Supernatural: Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things
A/N: Here's the final chapter of this story that'll end with an interesting twist.
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CHAPTER FOUR: A NEW ABILITY?!
"Children in whom was no blemish, but well favoured, and skilful in all wisdom, and cunning in knowledge, and understanding science, and such as had ability in them to stand in the king's palace, and whom they might teach the learning and the tongue of the Chaldeans."
Daniel 1: 4
Freaking out at the sight of her dead roommate, now very much undead, Lindsey broke away from her, screaming, and she ran into the kitchen; Angela followed and picked up a pair of scissors from the counter.
"You know what you did!" she snarled.
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry!" Lindsey cried, cornered by her dead roommate.
"You're not sorry enough!" Angela shrieked as she stabbed at Lindsey with the scissors, but Lindsey ducked. Angela attacked again and Lindsey fell down to the floor. As Angela advanced, preparing to strike again, Lindsey kicked out, and knocked Angela forward onto the scissors, where she went still.
Breathing hard, Lindsey got up, and cautiously shoved Angela's body over and came close to throwing up; the scissors were sticking out of her chest. "God. Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…" she moaned.
Suddenly, Angela's eyes opened; she grabbed Lindsey, who was screaming again, by the hair and pulled the scissors out of her chest. As she pulled them both to a standing position, readying the scissors to stab Lindsey, several shots were fired and Angela convulsed; she staggered around to find the Winchesters behind her. Dean fired the gun again, right in Angela's chest. She screamed and bolted out the window, Dean followed. Meanwhile, Sam and Liz ran to Lindsey, who was curled up on the floor.
"Gotcha. We gotcha."
Dean came back through the window. "Damn, that dead chick can run," he complained.
"What now?" Sam asked while Liz convinced Lindsey to get out of there.
"I say we go have a little chat with Neil," Dean suggested.
Soon the Winchesters were back in the Impala, Sam was in the passenger's seat with the Journal opened, and Liz was in the backseat again, leaning in between her brothers.
"So the silver bullets, they did something, right?" Sam asked, flipping a page.
Dean nodded as he drove. "Yeah, something, but not enough. What else you got?"
Sam flipped a few more pages and found something. "Um, okay, besides silver we have nailing the undead back into their grave beds. It's mentioned a few times. It's probably where the whole vampire staking lore comes from."
"Their grave beds?" Liz asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"Are you serious?" Dean asked, frowning. "And how the hell are we going to get Angela back to the cemetery?" and both Sam and Liz just shrugged.
Neil was sitting in the dark, nervously working on some papers when Dean, Liz, and Sam entered.
"What are you guys doing here?" Neil asked, surprised.
Dean gave him a hard look. "You know, I've heard of people doing some pretty desperate things to get laid, but you - you take the cake."
Neil didn't know what they were talking about, or so it seemed. "Okay. Who are you guys?"
"You might want to ask Angela that question," Dean suggested.
"What?" Neil gave them a black look.
"We know what you did," Sam told him. "The ritual? Everything."
Neil laughed nervously. "You're crazy."
"No we're not," Liz retorted.
"Your girlfriend's past her expiration date and we're crazy?" Dean scoffed. "When someone's gone they should stay gone. You don't mess with that kind of stuff."
"Angela killed Matt," Sam stated. "She tried to kill Lindsey."
Neil shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Having had enough, Dean stomped over to the other side of the desk and hauled Neil up by the collar. "Hey! No more crap, Neil," he snarled. "This blood is on your hands. Now, they and I can make this right, but you've gotta tell us where she is. Tell us!"
"My house," Neil stammered. "She's at my house."
Dean let him go, and then saw several potted plants by the window; they were dead. He exchanged a look with Sam and Liz, and then looked at Neil. "You sure about that?"
Neil nodded, looking around nervously; Dean looked past him to a closet, which was partly opened, and he raised his voice slightly.
"Listen. It doesn't really matter where she is," he said evenly. "There's only one way to stop her. We've got to perform another ritual over her grave, to reverse the one that you did. We're going to need some black root, some, some scar weed, some candles…it's very complicated, but it'll get the job done. She'll be dead again in a couple hours. I think you should come with us." But Neil didn't move. "I'm serious, Neil. Leave with us. Right now."
Neil shook his head. "No. No."
Dean leaned in, resting his hands on the desk, and lowered his voice again. "Listen to me. Get out of here as soon as you can. But most of all do your best to be cool. No sudden movements. Don't make her mad." He then straightened and turned to his siblings. "Let's go." And they left.
Swallowing hard, Neil went to the closet and opened it, and sure enough, Angela was there with her arms wrapped around her chest in a protective manner.
"You said you'd stay in the house," he said accusingly.
"Sorry," Angela apologized. "I just needed to see you. Neil, please. You have to help me." And she lowered her arms to show the stab and bullet wounds, which had healed, but were covered with gray dead skin.
Neil cringed. "Oh, god."
"Come with me to the cemetery," Angela pleaded, having heard everything. "Neil, they're trying to kill me. We have to stop them."
Neil swallowed. "You mean kill them." And his face paled when she nodded. "It's true. Matt and Lindsey."
"They hurt me!" Angela exclaimed. "If you love me you'll make sure nobody hurts me again. Take me to the cemetery. And then all this will be over. We can start new lives, together."
Neil reluctantly nodded. "Okay. God help me, but okay. I'll go get the car. Just - just wait here." Grabbing his jacket he left.
Once in the parking lot, Neil hurried to his car, and he was panting. He dropped the keys when he tried to open the car; picking them up, he stood, and Angela was there, making him gasp.
Angela cocked her head slightly. "Neil, you look nervous."
Neil shook his head. "No, I'm - I'm fine."
Angela frowned, noticing that he was sweating. "Were you going to leave me?"
"No, of course not," Neil protested.
"You were, weren't you?!" Angela gasped. "How could you? Neil, I loved you!"
"Angela–" Neil began, but Angela didn't let him speak; she grabbed his head and wrenched it; with a crunch, his neck broke and he fell to the ground dead.
At the cemetery, the Winchesters were gathered around Angela's empty grave, and they were lighting candles.
"You really think this is going to work?" Sam asked, wincing as his headache got worse, and his siblings gave him concern looks.
"No, not really," Dean admitted. "But it was the only thing I could come up with."
Liz was about to ask Sam about his headache when they heard a noise, and they nodded to each other. Sam stood and pulled a gun from the small of his back; he stalked in the direction of the sound. Some distance away, he froze, hearing something behind him; he turned, and pointed the gun at Angela.
"Wait! It's not what you think," Angela protested, her hands raised slightly. "I didn't ask to be brought back. But it's still me. I'm still a person. Please."
Sam didn't believe her and fired the gun, hitting her square in the forehead. She screamed and her head snapped back; not wasting any time, he bolted back towards the grave. Halfway there, Angela tackled him, and he landed hard on the ground, hurting his hand; she was reaching for his head when Liz tackled her.
"Leave my brother alone!"
Angela grunted and slugged Liz across the face, knocking her down; growling, she stood, grabbed Liz by her throat, and lifted her into the air-
"Put my sister down!" Sam shouted, and to his shock, Angela did let Liz go, and his headache began to fade. "Back away." And Angela did back away, utter confusion on her face.
Surprised by this, Dean took advantage of the moment and fired at her, causing Angela to stagger backward. He shot her several more times until she fell straight back into the open grave, landing in the empty coffin; he grabbed a long metal stake and ran to the grave, sliding the last length on his knees and diving into the coffin. Ignoring her plead for him to wait, he buried the stake in her chest, pinning her in; she screamed, and then went limp. Dean pulled back, panting.
"What's dead should stay dead."
By the time the sun began rising, the Winchesters finished patting down the dirt over the grave.
"Rest in peace," Sam said, wincing at the pain in his right hand.
"Yeah. For good this time, okay?" Dean added.
They turned away, heading for the car, and Sam grunted as he lifted the shovel over one shoulder.
"You know, that whole fake ritual thing, luring Angela into the cemetery? Pretty sharp," he remarked.
Dean beamed. "Thanks."
"But did we have to use me as bait?" Sam asked.
"I figured you were more her type," Dean joked, wincing when Liz kicked his leg. "You know, she had pretty crappy taste in guys."
Sam groaned. "I think she broke my hand."
Dean laughed. "You're just too fragile. We'll get it looked at later. Sam…when did you become a Jedi?"
Sam blinked. "What?"
"Last night, you told that zombie chick to let Liz go, and she did," Dean explained.
"Yeah, and she even backed off when you told her to," Liz added, gingerly rubbing her sore neck.
"Oh…um, it just happened and my headache stopped," Sam answered. "I guess I have a mind control power now."
Both Dean and Liz sighed, realizing what Sam meant. Great, a new power to control.
"I'm probably gonna regret saying this," Dean sighed. "But Liz and I will help you learn how to control your new ability."
"What?!" Liz yelped.
"You sure?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded. "Yeah, just don't make us do anything too embarrassing, okay?" and Sam promised; he wasn't surprised that Liz didn't like the idea, since it probably meant they both would soon be victims of several pranks of doom.
Dean then paused and turned back to their mom's grave and looked at it, think.
"You want to stay for a while?" Sam asked.
Dean shook his head, the moment passing. "No."
They dropped their things in the trunk of the car, got in, and they pulled out of town.
Driving along, Dean was scowling, and both Sam and Liz were looking at him, concerned. Suddenly, Dean pulled the car across the road to stop in the opposite shoulder; he got out and sat on the hood, and both Sam and Liz followed.
"Dean, what is it?"
"You okay?"
Dean shook his head, but didn't look at them. "I'm sorry."
Sam was confused. "You - for what?"
"What're you talking about, Dean?" Liz asked, equally confused.
Dean sighed, still not looking at them. "The way I've been acting," he answered as his siblings sat on the hood, close but not touching. "And for Dad. He was your dad too."
"Dean, what're you gettin' at?" Sam asked, not sure if he liked where this was going.
Dean swallowed, but he explained the best he could. "Dad made that deal to save the three of us and I – we couldn't stop that," he explained. "And you both are right, I've been acting like a jerk…I feel responsible for that happening."
Liz groaned, got up, and moved so that she could face her twin. "Dean, listen to me," she said seriously. "It wasn't your fault that Azazel possessed me and kidnapped Sam, and we all did everything that we could, including the BAU team, to keep dad from making that deal, but he chose to make that deal, Dean, and the three of us are still here, together, to look out for each other."
Dean stared at Liz for several seconds and then did something unexpected; he grabbed both Liz and Sam, and pulled them into a big hug, and all three of them cried, mourning for their dad, and strengthened their bond as a family at the same time.
A/N: Another zombie bites the dust and normal life goes on…sort of. R&R everyone!