Do You Believe in Miracles Part 2

Angela was digging around the trunk of her car, which was parked outside the homeless community. Her right hand shook uncontrollably until she set it on the covered blade, and Angela started to react to the energy radiating off the blade. Sam walked up unnoticed but saw his wife getting high from the blade's power. He cleared his throat and Angela whipped her hand off the blade.

"Anything?" Angela raised her brows.

"Uh, yeah." Sam nodded. "He's up there. About a mile up the road. There's a homeless encampment. The way the folks are talking, he's got them convinced he's some kind of new Jesus or something."

Angela nodded silently.

"You good?" Sam asked softly.

"Yeah, I'm good," Angela assured.

Sam reached over and picked up the First Blade. He handed it to his wife in silence.

"Listen, Sammy," Angela let out a shaky sigh. "About, um, you know, the last couple of months…"

"I know." Sam leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "So, before we find something else to fight about… tell me… Are you ready to gut this bitch?"

Sam turned to pick up his bag but as he turned back around to face his wife, Angela threw a punch and knocked him out cold. Angela kneeled down to her unconscious husband and kissed his forehead.

"Sorry, baby." She murmured. "It's not your fight."

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Angela strolled up to the homeless encampment.

"Can I help you?" George eyed her.

"Take it easy, Chief." Angela held up a hand.

"You're Angela Winchester." A woman commented.

"Now," Angela tilted her head. "How did you know that?"

"He said you were coming." The woman returned.

"Well, here I am." Angela shrugged. "Where's Metatron?"

"Marv." George corrected.

"Sure." Angela rolled her eyes.

"In there…" the woman gestured. "Praying for our forgiveness."

"Forgiveness for what?" Angela questioned.

The woman's eyes went to a pool of blood on the ground and Angela's eyes followed.

"Is he now?" Angela muttered.

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Angela found Metatron sitting in a meditation pose on the floor at the back of the warehouse.

"You can save the humble-pie Jesus routine for somebody who gives a damn," Angela stated.

"The problem with you, Angela, is the cynicism," Metatron replied. "Always with the cynicism. But most people—even the real belly crawlers living in filth… Or Brentwood… They don't want to be cynical. They just want something to believe in."

"And that'd be you." Angela retorted.

"Why not me?" Metatron countered.

"You've been working those people outside for, what, a day?" Angela tilted her head. "They've already spilled blood in your name. You are nothing but Bernie Madoff with wings."

"So, I'm a fake." Metatron rose to his feet. "Do you have any idea how much pan-cake makeup and soft lighting it took to get God to work a rope line? He hated it. And, you know, humans sense that. So, they prayed harder and longer and fought more wars in his name." he explained passionately. "And for what?! So they could die of malaria? Leukemia? And all the while, blaming themselves! 'Oh, if only I'd been more prayerful, God would have loved me! God would have saved me!' You know what?! God didn't even know their name! But I do. Because I've walked among them. And I can save them."

"Sure, you can," Angela replied sarcastically. "So long as your mug is in every Bible and 'What would Metatron do?' is on every bumper."

"And?" Metatron asked as if there was no problem. "What, are you blaming me for giving them what they want, giving them a brand they can believe in?"

Angela started to unwrap the First Blade in her hand. "I'm blaming you for Kevin! I'm blaming you for taking Cas's grace. Hell, I'm blaming you for the Cubs not winning The World Series in the last 100 freaking years." She glared. "Whatever it is… I'm blaming you."

"The First Blade." Metatron breathed in awe. "Nasty piece of work, isn't she? Okay, let's say you win, Angela, and I die. What's the world left with, then, hmm? A herd of panty-waisted angels and you? Half out of your mind with lord knows what pumping through your veins?"

Angela stepped closer to Metatron, glaring darkly. "Yeah, you see, the only thing you've said that went into my ear was that you die."

"Oh. Fine." Metatron groaned. "We'll fight. I don't know what you expect is gonna come of all this. Unless…" he narrowed his eyes. "That's why your stalling. Because you know nothing's gonna come of this unless your pals succeed upstairs. Well, here's a news flash—humpty and dumpty are starring in their very own version of 'Locked Up Abroad: Heaven' right now."

Angela turned to the side to hide her anger and then threw out her hand to stab Metatron with the blade. However, Metatron blocked the blow and Angela punched him in the face with her left hand, causing him to stumble back.

"Wow," Metatron smirked. "That big blade and that… douchey tribal tat sure gave you some super juice. Whoo! Okay."

Metatron motioned with his hand to bring it on. Angela rushed him but got thrown in the air and hit the wall about 10 feet up and fell to the ground with a crash.

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Metatron flung Angela back against the wall and she fell to the floor again. Metatron viciously kicked Angela's right arm and the First Blade flew out of her hand. Then Metatron stepped on Angela's wrist with all his weight.

"So," Metatron started. "You took Abaddon's scalp, then you figured you'd take on little old nebbish me. What could go wrong?"

Angela groaned in pain as Metatron's foot crushed down on her wrist.

"And you're powered by the bone of a jackass, and it is just awesome, right?" Metatron continued. "Here's a tip—next time, try to be power by the word of God."

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Sam came flying down the stairs into the homeless encampment. He looked around wildly for his wife. When he didn't see her and the homeless guardians surrounded him, he drew his gun.

"Stay back," Sam commanded. "Stay back! Where's Metatron?!"

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Metatron continued beating the living daylights out of Angela. He punched her almost unconscious and Angela slumped to the ground. There was blood flooding from her nose, mouth, and ears. Metatron bent down and delivered one more brutal punch to Angela's face.

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Angela was barely conscious but she could open her eyes just enough to see the First Blade sitting on a grate a few yards away. Sam rushed in from the opposite side of the warehouse at a breakneck run. Angela, using the little strength she had, willed the blade into her hand. Just as she was about to swing up and stab the blade into Metatron, he buried an angel blade deep into Angela's chest with both hands. Angela gasped horribly as the pain coursed through her.

Sam's eyes widened in fear. "No!"

Angela gasped for air and Metatron pulled the blade out of her chest. Angela's eyes slowly moved to meet Sam's across the warehouse.

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Angela's near lifeless body fell over and Sam raced to his wife, completely ignoring Metatron standing right there, the blade dripping with Angela's blood. Sam grabbed Angela's upper arm and pulled her back into a sitting position against the wall.

"Hey," Sam called out to her. "Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey."

Angela's eyes shot open as the warehouse started to shake violently. Sam then remembered Metatron and went to stab him with the angel blade. However, Metatron managed to disappear just in time and Sam yelled in frustration.

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Sam was trying desperately to press a cloth to his wife's gaping chest wound. Angela looked up at Sam, a broken expression on her face.

"Sammy, you got to get out of here before he comes back." She muttered weakly.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh." Sam hushed. "Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, alright? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll—we'll get you a doctor or—or I'll find a spell. You're gonna be okay, baby."

Sam took his wife's hand and pressed it to her chest to keep the cloth in place.

"Listen to me." Angela gasped out. "It's better this way."

"What?!" Sam frowned deeply.

"The mark." Angela rasped. "It's making me into something I don't want to be. Gracie shouldn't see me like this."

"Don't worry about the mark," Sam replied frantically. "We'll figure out the mark later. Just hold on, okay, baby? Get you some help."

Sam pulled his wife's arm over his shoulder and grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up. Angela moaned in agony.

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Sam struggled to keep Angela upright as he practically carried her toward the exit. Angela was gasping for air and tried to hold the cloth to her chest. Sam's hand covered Angela's over the cloth and the wound.

"What happened with you being okay with this?" Angela mumbled.

"I lied," Sam answered.

"Ain't that a bitch?" Angela panted.

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"Sammy, baby. Hold up. Hold up." Angela mumbled weakly.

Sam gently set her down on a piece of equipment. Angela had fresh blood covering her lips and mouth, barely able to breathe.

"I got to say something to you." Angela weakly brought her hand up to Sam's cheek.

"What?" Sam asked, holding Angela upright.

Angela looked up at Sam with tear filled eyes. "Baby, I'm proud of us. I love you, so much."

Sam's eyes teared up as he looked into Angela's fading eyes. "I love you, too, baby. You gotta stay with me, you hear?"

Angela's hand fell from Sam's face and she closed her eyes before falling into Sam's chest.

"No, no," Sam's voice cracked. "Hey, hey, hey. Hey, wake up, baby. Baby, wake up."

Sam pulled Angela back up, but she was already gone. Sam held her bloody face with both hands and shook her gently.

"Hey. Angie." Sam pleaded. "Angie!"

Tears fell down Sam's face as he broke down completely. He clutched Angela's body to his chest as he sobbed heart-wrenching sobs, his body shaking violently.

"Come back." Sam cried. "Angie, come back, baby."

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Sam burst through the bunker door carrying Angela's body.

"Dean!" he yelled loudly. "Dean!"

Dean came running into the room frantically, clutching his gun. "Sammy! What the hell…"

"Where's Gracie?" Sam asked.

"In bed…" Dean's eyes fell to Angela, and his heart broke. "Sam, what the hell happened?"

"Metatron, he… he…" Sam whispered, unable to say it. "Dean, she's gone. I—I don't know what to do."

"We'll fix this, Sammy, we will." Dean gently took Angela from Sam. "It'll all be okay."

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Sam and Dean gently put Angela's body on the bed. Her face was clean of all the blood, and her face was extremely pale, empty of life. Sam stared at her, his eyes all puffy and red. Dean put a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder as he stared at his sister-in-law's body.

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Sam and Deal walked into the dungeon with all the summoning spell ingredients still sitting on the floor as Angela had left them.

"Dammit, Crowley." Sam clenched his jaw tightly. "You got her into this mess. You will get her out… or so help me, God."

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In Angela's room, Crowley stood and gazed at her body.

"Your husband and Dean, bless their souls, are summoning me as I speak," he started. "Make a deal, bring you back. It's exactly what I was talking about, isn't it? It's all become so… expected. You have to believe me. When I suggested you take on the Mark of Cain, I didn't know this was going to happen." He explained. "Not really. I mean, I might not have told you the entire truth. But I never lied. I never lied, Angela. That's important. It's fundamental. But… there is one story about Cain that I might have… forgotten to tell you. Apparently, he, too, was willing to accept death, rather than becoming the killer the mark wanted him to be. So, he took his own life with the blade. He died. Except, as rumor has it, the mark never quite let go. You can understand why I never spoke of this. Why set hearts aflutter at mere speculation? It wasn't until you summoned me… No, it wasn't truly until you left that salad uneaten… that I began to let myself believe. Maybe miracles do come true."

Crowley moved to the bed and placed the First Blade into Angela's right hand and lied them both on Angela's chest.

"Listen to me, Angela Winchester," Crowley stated firmly. "What you're feeling right now—it's not death. It's life—a new kind of life. Open your eyes, Angela. See what I see. Feel what I feel. And let's go take a howl at that moon."

Angela's eyes shot open to reveal onyx black eyes.

A/N: Here it is, the last chapter of Fallen! I hope you guys have enjoyed this installment! I have loved writing it and posting it for you guys :) As always, thank you so much for all of the reviews. Your feedback is what keeps me motivated to write. It lets me know what you like, and how I can make the chapters even better! Now for the grand reveal, the next installment will be called... Back in Black, and it will be posted on March 31st, 2019! Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily