Sharp Teeth Part 2
"Still warm," Dean muttered, feeling the deer. "That means it died after we got the call."
Sam and Angela frowned as they put two-and-two together, and they swung around. Angela held Grace protectively while Sam pulled a silver knife from his jeans. Dean kept the knife behind his back as the sheriff trained his gun on them.
"Couldn't just accept that all was good and move on, could you?" the sheriff glared. "You have no idea what you've walked into, do you? No matter. You won't be walking out."
The sheriff quickly drew his weapon, but Dean was faster. He threw the silver knife right into the sheriff's chest and he fell to the ground, dead. The three hunters walked over to the body and Dean removed his knife. Sam noticed a silver bullet on a chain around the sheriff's neck and yanked it off.
"Hey," Sam started. "Look at this."
"Dean and I have seen that before," Angela replied. "Yeah, that is a favorite accessory of the good reverend and his flock."
Sam's brows furrowed when he noticed a word etched into the bullet. "Ragnarok?"
"Yeah, that's, uh, Thor, Loki, Odin stuff, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Sam nodded. "It's Norse mythology's end of days. But why is it etched onto a bullet?"
"Who cares?" Angela huffed. "We got all the answers we need."
"I don't know." Sam shook his head. "I think we need more."
"Of what?" Dean scoffed. "Sheriff Andy Taylor wasn't good enough for you?"
"Enough to kill Garth?" Sam argued. "Come on, guys. Let's do this right."
"Alright, fine." Angela sighed as she handed Grace to Dean. "Clean this up, grab Garth, lock him up until we figure out what's what. I'm gonna check out that church."
Sam fished his keys out of his pocket. "Here, take my car. And, uh, be safe, okay?"
"Thanks, Sam," Angela replied. "You guys stay safe too, okay?"
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Angela pulled up to the quaint white church and got out of the car. She entered the sanctuary and looked around, using her flashlight.
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Sam and Dean walked through the hallway leading to Garth's apartment door. Dean held Grace as Sam took out his lock-pick. The brother walked into the apartment, only to find it absolutely destroyed.
"Garth?" Sam called out.
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Angela snuck into Reverend Jim's office and looked around. She eventually found a large book about Norse mythology. She skimmed the book until she found a chapter about Ragnarok. Angela turned on the desk lamp and shook the computer mouse to wake up the screen. The monitor showed a picture of Garth, Bess, Joy, and Reverend Jim.
"Seriously?" Angela rolled her eyes.
Angela searched 'Ragnarok' on the computer and quickly skimmed the article when her phone started ringing.
"Hey," she greeted. "Did you find them?"
"No," Sam replied. "Place is a wreck. No Garth, no Bess."
Angela's brows furrowed slightly. "What, they were taken?"
"Tell us you got something, kid." Dean sighed heavily.
"Well, this, uh… Ragnarok, end-of-days crap—star of the story is a wolf named Fenris, who kills the God Odin before the world ends." Angela explained.
"Okay," Sam replied. "And that helps us how?"
"There are cults that consider Fenris a wolf deity and worship him," Angela replied. "They call themselves the maw of Fenris."
"A cult of werewolves?" Dean snorted. "What do they want?"
"Well, Ragnarok is not just a Bible story to these nutjobs," Angela sighed. "It's an action plan—human extinction, total and complete werewolf domination."
"And… what? This is the—the ground-zero for their movement?" Sam questioned.
"I guess," Angela muttered. "Well, time for Reverend Jim to go down."
"Yeah." Dean agreed. "Need any help, Angie?"
"No, no, no, I got it," Angela assured. "You guys just, uh, find Garth."
"Alright," Sam replied before the line went dead.
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Angela frowned when she heard a car door shut, and then reverend Jim walked into the church. He walked up the aisle but paused when he smelled Angela.
"It's no use, Angela." Reverend Jim started. "I can hear your heartbeat. You must've done this countless times, yet you still get nervous."
Angela stepped out of the shadows with her gun drawn. "Nothing wrong with a little fear. It's what makes us human."
"Fear is not a purely human instinct." Reverend Jim argued. "Even monsters know fear. I came to work on my sermon."
"Well, why don't you start by preaching to me about the maw of Fenris?" Angela asked, raising her brows. "Yeah, that's right. I know all about you and your pack's little plan."
"I assure you, we are planning nothing." Reverend Jim assured.
"No?" Angela scoffed. "Well, then, why did I read about it in your good book?"
Reverend Jim sighed heavily. "Because generations ago, that hate and misplaced anger was part of our beliefs. But ever since I took over here, I have eradicated it from our congregation."
"Yeah, well, apparently, some of them didn't get the word—like the good sheriff, who just tried to off me and my family." Angela narrowed her eyes.
Reverend Jim's brows furrowed in disbelief. "Sheriff Pat?"
"Let me see your bullet," Angela demanded.
Angela pulled Reverend Jim's silver bullet necklace closer, but when she turned it around, there was nothing etched on it.
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?" Reverend Jim frowned in confusion.
"Ragnarok," Angela replied.
"What?!" Reverend Jim exclaimed.
"It was etched into the sheriff's bullet," Angela explained.
"That's impossible." Reverend Jim shook his head. "The maw is dead."
"Yeah, well, tell that to Garth and your daughter, who are missing." Angela replied.
"No." Reverend Jim breathed.
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The door opened and Russ and Joba dragged in an unconscious Sam and Dean. Grace wailed from the unfamiliar man's arm.
"Sam. Dean." Garth frowned in concern.
"What are you two doing?" Bess called out. "Russ? Joba?!"
Bess noticed Joy walk in with a satisfied smile on her face as she took Grace from Russ.
"Mom?" Bess asked shakily. "What is going on?"
Joy walked over to Bess and slapped her full in the face.
"Hey!" Garth snapped.
"First off," Joy sneered. "I'm not your mother."
"You leave her alone! You hear me?!" Garth yelled. "You want to hurt somebody, you hurt me!"
"Oh, that is so sweet." Joy laughed. "But I am going to hurt her. And him," she pointed to Sam. "And him." She pointed to Dean. "And even this precious little baby. But, I am especially going to hurt you, for bringing these hunters here. I'm gonna hurt all of you."
Garth looked at Bess, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry."
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Angela rushed from the church, her phone pressed to her ear. "Come on, Sam, pick up, dammit!"
She jumped into the car and the tires squealed loudly as she sped off.
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"Please," Garth begged as Joy slapped him again. "Don't do this. Not to Bess. She's your daughter!"
"How many times do I have to say this?" Joy snarled. "Stepdaughter! I'm the last of my bloodline, thanks to you and your kind out there."
Suddenly, Sam and Dean started to regain consciousness.
"They're awake," Russ commented.
"Well, don't you two just look good enough to eat?" Joy smirked as she walked over to them.
"Let go of my daughter." Sam glared up at Joy. "She's innocent."
"She's far from innocent." Joy scoffed. "She's from a family of… hunters."
"Why are you doing this?" Dean questioned. "I mean, us, we can understand, but these people are your family. Your pack."
Joy motioned for Russ and Joba to guard outside. "Last winter, my little brother, Charlie, was killed by a hunter. My husband counseled patience, restraint. Just as when he took over our beloved church, he preached a new direction—lycanthropes and man would co-exist. Peace was more important than dominance." She explained. "I tried so hard to make his way work… to be a preacher's wife. But then… Charlie was murdered. And I couldn't help remembering my daddy's sermons. And, by golly, turns out he was right. As long as there is man, there can be no peace. And I, for one, am sick of it."
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Outside of the barn, Russ smelled someone and walked around the hedge. Angela's jacket was laying on the fence. Russ frowned and turned to pick it up when suddenly, Angela stabbed him in the back.
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"I get it now," Dean noted. "Why co-exist when you can rule?"
"Bingo." Joy smirked as Grace continued to wail. "But my husband doesn't see it that way. See, he was bitten, not born into it, like I was. He still holds on to his humanity. Which is why I am so pleased it will be his claws that start Ragnarok, not mine. You and your family coming here was a blessing from Fenris above. The three of you cornered Garth here, and then when Bess came running in to see what the fuss was about…" she trailed off, gasping. "You killed her."
"No!" Garth cried.
"Here. Silver to the heart." Joy taunted.
Garth growled protectively as he started to turn into a werewolf.
"You're gonna frame their murders on us." Sam realized.
"My husband turned his cheek once." Joy explained. "I don't think he can do it again."
Joy sauntered over to Bess and pointed a gun at her.
"Hey!" Garth yelled. "Get away from her!"
"Killing you gives me no joy," Joy told Bess. "But Ragnarok—it's bigger than all of us."
"You're sick." Bess sobbed.
Joy went to pull the trigger but Sam managed to stretch enough to kick the gun out of her hand. Joy pulled back in fierce anger.
"You're just dying for me to get my claws dirty, aren't you?" she glared at Sam.
Angela managed to slide in through the side door but Joba flew from the hayloft and tackled Angela; sending her flying. As they fought, Angela finally managed to get the upper hand and stabbed Joba. Joy turned to face Angela, slightly impressed.
"Wearing Russ's coat to hide your scent—smart." Joy commented.
"Oh, I'm full of surprises." Angela glared at Joy. "Now, let my daughter go, and I'll make this as painless as possible."
Joy attempted to dive for her gun, but Angela quickly pulled her gun from her waistband. Angela shot Joy in the foot, causing her to crumple to the ground. Angela straddled Joy's waist and grabbed Grace from her.
"I told you to let her go," Angela growled protectively.
Angela held Grace protectively in one arm. She pressed the gun to Joy's chest and shot her.
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Garth, Angela, Sam, and Dean watched as Bess comforted her father. Angela held Grace protectively and bounced her slightly, attempting to get her to go to sleep.
Sam turned his attention to Garth. "Be good. Hear me?"
"I will." Garth assured. "Thanks, Sam."
Sam and Garth hugged and then Sam coldly glanced at Angela and Dean as he walked by them through the door. Angela watched sadly as Sam left, but quickly shook it off when Garth walked up.
"How's he doing?" Angela nodded at Bess and reverend Jim.
"He's taking it pretty hard." Garth replied. "Feels like he should have seen the signs earlier. How's Grace?"
"She's good." Angela nodded, sighing softly. "I'm just trying to get her to go to sleep."
"And, uh, maybe you were right," Dean added. "Reverend Jim… he seems like a good man… considering."
"Yeah. And you guys were right. Everything around here wasn't copacetic." Garth replied sadly. "I screwed up again. First Kevin, now this."
"Hey," Angela stopped him. "Kevin? That's not on you. I should've… I should've protected him."
"Well…" Garth sighed heavily. "I guess there's enough of that blame to go around, then."
Dean and Angela headed for the door, but Garth quickly stopped them.
"Dean, Angie."
"Yeah?" Dean quirked a brow.
"Um… I know this may sound a little crazy, but…" Garth started nervously. "Maybe I could come back and hunt with you. I mean, with my werewolf mojo, we'd have an advantage."
Dean and Angela shared a look before turning their attention back to Garth.
"Yeah, look, Garth—
"No, Angie." Garth interrupted. "I want to make this right. I never should've left you guys, especially Kevin. Kevin was my friend. Friends don't do that."
"Well, hey, you said it—you know, who cares where happiness comes from?" Angela shrugged. "Look, we're all a little weird, we're all a little wacky—some more than others—but… if it works, it works. You have something here. Okay? Don't let that go. Ever."
"Besides," Dean smirked. "Somebody's got to live to tell this damn story someday, and who better than you? Now shut up and come here." Dean opened his arms for a hug.
"Really?" Garth grinned.
Dean rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Hurry up before I change my mind."
Garth hugged Dean tightly and then hugged Angela before they left.
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The Impala pulled into the parking lot of Garth's apartment complex and stopped near Sam's car. There was an uncomfortable silence between the hunters as Sam prepared to get out.
"I'll send you that postcard." Sam said as he opened the door and got out.
"Yeah." Angela forced a small, unconvincing smile.
Sam pulled Grace from her car seat and almost reached his car when Angela finally got the nerve to get out as well.
"Hey." Angela stopped Sam.
Sam turned around, brows furrowed slightly.
"Uh, listen, that night that, uh… You know, we went our separate ways…" Angela started. "I was messed up, a-and Dean was messed up. Kevin was dead, and I… I don't know what I was."
"Okay." Sam nodded.
"Hell, maybe I still don't." Angela continued. "But, uh… I know I took a piece of you in the process, and for that… Somebody changed the playbook, baby. It's like what—what—what's right is wrong and what's wrong is more wrong, and… You're my other half, Sammy. And when we were all together…"
"We split the crappiness." Sam finished her sentence.
"Yeah. So…" Angela trailed off.
Sam pursed his lips. "Okay."
"Okay." Angela's brows raised in surprise.
"But something's broken here, Angela." Sam added.
"I'm not saying that it's not." She replied. "I… I just think maybe we need to put a couple W's on the board and we get past all this."
"I don't think so." Sam shook his head. "No, I-I wish, Angela, but… I don't see things the same way you and Dean do. Not anymore—our roles in this whole thing. Back in that church, talking me out of boarding up Hell? Or—or tricking me into letting Gadreel possess me? You're my wife, Angela, and I can't trust you—not the way I thought I could, not the way I should be able to."
"I know, b-but whatever happened… We are family, okay?" Angela replied, her voice wavering slightly.
"You say that like it's some sort of cure-all, like it can change the fact that everything that has ever gone wrong between us has been because we're family." Sam retorted.
Angela could practically feel her heart break. "So, what—we're not family now?"
"I'm saying, you want to work? Let's work. If you want to be a family…" Sam trailed off, pursing his lips. "Those are my terms."
"Understood." She whispered as she took Grace from Sam.
Sam slid into the front seat of the Impala as Angela buckled Grace into her car seat. Angela sat in the back and quickly wiped away the oncoming tears. Dean looked between the couple, a deep frown on his face.
A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter :) Also, I finished writing The Purge Part 2 last night, and I'm so excited for you guys to read it. A little teaser: Dean really lays into Sam ;) And thank you for the recent reviews! Your feedback is so, so important to me. Love you guys, xoxo :)
~Emily