Chapter 20

And the Plainsmen at Perkins County High take the field for the first time tonight. Let's see if Taylor's boys can work up some magic.

Angela sat on the bleachers flanked by Kelly and Mason. Even though she had a rough time and still looked pretty beat up, she decided to go to the football game. She even offered to drive Alex and the kids there to get Alex on time to the call time for all players. Gideon agreed since Alex didn't seem to be any worse for the wear and he seemed anxious to get to the game.

They arrived on time only to find that Coach Taylor hadn't shown up. There was a slight problem until Hardman showed up and volunteered to be the coach until Coach Taylor returned or a replacement was found. The principal didn't care at the moment since she didn't want a full blown riot at the prospect of a cancelled football game. Hardman stepped in and issued the game plan even to a surprised Tercelli, who was devastated that his dad died in a fire in a warehouse gathering near the outside of town.

Angela went to the spot where they had watched practice and sat down. Kelly and Mason joined her too and she was surprised at how close they sat. It was Kelly who said, "Thanks for helping us."

"Yeah you kick ass Angie," Mason replied. "Alex thinks you're cool too."

Angela smiled even though her cut lip ruined the effect a little. It was no big deal since it would heal completely within a few days. The bruised ribs were something else. The sphinx's cuffing did more damage than she thought and when the adrenaline wore off, it took all she could muster to not react and hiss in pain. She replied, "Yeah he told me that in his own way. At least this is a well-deserved break don't you think?"

Kelly and Mason grinned. They knew better than anyone that football was like the local religion in Grant. It usually was the case in small towns. Kelly said, "It wouldn't surprise me if some of those Mason guys joined under the religion of the football god." She turned to watch the kick off giving the traditional yell while the band did their thing.

Angela smiled and joined in on the yell. It had been a long time since she deigned to do anything that was considered fun like go to a football game. The usual excuse was that there was always a case but the real reason was that she always felt out of place at things like this. Funny thing is though this case and opening up to the kids about certain things gave some measure of confidence of opening up to the Winchesters about things she should have told them. As she sat through the game she cheered and observed the plays. She knew she was still working in a hunter mode but she found it fascinating to study strategy from different activities like football. Playing it was another matter.

"Look there's Alex!"

Angela followed to where Kelly was pointing and spotted the kid out there with the offensive line. He looked small compared to his teammates and the opposing school but he had speed. She watched as he zipped along and caught the ball but winched as he was tackled by a defensive man. It was going to be a rough game.

"Hey ref why don't you call something? That was unnecessary roughness!" Kelly was standing on her seat and shouting at the referee on the field much to Angela's amusement.

Mason joined with her as a penalty was giving to the offense, "Hey bad call! That wasn't a hold!"

Angela couldn't help but laugh as they heckled about everything. It wasn't until near the end of the first quarter that the kids were finished with their heckling. They looked like they were going to collapse from lack of air and water. They sat back down on the bench looking dejected. The Plainsmen were down 16-0. They needed to get back in the game.

"Not looking good I see."

Angela turned to see Sam standing there looking around for a seat that would fit his freakishly huge frame. She gave a grin and said, "There's still the second half Sam." She then turned to Kelly and Mason and said, "Hey since we're going into half time, why don't you go grab something?" She passed a couple of twenties towards them.

When they left Sam sat beside Angela, "That was generous."

"It's only money," Angela replied. "What are you doing here? I thought you and Dean were going to call it a night at the motel?"

Sam gave a slight smile, "You told us to call it a night. Besides it's been a while since we've caught a break like this."

"Oh and the free pass from Col Henderson wasn't a break?" she replied teasing. She watched as the band marched out onto the field to practice their drill. She gave a content sigh. "At least I was thoroughly entertained. Kelly and Mason have surprised me at every turn."

Sam was studying Angela's face. The bruises were faded but still visible. He could see them because he knew they were there. Under the layer of discreet makeup she wore, no one could tell that she had been in a fight to the death and her bandaged wrists were hidden under the hoodie she was wearing. Come to think of it, it looked a little baggy on her. "Where'd you get the hoodie?"

"Borrowed it," Angela replied with a sly grin. "Try and figure that one out Sammy."

Sam couldn't scowl at her since he really had no clue unless she played around with Dean's kachina again. "You're as bad as Dean. Don't mess with my stuff."

"What? You weren't wearing it," Angela replied. She propped her elbows on her knees. "So are we doing a talk now or are you warning me what to expect at the motel later? I know there are some things I probably should answer."

Sam couldn't help but choke out a breath of air. Actually she did answer a few questions before she left and that was before she tried bossing them around again. Well Dean called it mothering since she walked around their room like an anxious mother. He decided to tease her back, "We just decided to disobey you… Mom."

Angela gave a gentle punch to Sam's shoulder. "I'm hardly that. I cook one meal and now you think I'm your housekeeper." She smiled a bit. The banter relieved much of the tension from earlier. She then said, "You know I would like to forget this job simply because there is too much to know about what happened. I don't know about you but I've had enough for a while about secret societies. Give me a spirit or a monster any day of the week and twice on Sunday."

"I suppose telling you that Dean and I were made temporary knights would circumvent that," Sam replied.

"Nice vocabulary College Boy," Angela replied. "Not really. Time will do its thing."

Sam started to say something when Dean came up the steps carrying a box of food and couple of cans of soda. Dean came up and plunked himself on Angela's other side while glancing at Sam. Sam ignored the look for the most part. Sam tried to ignore what his brother was up to and said, "Well maybe you'll find us a job in the morning."

"Maybe." Angela looked over at Dean who held the box of food on his lap. "Did you buy out the whole snack bar?"

"Hey I'm trying to be nice here. I know you haven't eaten your three squares lately," Dean retorted trying to be miffed at her question.

"So you're saying that I'm fat?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh at the face that his brother was making. It was clear that Dean had no clue what was going on. It was true that they had both teased her about where she put all the food she had eaten but sometimes she turned the tables to have fun. Dean never had been on the receiving end before but Sam had. A glance at Angela told him that she was just having fun at Dean's expense.

Dean wondered where this came up. He recovered though and replied, "No. I just know you get grumpy when you don't eat."

"So you're saying that I have an unhealthy obsession with food?"

"Dammit Angie stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"That!"

By that time Sam was laughing out loud and Angela couldn't resist and was laughing as well. She said, "Shameless joke Dean. Thank you for the offer. Got a red hot in there?"

"A what?"

"Hot dog, Dean," Sam supplied.

Dean raised his brow as he handed her the hotdog. "You two seriously are geeks." He handed a hot dog to Sam who looked at Dean with annoyance. Dean shrugged it off and pulled out the nachos with jalapenos out. "You want a drink Angie?"

"No beer Dean. School grounds."

"I meant this," and Dean handed her a soda.

Angela eyed the can of soda with a strange look. As far as she could recall, she had never had a soda before. "Oh." She put the can down beside her and held the hotdog, ready to take a bite. By then Kelly and Mason were back with hot dogs and soda. They greeted the Winchesters and took the seats below them.

Unable to ignore the hunger pangs that had begun the minute she smelled the hotdogs, Angela took a bite. Suddenly she felt something in her mouth. It was hot… too hot. Like chili hot. She swallowed the bite but started coughing. She looked at her hotdog and what she presumed was ketchup and then at Dean who was grinning like a mad man. A glance at Sam's guilty look told her what she needed to know but she had to ask, "You didn't?"

Dean held up a bottle of Tabasco sauce, "Yeah I did."

Angela was still choking and she needed something to drink. She grabbed the can of soda and popped the lid. She drank until there was barely half the can left before taking a break. By that time, Dean was laughing and saying, "I know this is poor compared to the kachina joke but it was funny."

"Sure," Angela replied as she finished her can before tossing it at Dean's head to bean him a little. The kids in front were snickering and she was giving a grin. Dean got her this time but only because he roped Sam into doing it. She gave Sam a shoulder bump of reassurance while she fanned her mouth out.

Sam held out his drink to her and said, "Here. It's the least I could do."

"Hey it was good. I know Dean roped you into it and I did say you should tag team on me," Angela chuckled, giving a slight cough. She took a sip of the soda and attempted to hand it back but Sam insisted that she keep it.

Third quarter came and went. Kelly and Mason were still screaming at the referee and the Winchesters were getting a kick out of it. Angela though was feeling a little woozy. She took another sip of the soda Sam handed her and something seemed to dull in her brain. She watched the game and for some reason, she felt the need to say something. Sam heard what she said and looked at her. Was she drunk? He asked, "Dean did you spike her drink?"

Dean looked over at Angela who was giggling like a girl as she said, "Oh they do not see what lies ahead when sun is gone and moon is dead. Yet full speed along with kin and kick the bloody piss out of that pigskin."

"No I didn't Sam," Dean replied. "Did she just quote Lord of the Rings?"

At this point Angela was swaying slightly as she took another sip of the soda. She balanced her elbows on her knees as they went through the fourth quarter.

The Plainsmen have one final play to try and tie or win before time runs out.

"And let's see if they hit third base," Angela muttered.

By then it was clear that she was drunk and on what… Sam speculated that it was the soda though it sounded strange when he said it. He beckoned Dean to help him escort her down the stairs to head to the car. Kelly and Mason offered to help but they said it was okay and Sam handed the keys to the rental to Kelly. They left the stadium and headed towards the Impala. Suddenly Angela said, "You know John said you were good boys and I believed him." She passed out before either Winchester could ask what she meant.

"Ugh I hate the both of you."

Dean was laughing, "You say that now but it's not my fault that you got yourself drunk, Angie."

There was a slight growl from the bathroom. "How was I supposed to know that carbonated water and syrup would make me like you on whiskey?" The remark was followed by the sounds of throwing up and a toilet flushing.

Dean couldn't help himself. The prank with the hot dog was one he came up with but this was like Sam coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel while Angela was in the room. He couldn't help himself and said, "How much did you have to drink Angie?"

"Bite me."

"You know the smell reminds me of that cheeseburger that you said was like a Spam sandwich in a dirty ash tray."

There was a slight groan. "Oh I hate you."

"Dean leave her alone," Sam said as he sat on Angela's bed. He was holding a towel just in case she came out but judging from the sounds, that wasn't going to be any time soon. Not at the rate Dean was going.

"What? Sammy this is like when you got drunk at the hotel."

"Don't remind me Dean."

Dean grinned and turned towards the bathroom door. "Got it all out of your system Angie?"

There was nothing but growls from the bathroom. Dean couldn't help but laugh. The usually stoic and sometimes teasing Angela was actually sick and miserable with it. At least he knew how to get her to loosen up if he had something in mind for the next time. He then said, "Hey, you in the mood for some dessert?"

"Go suck on one of your cheap whores." There was a pause and then, "Don't say anything Sam. Man up those ears of yours."

Sam blushed slightly. He didn't think he was ever going to get used to her dirty talk now that it was out in the open. Dean though was just laughing and he actually followed his advice. He pulled out one of the 'cheap whores' out of his pocket and started ripping the packaging open. He was in the middle of a bite when Sam said, "Dude, seriously?"

"Hey she told me to. She certainly acts like a mom." Dean shrugged his shoulder as he took another bite.

"I heard that."

Dean was in the middle of chewing when he said, "Damn she had ears like a bat."

"Dean enough with the vampire jokes," Sam looked up at his brother annoyed. He walked over to the bathroom door. He could hear water running and assumed that she was brushing her teeth. He gave a slight knock and asked, "You okay now?"

There was a slight mumble. Then, "Be out in a minute. Dean if you say anything I'll kick your ass."

"I've had my fun Angie," Dean replied as he finished his pie. He started in on another on and began to look at Absolution which was lying on the bed where she had left it earlier. He began to finger it and move it around to inspect it.

Finally Angela came out of the bathroom. She looked a little pale from all the vomiting but otherwise fine. There was some water on her face but she didn't care at the moment. It was unexpected when Sam held out the towel to her and when she didn't take it, he wiped the water off. She gave him a confused look and he explained, "Just drying the water off. Still do it for Dean when he overdoes it."

"Hey I hold my liquor better than that," Dean protested loudly. Flecks of pie flew out of his mouth.

"Better than your table manners," Angela muttered as she took the towel from Sam's grip and gave her face a wipe over. "That's the last time I accept a drink from you Dean."

"Like I was supposed to know it would make you act like Samantha though the quoting the Lord of the Rings was rather funny along with your limerick." Dean finished his pie and threw the wrapper in the waste bin. "And I thought your rhymes about the astrological signs were dirty."

Dean watched the incredulous look on Angela's face, savoring the moment. He then walked towards the door. "Look since you're okay now, I'm turning in and the aspirin is on the table if you want some." He then left and headed towards his and Sam's room.

Angela looked at Sam, "What did I do?"

"You really don't remember?"

Angela looked perplexed as she tried to think about it. The last thing she remembered was taking a drink after she had Dean's 'hot' dog. There were kids laughing and cheering at the football game. She didn't even have a clue as to how she got back to the motel. Until she started throwing up, she felt wasted and she didn't like it. "The last thing I remember was taking a drink of the soda after the hot dog. I don't even remember the rest of the game."

"Well you didn't do anything like strip and dance around the bleachers," Sam replied with a lame attempt at humor.

"Not funny Sam." Angela felt a headache coming on and went to the table where Dean had left the aspirin and poured out two. She was going to pop them dry when Sam offered her a glass of water. She looked at it suspiciously.

"It's water," Sam reassured her. He didn't blame her and he seriously doubted that Dean was going to let this go. "Look I'm sorry about the prank. I had no idea…"

"I said it was okay Sam," Angela replied as she swallowed the aspirin. "I didn't know since I've never had the stuff before and neither did you or Dean. Though I'm sure he's going to milk it for what its worth or save it for a future prank." She went and grabbed her sweats she slept in and went back into the bathroom. She was out in less than five minutes. She held out Sam's hoodie that she borrowed. "Here."

"Keep it."

"Sam are you trying to tell me I should be wearing dresses more often?" Angela gave a slight smile as she held out the hoodie.

Sam gave a slight chuckle, "Even after getting drunk and hung over in one night you still manage to make a joke out of something as mundane as a hoodie."

"Part of my charm and I really do mean it that this was just a freak accident," Angela replied. She still held out the hoodie urging Sam to take it.

Sam held out his hands to stop her gesture, "It's okay. You can keep it. Looks better on you anyway."

Angela gave a slight laugh, "Sam Winchester, you keep this up I am seriously going to start thinking that you are implying something other than a friendly gesture."

Sam tried not to look like she was a clown that was freaking him out. "Just get some sleep." He walked out the door when something made him stop. He turned around and asked, "What?"

"I said you can call me Angie too if you want. Can't get Dean to stop so if you want…"

Sam didn't say anything but gave a nod. He waited until she closed the door before going to his and Dean's room. It was probably better that she didn't remember the things she said while they were driving back to the motel. If she had known, she probably would have regretted it though she did say a few things that had both Dean and him curious. The fact that she mentioned their dad was something to think about. In fact the way she spoke, it was as almost as if she had known him. It didn't help that she started calling Dean 'John' and started babbling about a hunt. He wasn't one to pry but it made him curious and yet he remembered the conversation he and Angela had before leaving West Point. He had to give her some benefit of a doubt. He said in a whisper, "I hope you trust us enough… Angie."

Angela shut the door and leaned against it. She still felt like shit from her hangover that was probably going to be worse in the morning. Slowly she pulled on Sam's hoodie and snuggled into the warmth it generated. She went about her evening routine of securing the room and placing Absolution in a place that could be easily reached.

"You seem to make friends in the strangest of places."

Angela turned not even shocked. She replied, "The Winchesters are good people Fang Boy. I expect you know that."

"The way they cover your flank, I'm not surprised," Christian replied as he stepped from the shadows. He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Got drunk off soda?"

"Don't ask," Angela replied. "So Fang Boy, are your ass wipes acceptable for the Council dicks?"

Christian sighed, "You know that I dislike that name."

"Too bad."

Christian didn't say anything more. He didn't want to fight with her. He said, "They have been dealt with but that is not why I came. I have something from the Council for you. I was to deliver it verbally the last time we met but…"

Angela stopped moving and crossed her arms. Wearing the hoodie was reassuring and it helped with the headache that was now getting to a dull roar. "Spit it out then."

Christian sighed. There was no going back now. He said, "A demon is starting trouble in Wyoming." He saw the expectant look on Angela's face. He knew she wasn't going to like it. He added, "It is Lenya…"

A/N: And we wrap up The Order of Melchizedek. What's going to happen now that Lenya is up for something? Find out in the next installment Chronicles of Absolution: Darkened Rage...

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