Alex Annie Alexis Ann Part 2

The Impala pulled up to the cabin in the daylight and the Winchesters jumped out greatly concerned about the groggy Jody who was laying on the ground.

"Jody?" Dean and Angela called out.

"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked concernedly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean helped Jody up.

"Where's Alex?" she asked, brows furrowed.

"You tell us," Sam replied. "Where's Gracie?"

"They came and I tried to stop them," Jody explained. "I found an old playpen and kept Gracie in my room."

Sam nodded and disappeared into the cabin, quickly grabbing Grace. He walked back out with her in his arms, making sure that she was okay.

"And you got knocked out. Well, happens to the best of us." Dean replied.

"Just lucky you're alive," Angela added.

"You think they went back to the nest?" Dean asked Angela.

"Of course they did." She replied. "Why wouldn't they? Question is—what are they gonna do when they find their brother dead?"

"So we go back now." Dean nodded.

"Okay," Jody muttered. "I'm coming."

"Uh, Jody? Hey, hey. Whoa." Dean stopped her. "Hold on. You're hurt."

"I'm coming," Jody repeated firmly.

"Jody, we can handle the nest on our own," Sam assured.

"I don't give a fig about the nest!" Jody snapped. "That girl was under my protection."

"Okay, that 'girl' can't be trusted. She's a lure." Dean explained. "She's a-a honey trap. She's been feeding people to those vamps!"

"I don't care." Jody retorted. "Whatever she did, she did because they made her."

"Oh, and that's a reason?" Angela quirked a brow.

"She's a kid!" Jody argued.

"Yeah, a kid who's been playing vampire murder since before she was in braces." Dean reminded.

"Jody, they're right." Sam sighed. "A-at best her loyalties are… Screwed."

"And how do we know she wants to be saved?" Angela questioned. "For the past eight years, she has been baiting the hook for an entire nest. She's got more blood on her hands than most monsters we kill."

Jody narrowed her eyes slightly. "Are you saying she's on your list?"

"No, we're not saying that," Sam replied.

"Well, not yet," Angela muttered. "Look, it sucks, okay? It does. But with hunting monsters comes harsh truths. This is a clean-up mission. It's not a rescue."

"What is this really about?" Dean asked. "You barely know the girl."

"I'm coming," Jody said with finality. "And if any of you lays so much as a hand on Alex… You'll have to go through me."

"Alright, well, someone needs to stay here with Gracie," Dean muttered as he took Grace from Sam. "There's no way we can bring her into that nest. You guys be safe, okay?"

"Thanks, Dean." Angela smiled gently.

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Angela, Sam, and Jody were preparing to raid the run-down house.

"Well, their truck's in the driveway," Jody muttered.

"So, we're walking right into it." Sam sighed.

"Well, we've faced worse odds." Angela shrugged.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Jody," Angela started. "This is a raid, so tread lightly, stay close. Priority is clearing the nest. Alex comes second. You got it?"

"Got it," Jody replied, clearly annoyed.

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Angela, Sam, and Jody quietly entered the house and cleared the first floor. Sam and Angela went upstairs and motioned for Jody to stay where she was. They started to investigate the second floor, but Jody heard groaning from downstairs and went to check it out. Meanwhile, upstairs, Sam walked back to Angela and as Angela turned around, she saw Connor had a gun on Sam. Angela grasped her machete tightly.

Connor pushed the rifle into Sam's back. "Drop it."

Angela dropped the blade to the floor and then got hit with a 2x4 in the head by another vampire. Angela collapsed to the floor in a heap.

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Angela was lying unconscious on the floor as Sam was tied to a chair. Connor was holding a gun on him as he struggled.

"No, no, no. No." Connor shook his head. "Hell of a sight to come home to… Brother lying dead on the floor."

Connor rammed the butt of the gun into Sam's stomach, causing him to groan in agony.

"No idea it was a Winchester that had done it." Connor snarled. "So… Which one of you was it? Which one of you took off my brother's head?! Was it you? Was it her?" he demanded. "This place has been a good home to us. But since you two had to come around and ruin it, we're gonna have to hit the road and find a new one. And when we hit the road… we like to pack a lunch."

Connor cut some surgical tubing and picked up a bucket before moving toward Sam. Sam started to draw back when he realized what Connor was about to do.

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Sam's blood was draining from his arm into a second-pint jar, which stood next to an already full one.

"Tapped this keg," Connor commented. "Get her ready." He nodded to Angela. "Time to finish this."

The other vampire sent a vicious kick into Angela's back right above her kidney. Angela still appeared to remain unconscious. The vampire pulled Angela's head, but as soon as his hand grasped her hair, Angela flung out her left hand which held a syringe of dead man's blood. Angela buried the needle in the vampire's heart and pushed down on the plunger. Angela grabbed the machete from the floor and faced Connor.

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Angela was facing off with Connor, but he drove Angela to the wall with the machete to her throat. Suddenly, Angela's face changed to pure anger and strength. She pushed back and swung Connor around, pressing him against the wall. Angela pressed the machete to Connor's throat.

"Look at me." Angela snarled. "Look at me, bitch!"

Connor glared back and Angela completely gave into the snarl as she severed Connor's neck with the blunt end of the machete. Before she turned around to face Sam, Angela attempted to get her feral state under control. Angela rushed to Sam to remove the tubing from his arm.

"Angie." Sam breathed out.

"Yeah, I know. You wouldn't have done the same for me." She quipped.

"No." Sam shook his head. "Jody."

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Angela came down the stairs with Sam leaning heavily on her shoulder. However, as they reached the bottom, Jody decapitated 'mama.'

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Outside of the cabin, Sam and Angela stood next to the Impala.

"Nice work back there. 'Look at me, bitch'?" Sam raised his brows.

"Well, hey, you got another snappy one-liner, I'm all ears." Angela shrugged nonchalantly.

Sam sighed heavily. "What I'm saying is—it looked to me like you were enjoying it. Maybe too much."

"And?" Angela scoffed. "Well, sorry for not putting on a hair shirt. Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime."

"Right, but…" Sam trailed off as Dean and Jody approached.

"There's my girl." Angela took Grace from Dean. "How's things back at the station?"

"Well, they beat Frank up pretty bad, but at least they left him alive," Jody replied. "He kept apologizing for spilling the beans about the cabin, but I told him that one's on me."

"Well, speaking of apologies, um… We owe you a big one." Sam replied.

"We were wrong about the girl," Angela added.

"No. You were right—about me." Jody admitted. "My judgment was clouded. You know, working this case, it brought… feelings back. Feelings I've been trying to bury for years, you know, buried it under work, religion… even dating. We know how that worked out." She added. "But, you know, it was still there, you know, underneath. The grief. Don't know what that means for me, just that I've been—I've been fooling myself to think that I could ignore it. Anyway, thank you—for coming out, for curing Alex."

"You don't need to thank us," Sam replied sincerely. "I mean, you're the one who killed her sire, got her blood."

"Sure it'll work?" Jody asked skeptically.

"Well, speaking from experience, it'll be a rough couple of days, but… She should pull through." Dean replied. "You sure you don't want us to stay?"

"I'm good," Jody assured.

"After it's done, you know what to do with her?" Angela asked curiously.

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Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the bunker. Angela adjusted Grace in her arms.

"I'm gonna put Gracie to bed and then take a shower," Angela announced.

"Okay." Sam nodded as Angela walked out of the room.

Sam waited for a moment, making sure that she was gone before he turned to Dean.

"I'm worried about her," Sam said in a hushed whisper.

Dean's brows furrowed in concern. "What happened?"

"It's just…" Sam sighed heavily. "You didn't see her at the house, Dean. When she killed that vamp, she looked… there was something off about her. Like she genuinely enjoyed killing him."

Dean pursed his lips tightly. He had been worried about Angela too, ever since she killed Magnus. "Well, we'll just have to keep an eye on her, Sammy."

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm currently writing Do You Believe in Miracles, and it's gonna be really emotional. I'm super excited for you guys to read it! Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily