The Purge Part 2

Dean was in the kitchen leaning against a counter and typing on his phone. Alonso was buttering some kale on a tray but looked up to see Dean slacking. Alonso threw a towel at him, causing Dean to jerk upright.

"Flojo. You got time to lean, you got time to clean, huh?" Alonso raised his brows.

"I'm starving," Dean grumbled, clearly annoyed as he started wiping the counter. "What do we get to eat?"

"Same as the clients," Alonso answered.

Dean's brows furrowed. "They expect us to eat this rabbit food?"

"It's not rabbit food." Alonso rolled his eyes. "It's superfood."

"I'm not eating it," Dean mumbled stubbornly.

Alonso sighed heavily and set a bowl of orange-colored pudding next to Dean. "At Canyon Valley, we're supposed to lead by example."

"This is leading by example?" Dean quirked a brow.

"It's not for us, stupido." Alonso scoffed. "It's for the clients. They're allowed to have pudding on their spa day. It's like a—a last hurrah before the real work starts. Get to work." He explained before walking off.

Dean sighed and started to fill the bowls with pudding. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching and then took a small mouthful of pudding.

"Mm." he hummed. "What do you know? Looks like it's my 'spa day,' too."

Dean chuckled lightly and slipped a bowl of pudding into his apron.

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Sam and Angela stood in front of the people in their yoga class.

"Okay, good job, guys." Sam praised. "Go to, uh, Downward dog." He grunted as he showed them. "Hold for five minutes."

"Five minutes?" one of the students frowned. "It's usually 30 seconds."

"Right. Yes, 30 seconds. That's what he meant." Angela replied. "Okay, uh, we'll just come around, make sure everybody's form is okay…"

As everyone's shirts rode up because of the upside-down position, Sam and Angela noticed that they all had suction marks on their backs. Sam and Angela exchanged a look.

"Make sure you're, uh, keeping your cores tight," Sam explained. "And, uh, your—good job. Great."

"Straighten that back out," Angela instructed one of the students.

~/~\~

Dean hid away in some small pantry to eat his contraband pudding, looking very pleased with himself.

"Mmm. Mm." he hummed contentedly.

Dean attempted to stand up when he finished, and he suddenly turned pale and swayed sideways. He then completely lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were greeting everyone as they left the yoga class.

"Good job, everyone!" Angela praised with a smile on her face.

"Good job! Good work, guys! See you all soon." Sam smiled.

Larry walked down the hallway toward Sam and Angela wheeling a pretty loopy Donna in a wheelchair.

"How was class?" Larry asked curiously.

"It was, uh… great." Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"Agent Frehley? Agent Simmons?" Donna asked. "What are you doing here?"

Larry looked at Sam and Angela, clearly confused. "Agent Frehley? Agent Simmons?"

"Uh, I-I-I don't know." Angela shrugged. "She must be pretty out of it, huh?"

Suddenly, Sam's cell phone started to ring loudly.

"Oh, excuse us." Sam grabbed Angela's hand as he took out his phone. "Sorry. I got to get this. Have a good one."

Sam dragged Angela away and put the phone on speaker, letting go of Angela's hand.

"Yeah?" Sam answered.

"Sammy." Dean slurred.

"Dean?" Sam frowned. "What's wrong with you."

"I need your help," Dean mumbled groggily.

"Where are you?" Angela questioned. "Dean?!"

"Sweet potatoes!" Dean replied. "Sw…"

~/~\~

Sam and Angela ran through the back hallways of the resort looking for Dean.

"Dean? Dean!" Angela called out.

"Dean?" Sam began to panic. "Dean?!"

"Sammy. Angie." Dean replied from behind a door.

Sam and Angela burst through the door and saw Dean still halfway out on the floor.

"Dean! Hey! Hey! Wake up!" Sam slapped his brother's shoulders.

"What took you guys so long?" Dean groaned.

"What the hell happened?!" Angela questioned.

"I was drugged," Dean replied.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Dru—what?"

"Pudding," Dean mumbled. "It was supposed to be for the clients, but I couldn't resist."

Angela picked up the bowl and smelled it. "What, salted caramel?"

"Yeah, Angie," Dean smirked, still groggy. "The best of both worlds—salty and sweet."

"Right," Sam muttered. "Uh… Alright, you stay here. Angie, look after him."

"No, no," Dean mumbled. "I'm gonna come with you." He tried to get up and follow Sam, quickly falling back to the floor. "Go ahead, man. I'll catch up!"

~/~\~

Sam rushed into the kitchen, glaring at the chef.

"Hey. Did you make the pudding?" he questioned.

"Depends." The chef replied.

"On what?" Sam frowned.

"Whether you liked it or not." The chef chuckled.

Sam angrily slammed the man up against a fridge. "What's in it?!"

The chef stared up at Sam with wide eyes. "Relax, Jack Lalanne. It's low-cal. Nonfat milk, sea salt—

"No, no. Not the ingredients." Sam glared. "The something extra."

"Chill, man." The chef replied shakily. "Supplements, okay?"

~/~\~

Back in the pantry, Dean was sitting up, looking like he had a monster headache.

"What kind of supplements?" he asked.

"Here," Angela handed Dean an energy drink.

"To boost metabolism, per Larry and Maritza," Sam explained.

Dean looked inside the supplement bottle. "These aren't 'supplements,' they're roofies."

Sam's brows furrowed. "What? How do you know what roofies look like?"

"How do you not know, Sam?" Angela countered. "Do you want to end up in a hotel bathtub with your kidney carved out?"

"Did you guys find anything out in the yoga?" Dean groaned.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Yeah. 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.' Every single person in class had one of those freaky-ass suction marks."

"What the hell's goin' on here?" Dean muttered.

~/~\~

The three hunters now sat talking to Donna in her room. She sat across from them wearing a fluffy white bathrobe.

"You know," she started. "I didn't mean to bail on you guys, but I've been waiting over six months to get into Canyon Valley. And let me tell ya, it was worth it. I already lost 10 pounds!"

Sam's brows shot up. "In—in one day?"

"No offense, Sheriff—'cause you look great—um, but aren't you the least bit curious as to how you dropped 10 in a day?" Dean asked, quirking a brow.

"Well, to tell you the truth, agent, I don't really give a flyin' fudge." Donna chuckled. "My husband, Doug, left me last year 'cause he said I loved cookie-dough milkshakes more than him."

"What a douche bag," Angela replied.

"Sorry to hear that," Sam added sincerely.

"Yeah, Doug's a dick. You deserve better." Dean agreed.

"Thanks. But he was right. That was a dark time for me. Whoever said you eat your pain? Not me. I guzzled it." Donna laughed sadly. "Anyhoo… I guess I just wanted to feel pretty again. And Canyon Valley did that. Only question is… What are you doing here?"

"We're, uh, uh… We're undercover." Dean replied quietly.

"Yeah. Sort of got that." Donna smiled.

"We think that there's a connection between Canyon Valley and the murders in town," Angela added.

"What kind of connection?" Donna tilted her head curiously.

"Suction marks," Sam answered.

"You mean like this?" Donna lifted her shirt in the back to reveal a large suction mark.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Where did that come from?"

"My spa treatment. Cupping." She explained.

"Cupping?" Dean raised his brows.

"Yeah. You know, I thought it was gonna hurt, but honestly, I snoozed through the whole thing." Donna explained. "By the time I woke up, I was down two dress sizes."

"Before the cupping, did you eat any pudding?" Dean questioned.

"Darn tootin'." Donna laughed. "Licked the bowl clean."

"Donna, do you remember who did this treatment?" Angela asked.

"Oh, yah. You betcha." Donna nodded.

~/~\~

Maritza started taking containers filled with fat out of the fridge and started dumping them into the trash. She looked down at the container in her hands, tempted to eat from it, but startled when she heard a sound behind her. Dean and Angela stood there with their guns drawn.

"Okay, I'm no health nut, but that is just wrong." Dean cringed.

Dean and Angela expertly tied Maritza to chair, making sure that she couldn't escape.

"Alright, talk," Angela demanded.

"This isn't what you think. I'm not a killer." She stressed.

"Well, then, what are you?" Angela questioned.

"I'm a Pishtaco," Maritza replied.

Dean frowned, highly confused. "A fish taco?"

"A Pishtaco." She corrected. "It means 'Peruvian fat sucker.'"

"Never heard of it," Dean replied. "So, what, you're like vamps with a sweet tooth for cellulite?"

"Vampires kill. We're just… Parasites." Maritza corrected.

Dean scoffed. "Oh, well, in that case—

"Look, I would never hurt anybody!" Maritza cried. "Okay, this—this is why Larry and I started Canyon Valley. We could help people lose weight, and I could feed. It was a win-win."

"Yeah, except for the two you dysoned to death." Angela retorted.

"That wasn't me," Maritza assured.

"Well, then who was it?" Angela quirked a brow.

"Alonso." She answered.

Dean frowned. "The dude from the cafeteria?"

"He's my brother." Maritza sighed.

~/~\~

Sam walked by the kitchen and head a man scream loudly. He ran in to find Larry dead on the floor with his neck bleeding out into a drain.

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"I brought Alonso here from Peru to show him a better way, a more civilized way," Maritza explained. "One where we weren't monsters. That the secret to coexisting with humans was just… eating enough to get by."

"Let me guess," Sam scoffed. "Alonso wasn't a big fan of portion control, was he?"

"No." Maritza shook her head, tears in her eyes. "During a routine treatment, he almost killed a client. He sucked out too much fat. I demoted him to kitchen duty—no human contact, just fat from a jar. But he said the more I deprived him, the hungrier he got." She started to sob. "And now three people are dead. My husband…"

"Where's Alonso right now?" Angela questioned.

"The—the basement? That's—that's where he spends most of his time now." Maritza sniffled.

Sam sighed and looked to Dean and Angela. "What about her?"

"Well, till we figure out which side she's on, she stays put," Dean replied.

"I am on your side," Maritza stressed.

"Okay." Angela nodded. "Then how do we kill him?"

~/~\~

Angela, Sam, and Dean searched the basement in the dark by the light of their flashlights. They silently nodded to each other to split up to cover more ground. Dean and Angela found Alonso's hideout with all his empty fat jars. Sam ran across the murdered chef. He looked into a wardrobe, but it fell from the wall, trapping Sam underneath it. Alonso was on top of it, grinning evilly.

"You have no chance." Alonso chuckled. "The fat makes us stronger."

"Your sister didn't mention that when she ratted you out," Sam grunted.

"You're lying!" Alonso growled angrily.

"I guess after you killed her husband… you were too monstrous, even for her." Sam replied.

Sam and Alonso started fighting in the dark by the dim light of Sam's flashlight. Alonso finally got Sam pinned down with his knees and was about to suck his neck when Angela arrived and killed Alonso. Alonso screamed in pain and fell dead next to Sam.

~/~\~

As the coroner's gurney rolled by, Sam, Angela, Dean, Donna, and a police officer stood in the entryway.

"We'll let you know if we need any other information." The officer told the hunters. "Thanks for everything. Appreciate it."

As the Winchesters walked away, Sam and Angela noticed Maritza sitting alone in a cove off the hallway. They walked over to her.

"Hey." Angela greeted softly.

"What did you tell the sheriff?" Maritza asked, wiping her tears away.

"The usual—psycho killer on the loose. They, uh… usually, buy it." Sam explained.

"I lost my whole family today," Maritza said quietly.

"We're so sorry," Angela replied sincerely. "I…"

"Can I steal you guys for a sec?" Dean interrupted.

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked out into the hallway so that Maritza couldn't hear them.

"Once this place clears out, we're gonna make this a family affair." Dean nodded in Maritza's direction.

"Wait, Dean." Sam frowned. "We're not gonna kill Maritza."

"She's a monster," Dean argued.

"Yeah, who saved our asses." Angela countered.

Dean huffed, seeing that it was clearly two against one. "So, one-way ticket to Peru?"

~/~\~

Dean and Angela sat in the bunker's kitchen, having just gotten back from picking Grace up from Jody's. Sam appeared in the doorway.

"I'm hitting it," Sam commented.

"Yeah. Hey." Angela set Grace in her high chair and walked over to Sam.

"Yeah?" Sam raised his brows.

"About what you said the other day…" she sighed heavily.

"I thought it didn't bother you." Sam scoffed lightly.

"You know, Sam, we saved your hide back there. And we saved your hide at that church." Angela replied softly. "And the hospital. Now, I didn't think things all the way through. Okay? And I'd do it all again."

"And that… is the problem, Angela. You've convinced yourself that you're doing more good than bad… but you're not." Sam retorted. "I mean, Kevin's dead. Crowley's in the wind. We're no closer to beating this angel thing. Please tell me, what is the upside of me being alive?"

"Are you kidding me?" Angela asked, shocked. "Grace having her father. You, me, and Dean—fighting the good fight."

Sam huffed in frustration, almost left, but then decided to explain. "Okay. Just once, be honest with me. You didn't save me for me. You did it for you."

"What are you talking about?" Angela's brows furrowed. "I did it for our family, Sam. I did it so Grace could know her father."

"I was ready to die. I was ready." Sam argued. "I should have died, but you… you couldn't let go, and that's what this all boils down to."

"Alright." Angela pursed her lips.

"I'll give you this much." Sam continued. "You are certainly willing to do the sacrificing as long as you're not the one being hurt."

Dean frowned deeply. "Sam—

"Alright, you want to be honest?" Angela narrowed her eyes at her husband. "If the situation were reversed and I was dying, you'd do the same thing."

"No, Angela. I wouldn't." Sam replied softly, looking up to meet her shocked eyes. "Same circumstances… I wouldn't."

Angela stood there in stunned silence for a few moments. She felt like she had just been slapped in the face. Sam stared down at the table silently.

"Angie…" Dean started.

Angela cleared her throat and picked Grace up. "I'm putting Gracie to bed. Goodnight, Dean."

Dean waited for Angela to leave before glaring at Sam. "You know, for someone who went to Stanford, you're pretty stupid."

"Excuse me?" Sam asked, clearly offended.

"You heard me." Dean snapped. "Angie has stood by your side through everything. Any other sane person would have turned the other way and ran."

"Dean—

"Shut up. I'm not done." Dean cut him off firmly. "She took you back after you cheated on her with Ruby. She stood by your decision to let Lucifer possess you even though it killed her inside. You slept with god knows how many women when you were soulless. You almost beat her to death when you were soulless, and she forgave you and assured you that it wasn't your fault." He ranted. "So, for you to say that you would just let her die… I should deck you in the face on principle. Now, I'm going to make sure that she doesn't pack up and leave."

Dean stood up, but before he could walk through the doorway, Sam stopped him.

"You… you think she'd leave?" Sam asked, brows furrowed.

Dean scoffed audibly. "I don't know. Probably not, that's not the kind of person she is. But, if she was thinking of leaving, I wouldn't blame her."

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love protective-big-brother Dean :) As always, thank you for your recent reviews, your feedback means the world to me. Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily