Do You Believe in Miracles Part 1
Lebanon, Kansas
Sam, Castiel, and Dean were holding a feral Angela back from Gadreel, who was slumped on the floor. Angela managed to wrangle out of their grasp and stood to face Sam, who was blocking her way to Gadreel.
"Drop the blade, Angie," Sam begged her.
"Move," Angela growled.
"Angie. Look at me." Sam pleaded.
"Sam! Move!" she practically roared. "Aah!" she yelled as Castiel and Dean jumped her from both sides.
Sam leaped in to grab Angela's right arm and the blade. "Let it go! Let it go!" he tried to wrestle it from his wife's grasp. "Let it go."
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Sam, Dean, and Castiel shoved Angela into the bunker's dungeon and stood between her and the door.
"The hell if you think I'm riding the pine on this one, guys." Angela glared at them.
"Something is wrong with you, Angie," Sam replied gently. "And until we figure out what, this is where you have to stay."
"And you three are gonna do what? Take on Metatron yourselves?" Angela raised her brows. "That's smart. Oh, no, wait. No, you," she motioned to Castiel. "You lost your angel army. And you two," she motioned to Sam and Dean. "Now you're trying to lock up the one person who has a shot at killing the son of a bitch! Hell of a plan, fellas!"
"Sorry, kiddo," Dean whispered sadly.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel turned and pushed the doors shut, locking Angela in the dungeon.
"Look, hey, guys," Angela called after them. "Sam. Sammy! Baby, please!"
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Back in the main room of the bunker, Sam, Dean, and Castiel put the first blade into a box on the table.
"Sam. Dean," Castiel spoke up.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"Angela… wasn't wrong." Castiel admitted. "My followers have abandoned us."
"Yeah, and Gadreel says he can help us," Sam replied. "From where I sit, that's more than an even trade."
They looked over to where Gadreel should've been on the floor, but there was a lot of blood and no Gadreel.
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Angela violently threw up on the floor and coughed horribly. She finally recovered just a little and walked over to a small mirror in the cabinet. Her mouth was covered in blood.
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Sam, Dean, and Castiel managed to track Gadreel to a field outside of the bunker. Sam carried Grace in his arms. Gadreel was lying on the grass with his slashed chest bleeding profusely. The brothers and Castiel rushed to him.
"Please." Gadreel looked up at them weakly. "I'll leave you alone, I swear."
Castiel reached out to heal him. "We're not here to hurt you."
"No." Gadreel shook his head. "Your grace. Healing me will only weaken you."
Castiel ignored Gadreel and instantly healed the angel.
"Did you hear him?" Gadreel asked quietly.
"Metatron. Yes." Castiel nodded. "Where is he going? What does he want?"
"I'm afraid… humanity." Gadreel answered.
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Angela was kneeling down in the dungeon with a summoning spell in front her of. She lit the ingredients and instantly Crowley appeared inside the devil's trap.
"What's that smell?" Crowley wrinkled his nose.
Angela stood up, looking rather scared. "What the hell's happening to me, you son of a bitch?"
"Liquor before beer, bad taco? How should I know?" Crowley shrugged.
"I can't turn it off!" Angela cried. "Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's—it's like this whole… other thing. I get this high and I-I-I need to kill. I mean, I really, really need to kill. And if I don't—
"You yak your guts out." Crowley finished. "It's the mark."
"Meaning?" Angela questioned.
"It wants you to kill. The more you kill, the better you feel. The less you kill, the less better you feel." Crowley explained.
"How much less better?" Angela demanded.
"One would imagine the least-best better," Crowley replied.
"So dead?" Angela swallowed nervously. "Well, Cain had the mark. He didn't die."
"Cain was a demon. Your body's not strong enough to contain the blade's power." Crowley explained.
"What if I got rid of it?" Angela asked, her eyes betraying her fear.
"You want to get rid of it?" Crowley raised his brows.
"What I want is Metatron," Angela growled.
"Go on." Crowley shrugged.
"But I have to get through that door, and I have to get to the blade." Angela huffed. "And you're gonna help me."
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Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Gadreel entered the bunker. The box that had contained the blade was open on the table.
"Oh, no." Sam rushed to the box, only to find it empty.
"What's that smell?" Gadreel asked with a frown.
"Sulfur." Dean sighed heavily.
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Sam was on the phone, talking to Angela's voicemail.
"Angie, pick up the phone. Call me back." He pleaded. "I'm not kidding, alright? Don't do this. Not like this."
"Are you sure it was Crowley?" Castiel questioned.
"Who else would she summon?" Dean asked, adjusting Grace in his arms. "I mean, she and Crowley have been galivanting together over the blade ever since Angie got the mark."
Gadreel's brows furrowed in confusion. "The mark?"
"The mark of Cain." Castiel clarified.
"So, that's what Angela cut me with—the First Blade. In a way, that could be useful." Gadreel replied.
"What?" Sam frowned.
"Well, Metatron is more powerful than ever, but if Angela has the First Blade and the mark, that might give us our best chance." Gadreel explained.
"You're joking, right?" Sam scoffed audibly. "An hour ago, we were ready to throw Angie into a padded cell, and now you want to say she's our best chance?"
"Hear him out, Sam." Castiel mediated.
"Oh, right. Excuse me. Sorry, guys." Sam retorted sarcastically. "Uh, sorry I'm a little less than eager to hear that our best chance is—is arming the warhead and hoping it hits the mark. This is not a bomb we're talking about. This is my wife, the mother of my child."
"And your wife would not be in this alone," Gadreel assured. "We can help."
"How?" Dean demanded.
"I believe Metatron has found a way to tap into the angel tablet, harnessing its power to give him powers equivalent to—
"God, right?" Sam finished. "I mean, that's what this is all about, isn't it? Metatron wants to be God."
Gadreel just nodded silently.
"Great, well, that basically makes him unstoppable," Dean muttered.
"Not if we can break the connection between Metatron and the tablet," Castiel replied. "That would make him just an ordinary angel. Where's the tablet?"
"Metatron's office." Gadreel answered.
"In Heaven?" Sam asked.
"I can get us to the door." Gadreel nodded.
"And then what?" Sam demanded. "I mean, why would they let you in? If Metatron's number two shows up with Heaven's most want," he motioned to Castiel. "The gig is up."
"We have to try," Castiel stressed.
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Angela and Crowley pulled up to café and walked inside. Angela spread out on a table with the First Blade wrapped in its cloth and her computer. Crowley sat down across from her as the waitress approached.
"What can I get you two?" the waitress smiled brightly.
"Coffee. Black." Angela replied flatly.
"Are you serious?" Crowley quirked a brow. "You take this girl's table, her time, you spread out like an overgrown teenager, and for what? What's the tip on a single cup of Joe? A nickel?"
Angela glared at Crowley. "Fine. Caesar salad, extra dressing."
"You got it." The waitress nodded before walking off.
"So, this is what you, moose, and squirrel do, eh?" Crowley asked. "Crisscross the country, searching for evil, eating at hole-in-the-wall places."
"Yep." Angela didn't even look up from her laptop.
"You never get tired of the rat race?" Crowley asked curiously. "Never get the urge to just… bugger off and howl at the moon? Never ask yourself, 'is this is? Is this all there is?'" he added, earning a look from Angela. "I kicked human blood, you know."
"Oh, so you're full-metal douche again," Angela muttered. "Well, that's fantastic. Would you like a stuffed bear?"
"Just trying to make conversation." Crowley shrugged.
"How's Hell, Crowley?" Angela questioned.
"Hell's fine. Hell's like a Swiss watch." Crowley retorted. "Don't worry about Hell. Hell's complicated."
"Game of Thrones is complicated. Shower sex with Sam—that's complicated." Angela muttered. "Hell ain't complicated. Your problem ain't Hell. It's you."
"Fair enough." Crowley sighed. "What's your problem, then?"
"My problem is Metatron. Right now there's nothing." Angela replied. "There's no angel smitings, no crazy acts of God, no vermin, hail. If Metatron's making his move on Earth, he is taking his sweet-ass time."
Crowley noticed a couple of his demons walk through the door. "Never fear. Calvary's here."
The two demons walked up to Crowley and one handed him a smartphone with a video on it. Crowley nodded and motioned for them to leave.
"And?" Angela raised her brows.
"Apparently… your angel has gone viral." Crowley replied.
Crowley handed the phone to Angela and she pressed play on the video.
"And that, American, is perfection." The first boy laughed as he filmed a girl walking down the sidewalk.
"You, dude, that's your sister." Another boy laughed.
Suddenly, a car crashed into a lady walking and the boys quickly ran to the scene with their camera still recording.
"Oh, my God! She's dead, man! She's dead."
"I'm not so sure about that," Metatron replied.
Metatron bent down and healed the lady. As he helped her sit up, he whispered something in her ear.
"Is he ser—is he freaking serious?!"
"Did you see that?! Holy… Tell me you just got that. Dude, what's your name?"
"Marv." Metatron looked straight into the camera.
"When was this taken?" Angela asked as the video ended.
"A couple of hours ago. Muncie, Indiana." Crowley replied.
"What did he whisper in her ear?" Angela questioned.
"Exactly," Crowley smirked.
Angela gathered her stuff and stood up. Crowley frowned.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not gonna eat your food?" Crowley asked.
"Not hungry." Angela shrugged.
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Muncie, Indiana
Angela and Crowley pulled up to an RV park. Sam stood next to the RV they stopped by.
"I got this," Angela told Crowley. Angela got out of the car and walked up to her husband. "Where's Dean?"
"Back at the bunker with Gracie," Sam replied, more than slightly annoyed. "I guess one of us doesn't need a demon to help follow a clue trail. You're looking for miracle lady, right? Yeah, she's gone. I had a nice chat with her, though."
"Sam, whatever kind of intervention you think this is, trust me, it ain't," Angela replied. "I'm not gonna explain myself to you."
"Yeah, I sort of got that." Sam nodded. "I just thought you might like to know that while you two have been playing, uh, odd couple, your real friends, like Cas, like the angel you stabbed, Gadreel—they're out there right now risking their asses to help you win this fight."
Angela's brows furrowed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"A fight, I might add, you made that much more complicated when you decided to stab the one angel who could actually get us to Metatron." Sam continued.
"You mean the angel that took you for a joy ride?" Angela scoffed. "The angel that slaughtered Kevin? That angel?"
"Who you let in the front door in the first place." Sam reminded. "You tricked me, Angie. And now I'm the one who wakes up in the middle of the night seeing my hands killing Kevin, not you. So, please, when you say you don't want to explain yourself to me, don't. I get it." He added firmly. "And I also get that Metatron has to go. And I know you're our best shot at that."
"I'm gonna take my shot, for better or worse," Angela replied firmly.
"I know." Sam nodded sadly.
"No matter the consequences," Angela added.
"I know," Sam repeated. "But if this is it, we're gonna do it together. Through good times and bad times, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." Angela murmured.
"You want to know what he whispered to her, right, in the video?" Sam asked. "His next stop."
"So, what are we all gollywagging on about?" Crowley piped up. "Chop-cop."
Sam and Angela both turned to face the demon with faces that told him to get lost.
"Excuse me." Crowley scoffed. "I'm not exactly demon minion number three here. As the kids say, I've got mad skills."
"Look, I don't know what you expected here, kay." Angela retorted. "I don't really care, but you wanted off the hamster wheel. Get off."
"Well, I guess I've been Winchestered." Crowley pursed his lips. "I'd wish you two good luck… if I thought it would help."
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I can't believe the finale is finally here! As always, thank you for the recent reviews. Love you guys, xoxo :)
~Emily