Chapter 5

It was a nice day out. The sky was bright blue with white fluffy clouds in the sky. The buildings were tall and looked clean. The river could be seen from the tower and looked pretty. Angela looked at the sight as she held her bear Samadean close by. She looked at the red tiles of the rooftops along with the wood and rocks. She could see people walking and on horses and carriages.

She was standing on the edge of a beam that was jutting out and looking out. The breeze filtered through and made her hair blow like a flag. Her long, dark locks flittered in the breeze. It was a pretty place and it felt familiar. She couldn't remember but it felt right.

A sound caught Angela's attention and she turned to see the pretty lady she had seen before in previous dreams. She was wearing clothes like a man. They weren't the clothes she had seen the pretty ladies on the ground wearing. The pretty lady was wearing gauntlets that had an interesting pattern on it and a cape. Her dark hair was braided and pinned up. Briefly Angela wondered if it were possible that her Sammy could do that. She would have to draw a picture for him.

The pretty lady walked to the edge of the roof and said, "Seems the Borgia are making life hell."

"That is usually the way of things when people are corrupt and abuse their power." A man wearing black stood beside the pretty lady. He wore gloves on his hand and had a sword at his belt and a knife big like Dean's knife. He waved his hand over the city. "Roma is a seat of power. There are many that seek to take it for themselves, both those that are in plain sight and those that attack from the shadows."

"An enemy that cannot be seen is usually the worst." The pretty lady overlooked the city before looking at the man. "Who is it that we hunt, Father? The Borgia?"

"The Borgia are merely the visible sign of the problem. It is a human one and the people will need to rise up, Bambina," the man said. "Our problem is the force behind it. We fight that which cannot be seen."

"Saving people, hunting things… the family business," the lady said with a slight smile as she fingered the sword at her belt. It turned into a full smile when her father smiled back at her. "As long as the people are safe, right Father?"

"Indeed, Bambina. Life is precious."

The pretty lady sobered a bit and looked down. Then looking at the landscape she asked, "And Mother?"

"Life is precious. We are born, we live, we die… It is the same for us as it is your mother." The man looked at the pretty lady. "Because we live the life we have, we feel that we have all the time in the world but be careful of that assumption."

"Because life can be taken as quickly as it is given," the lady replied. She looked at the city of Rome as the sun was starting to set. She watched the people as they were doing their business. "And what of those who slaughter people for their whims like the Borgia and those that we fight?"

"Sometimes bloodshed is necessary. The Bible speaks of bloodshed and cleansing of blood. True that it involves salvation spiritually but it is a reminder that no one is clean. Blood is spilled to even things out."

"And those that slaughter wantonly… they are seeking to disrupt the balance. They have little to no respect for life."

"It is true, Bambina," the man said. He smiled gently at his daughter. "But there are some who are on the side we fight against but they understand that in order for life to exist, there needs to be a balance. We can't be rid of all evil."

"That whole balance thing right?"

"Indeed," the man replied. "But you need to focus on achieving your own personal balance. You're still out of balance."

"I am not."

The man smirked at the lady and tapped her nose before giving a slight push. He chuckled when she stumbled. "See what I mean Bambina? Only when you are certain within will you be certain out there. But enough lecture. Come, we must meet an old friend of mine." He walked towards the edge of the roof and leapt off.

Angela watched as the man and the lady jumped off the edge where she had been earlier. She peered over the edge to find that they were leaping down to jump across the rooftops. She blinked in fascination as they ran along the rooftops. It looked like fun to do.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Angela turned to see a lady. She didn't like her. She looked pretty except for the ugly scar on her cheek but there was something off about the lady. She backed away slightly clutching her bear but her eyes never left the newcomer. "What youse want?"

Lenya smiled at the little girl. She heard the story from Damion but she had a hard time believing that it was true. Now here was the result right in front of her. She smiled and replied, "I came to see you my dear little sister."

"Youse not my sister," Angela spat back. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. There was only one person she had as a sister and that was Jo. This lady was not her sister.

"Oh but I am little sister," Lenya replied as she inched forward. She kneeled to get a better look at Angela. She peered at her. "Amazing. I didn't believe it but now I do. You know you've been very hard to find."

"I don't knows you." Angela was not liking where this conversation was going. She backed up, wishing that Sam or Dean was there.

"Oh you do," Lenya replied as she peered at the little girl. "It's just that it is tucked away in that pretty little head of yours." She pointed at Angela's head. "That and everything you know about me. A shame that you can't remember the good times we had."

"I don't know you. Go away."

"Now you see I can't do that." Lenya stood up and started walked towards Angela. She was amused at the expression but also hurt by it. Whoever did this knew what they were doing and she immediately thought of the delicious things she could do. It would especially torment Sam and Dean if anything were to happen to Angela in this state. "You have something that I want and it is locked in that head of yours. Unfortunately I can't do anything until you tell me where you are."

"Stay away. Go away," Angela barked. She had her eyes narrowed as she stepped near the edge where the pretty lady had been earlier. "Leave me alone."

"Not until I get what I want." Lenya took another step forward and looked at Angela. This was just like the good old days. A little restricted, but still just as fun. "Now be a good little sister and tell me where you are. Then I'll come and get you and you can help me find what I need and is in that pretty head of yours."

"No."

"You will tell me."

"No." Angela stood firm even though she was scared. She didn't like this woman and she wanted her to go away. Plus she thought that the woman was not good but bad, like the bad that tried to take Jesse.

Lenya was not patient. Normally there would have been more with an adult version but this was getting ridiculous. She decided to be her usual self. "You will tell me where you are holed up or I will take Sam Winchester and peel flesh from his bones. I told you he will be ours."

What happened next startled Lenya as she was suddenly pushed aside and not by a pair of hands. She stumbled and looked at the little girl who was getting visibly angry. Her eyes were glowing orbs and her hair started to flutter. Lenya wasn't sure whether to flee or not but she was getting the distinct feeling that she had woken up something that was going to reap dire consequences later.

Angela was glaring full on at the demon. That mean lady said she was going to hurt Sam, her Sammy. That was not acceptable. "Youse not hurts Sammy!"

"You said that before, little sister," Lenya replied with a feral grin. She was wary but she was liking this. Maybe there was another way around this and she could have fun with it in the process. "But it is inevitable. Sammy will be ours and Dean… well… Let's just say that he'll play for the angels but in the end it will be messy and there is nothing that you can do about it." Lenya looked at the little girl. The look she was getting had her wondering if the girl understood what was being seen. "You understand what I am saying?"

Angela looked up at Lenya. She didn't like her and she was mad. From her understanding that lady wanted to get Sam and she figured that meant to hurt him. Now she wanted to hurt Dean. That was not good. She didn't like that. She narrowed her eyes at the demon; she really didn't like that lady.

Lenya wasn't sure of what to make of the expression except to see it as defiance of a sort. It was the same look she saw in the pit with her. She took a step forward and was pleased when the little girl took a step back. So there was a little child in there. While they were pesky things they were interesting. She was going to have some fun and took a step and watched as Angela took another step back. "You do understand what I'm saying."

"Youse bad. You go away." Angela still had narrowed eyes but she was taking steps back and was close to the edge. Another step and she would fall.

"Not until I have what I want." Lenya smiled as she stood there looking at Angela. This was just too much fun.

"No."

"Yes."

"No, you ugly scar fweak."

Lenya went from smiling to scowling and it wasn't pretty. With a swoop, she essentially had Angela pinned. The only way out was for her to jump. Lenya got close and grabbed Angela. Her eyes turned white as she snarled, "This is how it's going to be brat. You come to me or your precious Sam and Dean are dead. Scratch that. They will die!"

Angela had enough. With a growl that was almost animal like she punched Lenya in the face, forcing her back. She was angry as she shouted, "Youse not hurt my Sammy n Deanie. Youse not hurt my family. Go away!" She pushed with her hand and a flash of like emerged from her hand.

Angela opened her eyes and clutched her teddy close to her chest. She felt her whole body shaking, not sure what had happened. She never did anything like that in her sleeps before. She told that white eyed lady that she wasn't to hurt her family and then… It scared her especially what she did and how mad she was.

Sitting up, she saw that she was in her room at Bobby's house. She remembered that she had been sleepy and fell asleep in the Impala. She vaguely recalled it was Dean that carried her because of the smell of pie. Now it looked scary and it was brought on by her dream.

Sliding off the bed, her feet hit the floor with a dull thud. She looked around to find that Cerebus and Lilah were not in her room. She opened the door to find Lilah outside the door with a plaintive expression. Immediately she hugged the huge wolf hound and whispered, "Had bad sleeps Lilah. Mean lady."

The dog moaned a bit at that and Angela held onto the neck while hugging the bear. It helped the little girl feel a little better. She rubbed her face in the fur and murmured, "Needs to find Sammy, Lilah."

Lilah got to her feet and followed the little girl as she wandered the hall. Angela padded slowly as she looked at the hall. She was familiar with the house but with everything, it felt different. She kept remembering the lady with the white eyes until she turned and saw the lady. It wasn't real but it looked like it and Angela couldn't help but yelp. She grabbed Lilah around the neck and buried her face into the fur and started to cry.

Lilah gave a moan as if to comfort but Angela kept shedding tears. Lilah got down and Angela went with her. They stayed in the hallway with Angela shedding tears until Sam found them. From there it was Angela babbling about the lady with the white eyes and that she was mean with Sam trying to calm her down in the living room until morning.

"I'm gonna gank that bitch and rip her lungs out."

"Dean." Sam knew that his being calm was unusual since all he wanted to do was to make Lenya suffer for tormenting Angela. He had spent nearly two to three hours trying to console her after finding her in the hallway nearly hugging to death Lilah and crying. He hated it when she cried especially when he did that but even more so when someone like Lenya did that.

She babbled about a mean lady with white eyes for the first twenty minutes after he brought her downstairs so she wouldn't wake Dean. Like that would matter since Dean joined them not too long afterwards. It didn't take much for either of them to put together that she was talking about Lenya. The only other demon that was a white-eyed bitch was Lilith and Sam ganked her… and in so doing broke the last seal and now they were in this mess.

Eventually she told them that she had been watching the pretty lady from her sleeps when the mean lady with the white eyes came. She explained as best as she could in her four year old tone that the lady with the white eyes said she had something in her head and wanted it back. When Angela said that she told the lady no, the lady got mean and started saying that she was going to hurt Sam and Dean. She was whimpering when she said it and was about ready to cry again but she didn't, deciding to hide her face in Sam's shirt.

That alone was enough to have Dean ready to go hunting even though he had no clue as to where Lenya was holed up. He had a bone to pick with her mostly because of his time in hell but at the moment it was because she dared to scare his girl and make her cry. That was the equivalent of bullies picking on Sam when they were kids. It pissed him off and he wanted to beat something to a pulp. At least he managed to calm down enough to actually make a glass of warmed milk with a smidge of vanilla in it and give it to her. He had no idea what to do and it seemed like a good idea at the time since beer was obviously out of the question.

Angela accepted the milk and drank it all. It allowed for a couple of laughs since she ended up with a milk mustache that Sam wiped off gently. It took a while to get her to go back to sleep. She was tired but scared. She was scared of seeing the white-eyed lady again. It had both Winchesters do an inward groan when she begged, "Make the white eyes go away, Sammy. Keep her away please, Deanie."

In the end she was so tired that she fell asleep on Sam's lap until she shifted to be scrunched in between them on the couch. When she woke up, she appeared to not have remembered that but they knew better. She kept coming up to them at random intervals and giving them hugs. She also stayed by Lilah and Cerebus, hugging them and running her fingers through their fur.

They told Bobby what happened and he pretty much had the same reaction. He was pissed beyond belief. It was bad enough that she was tormented as an adult but as a child? It was unforgiveable and he was with Dean when he said he wanted to rip the bitch's lungs out. It was a difficult time since Sam was the one trying to be the peace keeper.

"Admit it Sam, this bitch pushed too far," Bobby insisted.

"I know," Sam countered, "Believe me. There is nothing I want to do more than to give this bitch what she deserves." He glanced towards the other room of the shed that was actually like a small house.

They had decided to meet in the one place that would be suicide to try and launch an attack since it was full of surprises if you weren't careful. It was the area of the salvage yard that Bobby gave to Angela as a joke and told her to go play when she stayed with him those three months. She turned it into a training area and built the house she called the shed and it stayed since then. No one really knew what to expect inside the shed except maybe something akin to a meth lab setup since she did come up with her concoctions that did taste better than the ass tasting medicine crap. Sam knew there was at least a shower in there.

Angela was in the room that was pretty much a bedroom and playing with the dogs. They told her to stay there and she agreed. She huddled on the bed and the dogs surrounded her. She wasn't going to move anytime soon. It bothered Sam that her sense of security had been pretty much shattered and it felt like a failure on his part. Ever since he said he was sorry, he had been trying to make this up to her and it seemed like he was failing every damn time. This… someone needed to pay.

"Well problem is that we don't have any idea where she is. And we have the concern about these damn keys you were telling me about." Bobby looked around, surprised at what she had managed to do to the property he gave her to play with. He regretted being sharp with her when she fixed the house up to make it more accessible.

"That's not important, Bobby," Dean interjected. He was still spitting mad and was getting frustrated that they just couldn't take off. "The main problem is that this bitch broke the last straw. I'm gonna go out there and give what is coming to her."

"Nice plan genius," Bobby deadpanned, "But how are ya gonna find her. Kess? Oh wait I remember, she has Kess."

"Kess wouldn't do anything. The kid would die before that would happen," Dean pointed out.

Sam had been sitting quietly thinking. He was wondering how Lenya managed to find Angela. If anything the whole thing reminded him of how he and Angela first met. He had been dreaming then and he was insistent that she was invading his dreams. That he was certain since it was the same one he had ever since before he met her. He thought it was his dream and she was invading it but she insisted that it was hers and she said… "Morpheus."

Dean and Bobby were busy arguing over Kesset that they didn't hear him. Sam looked up at them and said louder, "Guys. Hey!"

"What Sam?" Bobby and Dean asked the question in unison. It was almost as comical as when Sam and Dean spoke at the same time and the exact same thing.

Sam took a breath and said one word, "Morpheus."

"Who?" Dean looked confused at that. "The guy from the Matrix?"

"No ya idjit, the god Morpheus," Bobby corrected.

Dean looked at Bobby and then at Sam. "Okay then what about it?"

Sam rolled his eyes slightly at that. Then he remembered that Dean never really interacted with the god of dreams. If he did, more likely he wouldn't remember and after that… He explained, "Morpheus is the god of dreams. He controls the realm where all dreams are made. Good dreams, bad, nightmares."

"Whoa, whoa, so this guy controls my dreams?" Dean looked at Sam trying to piece it together, "Cause I know that Angie can manipulate dreams. She showed me once what she used to do to demons."

"That's dream walking like we did with the African dream root." Sam tried to think of how to explain it. "Morpheus controls the realm, sort of upholds the rules. Dreamers shape the world when they dream. It's why Angie can do pretty much what she wants."

"Including sifting through her memories," Dean replied as it started to make some sense.

"But they are coming out as dreams."

"Well explains how she knows about the stuff you need for the case. She sees herself doing what she did but she doesn't recognize herself." Bobby mused on that. There were some answers to some of the questions that had popped up.

"But that doesn't explain what you're getting at Sam."

Sam clicked his tongue slightly in exasperation. "Dean, Lenya can't find Angie because she's branded like us. They can't find us unless we tell them. The only way to reach someone is through their dreams."

"Sonofabitch," Dean exclaimed when it clicked. "She was trying to get Angie to reveal where we were by finding her in her dreams."

"And then scare her into telling by threatening you two," Bobby finished. "That is downright low."

"But Angie didn't tell her anything." Dean remembered what Angela had babbled about once her exhaustion started to take over. "Instead she made the bitch go away. She must have used her mojo and then… what we have now."

"You think she would know how to do that?" Bobby looked at Dean with a slight frown. True they had seen Angela do things especially when they gave the report on what she did to the demon that was trying to make Jesse go dark side. But it came down to how much she knew and remembered and from what they observed, it wasn't much.

"Instinct," Dean offered with a shrug. At the look he was getting he explained, "Well she doesn't remember all the hunts we did and what she learned the last five centuries except a dream here and there. She only goes by what she feels is right. And plus she thought Sam here was in trouble. She got pissed like the last time with Lilith."

Sam blinked at that. True he had seen her get pissed when they both were hurt. He remembered what happened to Joseph but that whole thing when he tried to deal with Lilith and they met Chuck? Was that because of him and not the kid she was with? It asked more questions than answers. He could ask her when she was her normal size but…

"So what do we do now? Ask Morpheus to track Lenya down?"

"Nah, he'll argue the whole thing on rules. At least he doesn't sound like a dick like the feathered dicks." Dean started pacing. He had calmed down enough to try and start thinking of a plan.

"An apt description Dean," Akira's voice entered. She was standing in the doorway with Christian and Sasha, who looked happy to see the pack. "Morpheus won't help unless he feels the need to. You could appeal to the queen. She's more receptive to being asked for help."

"Or…" Christian interjected, "We could just follow the source… using Angie."

All three hunters jumped on that quickly, "Hell no."

"It is a plausible plan," Castiel interjected as he appeared in the house.

All five occupants of the room looked at the angel. It was going to be a long discussion and it wasn't going to be a pretty one. Dean was the first to speak, "Cas…"

A/N: Looks like Lenya was trying to get to Angie through her dreams and it is pissing the Winchesters off. Sounds like a possible plan in the works but they don't like it. Stay tuned for next time on Memory Resolved...