," Angela muttered. "Sounds like a bad joke."

"If this doesn't work…" Castiel started.

"It'll work," Angela muttered. "It has to work, Cas."

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Sam was working at a table in the bunker. "I mean, it doesn't make any sense," he flipped through a book. "Why is this ghoul only chomping on dead cheerleaders?"

"Hey, you want a beer?!" Dean called from the other room.

"No, I'm fine," Sam replied with a sigh.

"Not bad," Crowley said as he looked around.

Sam jumped from his chair in shock. "Angie! Dean!"

"Poughkeepsie," Crowley replied.

Sam stilled on the alert. "How do you know that word?"

"Because Angela and Dean sent me, Bullwinkle," Crowley replied. "I'll make this quick—you've been possessed by an angel. He's got you packed away in some dusty corner of your own mind, and I'm heard to break you out."

Sam narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Seriously?"

"Fine." Crowley huffed. "We'll do this the fun way."

He picked up Dean's gun from the table and shot Sam in the chest. Sam shook in shock, but then realized he was fine and not even bleeding.

"See?" Crowley shrugged. "Not real. Like I said. I know how possession works, Sam. You've seen everything that he's seen, even if you can't remember. That's what I need you to do. I need you to remember."

Sam closed his eyes and was bombarded with memories from when Gadreel was in control. His face crumbled when he saw Gadreel killing Kevin.

"Did I kill Kevin?" he whispered.

"No, you didn't. He did." Crowley replied firmly. "You need to take control, Sam. Blow it up and cast that punk-ass holy roller out!"

Sam looked up and saw Gadreel standing behind Crowley.

"What?" Crowley frowned. "Oh, bollocks."

"Hello, Sam." Gadreel greeted.

"Who are you?" Sam demanded.

"His name is Gadreel, the original chump." Crowley sassed as he turned around to face the angel.

"Was a chump. And now?" Gadreel glared. "I'm going to be the one that leads my kind back to Heaven. I'm going to be a hero. But you, demon, for all your chatter, you will always be a coward. You should be running."

Crowley punched Gadreel in the face and Gadreel swung back, hurling him over the table. Gadreel started to kick him and Sam came to his rescue only to be thrown back over the table himself. Gadreel straddled Sam and started to strangle him.

"Give up, boy." He snarled. "You're not strong enough."

"Take control, Sam!" Crowley exclaimed. "Cast him out!"

"Get out of my—

"You sure you want me to go?" Gadreel sneered. "Maybe I'm the only thing holding you together. I leave, you might die."

Sam grabbed a blunt object a hit Gadreel on the head, grabbing the upper hand. Sam stood and pressed his foot down on Gadreel's neck.

"I said get… the hell… out!" Sam roared.

~/~\~

White angel smoke flew from Sam's body in the warehouse as Dean, Castiel, and Angela dodged the brilliant light. Dean clutched Grace protectively.

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Red smoke flew out of Sam's mouth and into Crowley's body. Sam gasped and regained consciousness. Dean, Angela, and Castiel ran to him.

"Sammy!" Angela breathed out.

"Sam!" Dean exclaimed. "Cas?"

"I'm fine. Thanks for asking." Crowley muttered indignantly.

"Sam, are you okay?" Castiel asked as he removed the needles from Sam's head.

"Cas?" Sam asked groggily.

Headlights flashed in the window and Castiel checked it out as Angela and Dean un-cuffed Sam.

"It's Abaddon," Castiel commented urgently.

"Go," Crowley instructed. "The back door. I'll handle this."

"Oh, 'cause you're such a good guy?" Dean scoffed.

"Right now, I'm the goodest guy you got." Crowley countered.

"Thank you," Angela replied sincerely. "For saving Sam… thank you."

"This don't make us square," Dean added. "I see you again—

"I'm dead. Yes, I know. I love you, too." Crowley replied.

Castiel held Grace while Angela and Dean helped Sam out the back door.

"Pleasure doing business with you, as always," Crowley called out as they left.

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Castiel, Angela, Sam, and Dean were on a long dock in the pouring rain. Sam held Grace in her arms as Castiel healed the wounds from the needles.

"You feel better?" Castiel asked gently.

"A little, yeah." Sam nodded.

"It'll take time to fully heal you," Castiel explained. "We'll have to do it in stages."

Sam nodded in agreement but kept looking unsteadily at Dean and Angela. They approached Sam with reservation while Castiel backed away to a respectful distance.

"Alright," Dean sighed. "Let us hear it."

"What do you want me to say—that I'm pissed?" Sam asked. "Okay. I am. I'm pissed. You two lied to me. Again."

Angela looked up at her husband, tears in her eyes. "If you want to be pissed at anyone… be pissed at me… Dean didn't… I was the one who let Gadreel possess you. I didn't have a choice, Sam."

"I was ready to die, Angela!" Sam snapped emotionally.

"I know." Angela nodded, her voice shaking. "I know. But… I—I wouldn't let you."

"So, what?" Sam scoffed. "You decide to trick me into being possessed by some… psycho angel?"

"He saved your life." Angela's voice cracked with emotion.

"So, what?" Sam shrugged. "I was willing to die. And now… Kevin…"

"No. That is not on you." Angela replied firmly. "I was the one who let Gadreel possess you, Kevin's death is on my hands."

Sam pursed his lips. "I just… I can't, Angela. I need some time."

Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "What… What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you and Dean should go," Sam replied firmly. "I can't… I need some time away from you."

"Sam…" Dean started.

"Just go," Sam demanded.

Angela's bottom lip quivered. "I love you, Sam."

Sam just nodded silently in response. Angela pressed a kiss to Grace's temple before she walked away with Dean.

"You okay, kid?" Dean asked softly once they reached the Impala, knowing the answer.

Angela shook her head as she slid into the passenger's seat. Angela's body shook as she sobbed violently. Dean wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder, pulling her close before he started the car.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry this is going up kinda late. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It's been a little bit since I've gotten to write really angsty scenes between Sam and Angie. And as always, thank you for the recent reviews. Your feedback means the world to me! Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily