Captives Part 2

"Okay, there are three storage facilities nearby." Sam started as Dean drove. "The closest one is about a mile up the road. Oh, and I, uh—I dug up some stuff on Candy." He added. "Turns out she was the kept woman of a powerful Congressman. Gossip blog said he worshipped the ground she walked on, literally. He, uh—had a foot fetish."

"So, Crowley was holding the beloved tootsies of a powerful politician?" Dean asked.

"And the beloved mother of a powerful Prophet," Angela added.

"Human leverage," Dean muttered. "But why kill Candy?"

"Well, you heard her." Sam reminded. "Uh, she tried to make a break for it. Maybe Crowley wanted to make an example."

"No. No." Angela shook her head. "The guy left in charge. Crowley wanted the victims alive."

Sam scoffed. "So, what, you want to give him a medal? I mean, Crowley's the one who put them in the cells in the first place."

"Yeah, I know," Angela replied. "I'm just talking it out. You know, working the case. Businesslike."

Sam just grunted and rolled his eyes.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked into the storage facility. Angela held Grace, who was slightly restless.

"Let me guess—5'5", pasty white, black-rimmed hipster glasses just like the last place." Dean guessed.

Dean rang the bell and a guy exactly matching Dean's description popped up to help them.

"Nailed it," Dean muttered smugly.

"Can I help you?" Del asked.

"Yeah, hi." Dean greeted. "Agents Nicks, McVie, and Finn. Need to take a look at your, uh, rental records."

"Uh, my manager's not here," Del replied nervously. "I really don't think I should—

"Hey!" Dean snapped. "The records, pal."

"Yeah." Del nodded quickly. "Barry! Bring out the rental binder!"

Barry walked out holding a large binder in his hands and passed it to Dean.

"There you go, sir." Del smiled.

As Dean thumbed through the binder, Sam and Angela walked over to a map of the storage facility on the wall.

"Hey," Angela started. "Okay, check it out. Corridor 'Q.' Three adjacent units separate from the others. I mean, Candy said there were three hostages, right?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Okay. It's all leased by the same guy—a D. Webster."

"D. Webster?" Sam raised his brows. "Wait. As in, like, Daniel Webster?"

"Well, I know a lame Crowley in-joke when I see one," Dean muttered.

"You guys say 'D. Webster'?" Del cut in suddenly.

"Yeah," Angela replied. "Yeah, you—you seen him?"

"Uh, no, just… I know his name from the records." Del replied. "He's leasing another unit on the other side of the facility. I could show you."

"Yeah. That'd be great." Angela replied before turning to Sam and Dean. "Alright, why don't you guys take corridor 'Q'? I'll go with, uh, Del."

Sam nodded and took Grace from Angela, adjusting her in his arms.

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Angela and Del walked into another storage unit and Angela slowly walked through it. She picked up a scythe and looked it over.

"Hmm." She hummed.

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Sam and Dean walked down Corridor 'Q'. Sam handed Grace to Dean and started to pick the lock on the last unit. As the door opened, Ms. Tran shrunk away in fright. Sam rushed to her.

"Ms. Tran! Ms. Tran! Hey! Hey!" he tried to calm her down. "Hey, it's me. It's Sam. It's Sam."

"Sam?" Ms. Tran asked. She looked over his shoulder to see Dean. "Dean?"

"Oh, my gosh," Sam muttered.

"Sam? We have to get out of here before it comes back." Ms. Tran stressed. "Is Kevin with you?"

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Angela was still roaming the storage unit while Del watched Sam, Dean, and Ms. Tran on his phone through their unit's security camera. He locked the door from the phone, trapping them inside.

"Are you sure this is the one leased by Webster?" Angela raised her brows skeptically.

"Yeah, this is it." Del nodded.

Angela frowned when she saw a box that read 'Bob Gunderson.' "This isn't Crowley's unit."

Suddenly, Del pulled a knife from his belt and knocked Angela unconscious from behind.

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Sam removed Ms. Tran's shackles with his Swiss army knife. "Here we go. Alright."

"Oh." Ms. Tran rubbed her wrists. "There's a—there's an electrical line, leads to the control panel."

Sam popped off the cover and a mess of wires fell out. "Okay, this might take a while."

Ms. Tran grabbed the Swiss army knife from Sam and started to work on the wires. "We have to unplug the ground wire first. If this is standard U.S. color coding, it should be the green one."

"Okay." Sam and Dean replied simultaneously.

"Helping Kevin with his engineering-club assignments, I picked up a thing or two." Ms. Tran explained. "I'm sure he insisted, but I trust you weren't foolish enough to bring Kevin along for this mission. That you left him someplace safe?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a sad look.

"Of course, Ms. Tran." Dean replied quietly.

"Good." Ms. Tran nodded. "Now all we have to do is get this door open, get the hell out of here, and you will bring me to my son."

Sam gently took Ms. Tran's hand in his. "Listen. Ms. Tran."

Ms. Tran looked up at Sam and her face completely shattered. He didn't even have to say anything before she broke down crying. She quickly steeled herself and went back to the wires.

"You will take me to my son." She repeated. "Flashlight. Flashlight!"

~/~\~

Angela started to regain consciousness and woke up to see Barry bleeding from his slashed through into a bowl.

"'Trust me,' he says. 'You definitely want to be a part of this—'a chance to get in on the ground floor of my operation, 'a real learning experience. Consider it a stepping stone, my lad—like an internship.'" Del muttered to himself. "Should've known. Internships suck."

Angela painfully sat up slightly. "So, you're the one. You're the one who Crowley left in charge."

"Yeah. What a privilege." Del scoffed. "Feeding the apes, hosing the floors, washing out the honey buckets, and for zero credit. The boss, M.I.A."

As Del spoke, Angela slowly moved her right leg up, Ruby's knife hidden in her boot. Angela pulled at her bonds trying to get her hands free.

"Too important to show for work, to even return my calls." Del continued. "And you know the worst part? I wasn't even allowed to kill anyone! I was told to protect them. I mean, how sick is that? Am I not a young, vital demon with basic demon needs and rights? And when I call Crowley to inform him that I've single-handedly caught the Winchesters, if he even answers my call, think I'll get a thank you? Ha!"

"Yeah, you're right, kid." Angela agreed. "He won't give you credit. If anything, he'll be pissed."

Del's face fell immediately. "What?"

"Well, me and Crowley, we're—we're tight now," Angela explained. "Thick as thieves. Saw him just last month. We, uh, had a grand ol' time."

"So, that's where he's been." Deal shook his head in disbelief. "Out partying with humans, with hunters?! While I languish here in this go-nowhere, no-kill joke of a job."

"Partying is a bit of an exaggeration," Angela muttered.

"This job blows!" Del ripped off his nametag angrily. "I quit."

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Del straddled Angela on the floor and held a knife to her throat.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've done this?" Del asked quietly. "I thank you for reminding me what I truly am."

Del dug the knife into Angela's throat right below her ear and dragged it an inch or two. Blood started to seep out of the gash. Del raised the knife and went to stab Angela in the heart, but at the second, Sam burst through the door and rushed for Del. Angela kicked Del away and Sam knocked him against a shelf.

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Angela held Grace in her arms as Dean inspected the wound on her neck.

"You good, kid?" he asked quietly.

"I'll be fine," Angela assured, giving Dean a soft smile.

Del was on his knees, looking up at Sam. "Do it. Kill me."

"No," Sam held up Ruby's knife. "We're saving you for someone else."

"Crowley." Del guessed.

"Much worse." Sam retorted.

Sam held the knife out and Ms. Tran sauntered in.

"Do the honors, Ms. Tran," Dean instructed.

"With pleasure." Ms. Tran practically growled.

Del stared up at her with wide eyes. "Hey, lady. I swear. I was just following ord—

Ms. Tran stabbed Del in the heart, effectively shutting him up. She turned to look at the Winchesters. "Take me to my son."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked through the main room of the bunker.

"Kevin? You here?" Dean called out. "Kev?"

"Well?" Kevin asked once he appeared.

"We got her," Angela replied as she adjusted Grace in her arm. "She's alive. She's here, hon. But we wanted to give you a moment to… You know, process."

"Oh." Kevin nodded. "I, uh… Does she know?"

"Kevin?" Ms. Tran's voice cracked as she walked up behind him. "Hello, son."

Kevin turned around and smiled gently. "Hey, Mom."

"Oh," Ms. Tran started to cry.

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Ms. Tran and Dean stood at one of the tables, going through Kevin's belongings.

"So, this is, uh—this is all of it," Dean commented. "You know, hunter's tools—notebooks, papers, pencils, P.S.A.T. results. Perfect score. Way to go, kid."

Ms. Tran took a gold ring out of a box. "This." She whispered. "This is it. His father's. Mr. Tran died when Kevin was a baby. It's the only piece of his father Kevin ever had. If Kevin's s-spirit is bound to some object here… This is it."

"Listen, Ms. Tran," Dean sighed heavily. "There's a lot that we don't know about this Heaven situation. There are risks to taking Kevin home with you. Now, spirits, the longer that they're in the veil, they have a way of… Well, it doesn't end up well."

"He's my son." Ms. Tran replied firmly. "It's my job to keep him safe for as long as I can."

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Kevin stood at the foot of the stairs in front of the Winchesters.

"She was held and tortured for a year because of me," Kevin whispered. "Now that I found her, I'm not letting her out of my sight. She's my responsibility."

"And you were ours. And we failed you." Sam replied sadly. "I—

"Sam," Kevin cut him off. "I know that wasn't you. Go put a blade in that asshat who possessed you and we'll call it square."

Sam just nodded gratefully in response.

"Guys. Thank you." Kevin added sincerely.

"You can thank us when we get you to Heaven where you belong," Dean replied. "Okay, until then, enjoy your time with your mom. The, uh, uninterrupted, 24/7, no-escape quality time."

"Dick." Kevin smiled widely. "Hey, before I go… Will you guys promise me something?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"Of course, hon," Angela replied.

"Anything," Sam added.

"Can you three… Get over it?" Kevin asked. "Just 'cause you couldn't see me doesn't mean I couldn't see you. The drama, the fighting… It's stupid. My mom's taking home a ghost. You guys… You're all still here."

"Of course. Promise." Sam replied quietly.

"Yeah." Dean nodded.

"Of course, hon." Angela murmured.

"Good." Kevin nodded.

Kevin and Ms. Tran walked up the stairs and out the front door.

"Well, that was…" Angela started as she turned around, but Sam was already halfway out of the room. "Yeah, okay." She muttered, running a hand over her face.

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I watched last night's Supernatural episode, and it really had me in my feelings tbh. Love you guys, xoxo! :)

~Emily