Chapter 6

Angela looked around the place and checked her watch. She couldn't help but smile since it was the one Dean gave her for her birthday. It was the only one she had ever owned and she liked to think the world was telling her something since it hadn't been broken yet. She was surprised that she had lost a chunk of time going through that memory and she ended up in a different location. "Oh boy. Dean's gonna be pissed," she muttered as she looked around.

Deciding the best bet was to head back down to the lobby and then try to call, she traveled down the hall. The chilled feeling she had gotten didn't go away and she was certain something else was going on. She held onto her chakram and moved slowly. She had to tell Sam and Dean that it wasn't Leticia Gore but the three boys.

She entered in a room that looked like a parlor and saw the little boy from before. She looked at him and he said, "My mommy was sent away."

Angela realized that Leticia had been salted and burned. She was too late. She continued to stare at the boy, not realizing that one of the actors, the girl that was playing Leticia, had come in. She didn't even see the girl until she looked up when she screamed. She then looked at the boy.

"Why did they send my mommy away?"

Angela was about to say something but Sam and Dean came up followed by Cerebus and they were telling the girl to get downstairs. She was not in a position to be seen but she saw them. They looked at the boy sitting on the ground, holding his head and revealing the injury he received that killed him.

"Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?"

Dean was the first to respond, "Maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How about some thanks."

Sam cleared his throat at that. He gave a little shake of his head. If they got this kid pissed off, there was no telling what he would do.

"What? I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while," Dean protested.

"And Leticia didn't do that to him," Angela said, earning a surprised look from them.

"And where the hell have you been?" Dean was well aware that now was not the time but he couldn't help it.

"Around," Angela countered, her tone taking a slight edge. She sensed the others and the chill down her spine was hardly pleasant. "Look she didn't do it."

"Then who did?" Sam looked at Angela, giving a quick look over to make sure that she was okay. He was relieved that she wasn't hurt and she didn't seem to be worse for the wear.

Angela was going to say something as she glanced back at the boy. At that moment he disappeared as she picked up the slight feeling of fear. She then sensed it, unaware that her eyes flickered in response. "Oh no," she whispered before taking off.

Had it not been a serious situation, it would have had Dean more or less going all Dean Inquisition on her. This was not the case though as he and Sam followed the hell mutt as he followed Angela who was moving at a fast pace through the halls. "What the hell Sam?"

"Just keep up."

All of a sudden, they heard a guy screaming and yelling in German. It prompted Angela to move faster. She rounded the corner and came across the body. It was the guy that had a lot to criticize about the Supernatural books. She made a slight face of disappointment. She was joined by Sam and Dean. "We've got a problem," she said.

"Yeah no shit," Dean muttered.

Angela looked at the body and thought about what their next move was going to be since they were on lockdown. That was usually the case and given what she had seen the past couple of hours… She put her hands on her hips since there was the issue with the now dead body. That was going to be difficult to explain. Right now they had to make sure the civilians were safe.

Sam studied her and was going to say something when Kesset came up asking, "Where is it?"

Dean turned and expected a full on Avian rampage but didn't get it. Still he had to make sure that the kid was calm. "Whoa there Kess. We're good."

"I know that Dean," Kesset replied as he adjusted his jacket and looked around. His gaze barely flickered over the dead body. "My concern is for someone else."

"Good thing, cause we got a problem, Kess," Angela said as she turned to look at the Avian. "And I'm gonna need a guardian tonight."

"You have it, princess. Always." Kesset looked full on at Angela, his eyes locking with hers. To an outsider it looked like they were challenging each other. In reality, she was merely reasserting her position within the royal family and making sure the Avian acknowledged Sam and Dean. "What is it you wish me to do?"

Sam looked at Kesset but didn't feel threatened by the gaze he was giving. He knew that Kesset was devoted to Angela in terms of protecting her and he accepted that. So he was comfortable with him and Dean was too. It was just nerve wracking now that they knew what Avians were capable of especially when roused to extreme anger.

With the current situation, Sam saw how helpful Kesset could be. His mild countenance at times as well as the firm looks could keep the people safe. He looked at him, "We need you to protect the people."

Kesset looked at Sam and then to Angela for confirmation. She nodded, "There's three ghosts loose. We need you to make sure the people stay within the…" She looked around to think. She then remembered and snapped her fingers, "Keep them in the auditorium. Do not let them cross the salt barrier once we lay it down."

Kesset listened and nodded, "I will do as you command, princess."

"And we really got to work on you not… never mind." Angela waved her hand since it wasn't important really. She looked at the scalped fan. There wasn't much to do about it at the moment. "And figure out a way to get out and get to the bones."

"First off," Sam put in, "How are we going to make sure that everyone else is safe?"

Dean had an idea but he didn't want to say it. Still he had to even though it was probably going to be painful. "Well, Chuck can keep the folks busy."

"After what you two probably said?" Angela looked at Dean.

Dean had to admit that she didn't miss a beat when it came to the things they did. "Hey you know where we stand." He cleared his throat since it was hardly the time or the place to argue about this. He tried to not look embarrassed as he continued, "But since Chuck is the guy that everyone thinks has been a genius writing about us…" He looked at Angela that clearly said that he wasn't going to say anything more. She could get it.

"Okay then. Let's round up everyone," Angela said. "Sam, talk to Chuck. Kesset, man the door and Dean let's get these people into one location."

"Fine you bossy nag," Dean teased but went along with it. "Come on hell on four legs. Maybe you might be able to scare a few." He patted Cerebus on the shoulder to indicate he should follow. He was followed by Kesset and he immediately began asking him about his girl.

Angela shook her head. "I think I put you guys into bad habits with all the joking around."

"It's been a long day," Sam offered as he followed her. There wasn't much they could do for the body so they left it for now. "And it's not like… you know."

Angela hummed in her throat at what Sam had meant even though he didn't voice it. She walked the hall and looked around and her fingers ran along the wood. She could feel the grain and it felt like when she was traveling the memory she had been exposed to.

Sam was quiet for a moment. He then asked, "Where were you Angie?"

"I was here," Angela replied after thinking for a moment. "I went to the attic and spoke to the boy who got scalped. We had an interesting conversation."

"You talked to him?"

Angela paused and turned to look at Sam. "He showed me what happened." She frowned slightly as she continued, almost as if she were thinking about things as she said them. "I wasn't afraid or anything. We just talked. He said I needed to see."

"But we were in the attic. You weren't there and it was clear to Cerebus that you went up that way." Sam was aware that it sounded silly that he made it seem like the dog actually old him where she had gone. "He was sitting and looking up and whining."

"I know. I told him to say behind and to keep the fans out. I figured that if something were pissed, I didn't want anyone not prepared to be hurt." Angela gave a slight shrug and turned to continue towards the stairs. "But I went to the attic and then ended up in the halls."

"And no one saw you?"

"It's not the first time something like that happened. At least I think that was the case." Angela cleared her throat since she knew that she paved the way for more questions from Sam. She expected it from him. She headed him off and continued, "It is possible for someone to be caught in a temporal/spatial vortex. And that sounded really sci-fi. Anyway it is possible and it could be that we passed by each other at some point but didn't see each other. Maybe felt something like one would a ghost's presence before the usual."

As farfetched as it sounded, it made sense. Sam noticed that Angela appeared confused as she tried to explain how she ended up from the attic and into a parlor room and managed to avoid being seen for the last couple of hours. While he had an explanation, he didn't like that she had to go through all that again. She had already lost a chunk of time and couldn't remember it. This was different on some level but it was still the same. "So you think that happened to you?"

"Must have since I know I worried you guys and I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Sam said as they walked down the stairs. "I'm just glad that you're okay. Really." He offered a reassuring smile before going to tell Chuck the bad news.

Angela watched as Sam went to go do his part. Something had changed and it had to have happened at the time when she wouldn't remember. It explains why it appeared so sudden but it still made her nervous. And yet… she was calmed by it. She was still annoyed by the overprotectiveness but it was something she couldn't and would rather not change. She still didn't know what that meant but she could make the effort to work with it. She turned and started herding the hotel staff into the auditorium.

"Do we really have to?"

She looked at the maid she was escorting and said, "Please." She was asking them to humor her and she didn't even think about what Dean was saying to convince them. She joined him at the door as he was promising the concierge that it was going to be a helluva show. She looked at him and asked, "You think?"

"Chuck can pull it off," Dean offered. "After Sam tells him it's life and death serious."

"And I have no idea why I hang out with you two."

"Because I'm cute," Dean shot back.

"More like adorable… like a puppy," Angela replied with a smirk.

"I thought so too," Kate said as she entered. She was the last to come in with Kesset. She looked at Dean and said, "Thanks for what you do. You and your brother."

Angela raised her brow and looked at Dean. He was looking surprised. She said nothing but looked back at Kate as she explained, "I figured it out from the books and after everything regarding a little girl."

Dean watched her enter followed by Kesset. The Avian paused long enough to let them know that he would keep an eye out. Dean noticed that Kesset put his hand around Kate's waist and raised a brow at that. Definitely things were weird this day.

"The three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians," Angela explained as she glanced nervously towards the stage. "They scalped Leticia's son and killed him."

"And you saw all this?"

"I know it sounds highly unlikely…"

Dean had been listening to Angela's story while trying to take in the fact that Sam was calm about it. He surmised that Angela told him first and he was okay with it. "Unlikely yeah. You disappeared while we were burning the old lady's corpse and whatever it was."

Angela made a slight face at that since it pretty much summed everything up. It wasn't like she could lie about it. And the truth was sometimes even harder to swallow than a lie. She nodded and continued, "I saw it and to make the technical stuff simple, I was still in the building just… like what Cas does when he doesn't want to be seen."

It made sense on some level and Dean could accept that. "Okay so after the three brats kill the kid, Mom catches them in the act, flips out, slices them and dices herself."

"Pretty much," Angela replied nodded as she looked up at the ceiling more to get a read on the building. The chill was still there but with the salt lines, things would be okay for the time being. She noticed Kesset standing near the back and looking reading to literally pick up and put anyone who moved back into their seat. "Which means…"

"Which means that we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the place," Sam finished.

"And Leticia was keeping them under control," Dean surmised, "Until we took her out. Smooth move on our part."

"You didn't know that was the story," Angela offered softly.

"Yeah but we should have looked harder," Dean pointed out. "So there is only one thing left to do."

"Get back to the cemetery and torch the kids' bones." Sam nodded in agreement while glancing at Angela. "Thing is… how? We're trapped and we don't even have our guns."

Sam had a point. In fact the only thing that they did have was the salt and whatever it was Angela was carrying and at the moment it was her chakram and knife. Dean had to hand one good thing to Chuck's books and that was making his girl wield exotic enough weapons that most would assume that they were replicas. He pointed out, "Well Angie has her gear."

"Not really ghost hunting material," Angela replied as she directed her attention back to the conversation. "Besides, the ghosts that are running the joint are only scared of one thing."

"True," Dean pointed out. Then he got an idea. "Exactly Angie. You're brilliant." He turned to head to the crowd, looking for someone.

Angela blinked and asked, "Did I miss something?"

"Uh…" Sam looked at Angela. There was nothing more to say since Dean had managed to weed out the girl that was playing the part of Leticia Gore. He got what Dean was after and it was clear that Angela did once she put aside her confusion.

Angela caught up with Dean to catch what he was trying to convince her to do. She could tell that the girl wasn't quite buying it and it was evident when she asked what they wanted her to do in disbelief. She stepped as Dean said, "You're an actress. All we want you to do is act."

"I work at Hooters in Toledo. You can forget it," the girl said.

"You'll be safe. We promise," Sam replied. "This is really important."

The girl still wasn't convinced by it. It certainly wasn't helping their case just as the two that helped out Sam and Dean earlier came up and offered their help. Angela stepped forward and took the girl aside and said in a low tone that was gentle but firm; firm enough to relay the seriousness of the situation, "I know it's asking a lot out of you but we need you to do this."

"This is crazy though. Real ghosts?"

Angela had seen the looks before so she knew how to deal with it. She put a hand gently on the girl's shoulder and replied, "I know it sounds like a boatful of crazy. Believe me I thought it was crazy too." She paused just a moment to let it sink in a little before continuing, "But it is very real and what I am asking you to do… it will help."

The silence that followed would have been unnerving to some but Angela was not. She merely stared and waited for the girl to think about it and come to a decision. She wasn't surprised that there was a silence. It usually happened when the veil was lifted.

"You really believe in this stuff, don't you?"

Angela nodded, "It's very real."

"I don't…" The girl started to walk away.

Angela knew that it was a gamble but she thought it was worth the risk. She grabbed the girl's arm gently and pulled her to face her. "Please," she implored, "I know it's a lot but…" She let her eyes flare. "This is very real."

"Your eyes…"

"I know," Angela countered. At least she wasn't screaming and running towards the nuthouse. "The point is that there are things out there that are like me. And like me… these ghosts are real. I'm not gonna lie and say that there is no risk. But if you do what we need you to do and play Leticia Gore, the risk to you is reduced and will give us a chance to make this right for everyone."

The girl looked at Angela. Angela knew she needed to think but they didn't have a whole lot of time. Still she would give her time for this. She just added, "I know it's a lot to ask but…" She looked at the girl with a look that conveyed much.

In the meantime, Sam and Dean had been distracted by the two guys they had went with to burn Leticia's remains. They had come up and offered their help. Dean went to work on trying to convince them to stand down since this wasn't a game. Yet they were insistent. They said that they were scared shitless but if there were people in danger, they wanted to help.

Dean had to admit that he was surprised and thought they were nuts. He and Sam he could understand since that was their job. He understood Angela because it wasn't just her job; it was who she was. These guys… he asked, "Why would you want to do that?"

"Because it's what Sam and Dean would do."

It was a simple answer and it was the thing he and Sam would do. It had Dean think about it for a moment as he stared at the two. It seemed that they understood the risks and they still wanted to do it. The upside was that they would have a couple pairs of extra hands.

While Dean was talking to them, Sam was going to attempt 'the puppy dog thing' on the girl. He wasn't going to lie that it was a method that worked in most cases and he had been the victim of the puppy dog thing as well. He just didn't like getting called out in front of strangers about it. It really wasn't a time to quibble about it so he went to do it only to find Angela and the girl talking and the girl was nodding in agreement. He approached just as Angela turned and was greeted by a brief smile followed by, "She's gonna help us."

It took a full second for Sam to realize what she had just said before replying, "Good." He gestured towards Dean before turning back to Angela and asking, "How did you…?"

"Let's just say that it took a… different form of persuasion," Angela replied as they joined Dean. She looked at the two joining them and they briefly got wide eyed at her. She glanced at the boys and they gave her a 'we'll talk later' look. She accepted it and said, "Okay we've got our actress. It should distract the ghosts long enough to pry a door open. Once out, dig up the bones and burn them. Simple."

"You make it sound easy," the lanky one said.

"Yeah… it's a talent." Angela looked at everyone and then at the girl. "We ready? Let's go."

They started to go to their places. It didn't matter who got out as long as they did. However it was better if the two fans went to burn the bones. They wouldn't get into too much trouble if things went south inside the place. Dean when to watch the girl upstairs with Cerebus and Sam while Angela went to help the other two get a door open. Her reasoning was because she could lift both Winchesters as dead weight.

It was enough for Sam and Dean but it certainly had the other two wondering if she was kidding or not. The one who greeted her in the beginning asked, "Are you serious? About the lifting…?"

Angela led the way to the door closest to the cemetery. "Yeah. I can lift them both." She looked at the door and put her hand to it to study it.

That tingly chill was still around and it was bothersome. It was like the Morton house all over again. She didn't like that there were three. True she had gone against that many before but the fact that there were civilians in the building, that didn't sit right.

You've got to work with the best you've got my queen.

It was a fine time to be thinking about Ares and the times he actually flirted with her when they last spoke. Yet the Grecian god of war always had something that could be considered a pearl of wisdom. She may not like his manner but sometimes he did have something worth saying. She looked at the two guys and gave a slight smile, "It'll be all right. This will work."

"You seem sure about that."

I have to be for everyone's sake. Angela glanced at them and rubbed her hand along the framing. She sensed the change. It was time to move. "Get ready."

A/N: Looks like Sam and Dean made a mistake and they have to fix it and Angie is just being Angie. Stay tuned for more There a Hunter in the House?...