Mother's Little Helper Part 2
Crowley sat across from Angela in the diner booth. Angela held Grace on her lap, bottle-feeding her.
"What do you want, Crowley?" Angela huffed.
"You tell me, Bambi." Crowley retorted. "You rang. Let me guess—you butt-dialed me?"
"Whatever the hell that is." She rolled her eyes. "Either way, we done here?"
"Actually, long as I'm here, last time we chitchatted, we agreed that you were gonna line up Carrot Top." Crowley reminded.
"Yeah, well… I'm on it." Angela muttered.
"Unless Abaddon likes greasy diner food, I doubt she's here." Crowley scoffed lightly.
"Go to hell." Angela narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, if only," Crowley replied. "What's going on with you, huh? You call me, you hang up. You want Abaddon, you don't want Abaddon. You want the blade, you don't want the blade. If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were stalling." He added. "Just between us girls, how did you feel when you sunk the First Blade into Magnus's head?"
Angela glared at Crowley. "Not half as good as I'm gonna feel when it's yours."
"Love it when you talk dirty," Crowley smirked. "You know what I think? I think you felt powerful… Virile… And afraid."
"Afraid?" Angela scoffed.
"Don't scam a scam artist, darling. You're stalling 'cause you're scared."
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"They gave false names, but later I learned that the man's name was Henry," Julia explained.
"Henry Winchester?" Dean questioned.
"Never got a last name." she shook her head.
"Okay, um, and the woman?" Sam asked.
"Josie," Julia answered. "Did you two know them?"
"Yes, uh… Sort of." Sam admitted. "It's complicated."
"I'm an ex-nun, sweetie." Julia chuckled. "Complicated is my middle name."
"What were they here to investigate?" Dean asked curiously.
"Sister Mary Catherine," Julia answered. "She killed two people before jumping from the bell tower. So, I took them to see Mother Superior and sister Agnes, who I later learned were Knights of Hell."
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"Knights of Hell? What were they doing there?" Sam questioned.
"I'm not sure of anything I saw that night. We couldn't leave our room after 10:00. Mother Superior forbade it." Julia explained. "I woke up in a dark place, tied to a chair. There were others. They were taken. I was so scared. I prayed and prayed, but God didn't answer my prayers. Henry and Josie did."
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"Abaddon," Dean muttered. "Did you ever see exactly what she was doing down there?"
"No," Julia shook her head. "But whatever it was she was doing at St. Bonaventure, it seems to be happening again."
"The convent's name was St. Bonaventure?" Sam raised his brows.
"Yes." She nodded.
"Where is it?" Sam asked urgently."
"On the outskirts of town. It's been closed for years." She explained.
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Crowley waved a waitress over, turning his attention to Angela. "I love this. I really do. Couple of drinks, nice music…"
"Shut up, Crowley." Angela rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, you said that already," Crowley replied. "Look, I merely suggested you might be a bit scared."
"Yeah. No, I heard you the first time." Angela replied as Grace started to get restless. "You still don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"I know that Cain gave you his mark for a reason." Crowley retorted. "And I know that rather than embracing it, rather than looking at it as the gift it is, you're sulking like you lost your knuffle bunny. Why are you fighting what you really are?"
"I'm a hunter." Angela glared.
"Who's a chip off the old Mark of Cain." Crowley scoffed.
"No." she replied firmly. "When I kill, I kill for a reason. I'm nothing like Cain."
Crowley looked at Angela like she was crazy. "Nothing like—who are you talking to? I know you're not talking to me."
"Eat me." Angela snapped.
"I saw you. I saw the two of you together." Crowley reminded. "Nothing like Cain? What's in that drink? Delusion? I'm really starting to worry about you, Angela."
"Yeah, well, why don't you worry about yourself?" Angela retorted.
"I will," Crowley assured. "Because like it or not, we're in this together. Your problems, my problems… Our problems."
Crowley got up and started walking towards the back.
"Where are you going now?" Angela demanded.
"I'm going to go water the lily. Care to help?" Crowley sassed, earning an eye roll from Angela. "So serious, Bambi."
Angela put Grace back in the highchair before gripping her right forearm where the mark was. After a few moments, she noticed a guy at a nearby table holding a rosary. The man removed a knife from his belt and followed after Crowley.
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Before Jake could get to the bathroom, Angela stopped him, adjusting Grace in her arm.
"Whoa! Whoa! Easy. I know what you're thinking." She told him.
"I'm thinking I'd like to take a leak, so move." Jake retorted.
"I'm Angela Winchester." She introduced. "And I know a hunter when I see one. You don't want to do what you're about to do."
"And why's that?" Jake tilted his head.
"Because you're packing a knife to a demon fight, and you don't stand a chance." She explained.
"Then I'll go down swinging." Jake shrugged.
"Hey, hey, hey." She stopped him. "Listen to me. Any other day, I'd be right there with you. I would, okay? But you got to trust me on this."
"Or you could come with." Jake challenged.
"You ever taken on a demon before?" Angela raised her brows. "Yeah. Well, trust me when I say that when he's done with you, he's gonna go after your family. He's gonna go after your friends. Hell, he'll go after your prom date. So, if you want to do that, if you want to damn anyone and everyone you've ever loved in the slightest chance that you could win, then by all means, pal. You go right ahead."
Jake paused for a moment. "I got a kid sister. She don't deserve that."
"What's your name, hon?" Angela asked gently.
"Jake."
"Good to meet you, Jake." She smiled softly.
"Thanks." Jake nodded.
"I'll see you around, hon."
Jake nodded and left. Angela banged on the bathroom door with her free hand.
"Come on! We got to go!" she snapped.
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The Impala pulled up to the ruins of the St. Bonaventure convent. Dean cut off the engine.
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Outside of the diner, Angela waited for Crowley with Grace in her arms. Crowley sauntered out the front door.
"Demons don't take leaks," Angela noted. "Next time you want to shoot up, why don't you find a better excuse?"
"Guilty as charged." Crowley shrugged.
"What happened?" Angela asked as Grace played with her hair. "I thought you were cleaning up your act."
"Well, I was going to, but then after very little soul-searching, I decided to embrace my addiction," Crowley explained. "What about you? Takes a junkie to know a junkie. You just want to touch that precious, don't you?"
"I want to kill Abaddon." Angela corrected. "That's what I want. So, whatever happens with the blade, I can't worry about that."
"Sure." Crowley nodded. "Whatever you got to tell yourself so you can sleep better at night."
"Look, what I want, what I fear, none of that means anything," Angela replied. "Because this is the one chance that we have to kill Abaddon. So, I'm all in, no matter what the consequences."
"So, the plan remains the same?" Crowley raised his brows.
"I find her, you bring the blade." Angela nodded.
"It's a date," Crowley smirked.
Angela walked off down the street with her back to Crowley.
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Sam and Dean searched the grounds of St. Bonaventure. Sam opened a door into a hallway, and they searched along it. He pointed out a stairwell to Dean and they walked down. There, on a shelf, were five bottles full of brilliant blue light. Before Sam could pick one up, he and Dean were thrown back into a pile of boxes by sister Agnes.
"Souls are a very precious and fragile thing." Sister Agnes started. "Break one of those, and them little buggers fly right back home. We can't have that, now can we?"
"So, after all these years, you're still doing Abaddon's dirty work, huh, Agnes?" Sam gasped in pain.
"Would you believe it's gotten even dirtier?" Sister Agnes smirked devilishly. "Used to be folks believed in the church. Heck, the way they would come strolling in here, looking for God. It was like fish in a barrel, really. But times change." She explained. "You can blame your perverts for that. Now I'm riding shotgun in some smelly van with a handyman and tricking any half-wit I can lay my hands on. But it's worth it."
"Because… Stealing souls is so noble." Sam scoffed.
"Stealing souls is winning!" Sister Agnes yelled.
"Winning what?" Dean demanded.
"Hell's crown, nimrod." Sister Agnes replied obviously. "You think Abaddon is just gonna sit there while those pantywaisted demons refuse to pick a side?! And so she made a plan—if you can't convince 'em, make 'em."
"She's turning souls into demons?" Sam frowned.
"Hmm." She hummed. "A demon army, unbeatable, loyal only to her."
"Well, uh… At this rate… Should only take a couple million years." Dean sassed. "Have fun with that."
"You think I'm the only one doing this?" Sister Agnes laughed. "We have factories spread throughout. Worry not, though. Victory is nigh. And we'd like you two to be on our team. Recruitment is easy. I just have to rip your souls out of your bodies."
Sam glared up at sister Agnes. "Regna terrae, cantate deo—
Sister Agnes rushed to Sam and started to choke him with her hands. He gasped to a stop. Dean fished his phone out of his pocket and started to play a recorded exorcism. He threw it from them onto the floor.
Sister Agnes fell to the floor and crawled toward the phone, trying to get there before the exorcism was complete. She managed to get there and smashed the phone to bits. But before she could recover, Sam stabbed her with the demon knife. Sam and Dean moved to gently release all the souls from the glass jars.
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Sam, Dean, and Julia walked back to her car in front of the police station.
"You know, um, can I ask you something?" Sam asked.
"If it's for a date, I'm sorry." She apologized. "I never see anyone under 65. Too much drama." She added, earning a chuckle from the boys. "Spit it out."
"After witnessing what you did, why didn't you warn Henry about Abaddon?" Sam asked curiously.
"I became a nun because I wanted to help people," Julia replied softly. "Make a difference. But they never prepare you. They never tell you how to act in the face of true evil. Soon after, I left the order."
"Why?" Dean frowned.
"Because I was ashamed," Julia admitted. "I had betrayed out flock, God, myself. It was and still is my greatest shame."
"Well, what you shared with us saved lives," Sam replied sincerely. "And we couldn't have done that without you. Take care."
"You too." Julia smiled a small smile.
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Angela sat at the table in the bunker while Grace played on her activity mat. Sam and Dean walked into the room, causing Grace to look up with wide eyes.
"Dada!" she squealed happily.
"Hey, baby girl." Sam greeted as he picked her up. "Still plugging away?" he asked Angela.
"Like a dog with a bone." She replied. "You?"
Sam grabbed some files from Angela's table with his free hand and went to sit at the other table.
"You were right," Sam admitted.
"About what?" Angela asked as Dean sat across from her.
"Finding Abaddon ASAP. She's mining souls." Sam replied.
"Why?" Angela's brows furrowed in concern.
"To create an army," Dean replied grimly.
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm really starting to love the dynamic between Crowley and Angie tbh. Also, Supernatural got renewed for a 15th season which is so exciting! As always, thank you for the reviews, your feedback is so important. Love you guys, xoxo :)
~Emily