Thistle and Weeds

But plant your hope with good seeds,
Don't cover yourself with thistle and weeds,
Rain down, rain down on me,

AN: Lovely thanks to Ave for being my Beta, she is the literal Cas to my Bridgit. Anyway a quick note, chapters end where I feel it needs to end so not all of them are going to be this long. Enjoy the story, and remember, I do not own Supernatural nor do I make money off of this.

Addison was making busy, and as usual, Bridgit just could not understand how a human being could be so damn cheerful this early in the morning, for goodness sake it was seven a.m. And she was just standing over there humming some cheerful tune as she fried up the bacon. Oh well, Addison was a morning person full of sunshine daisy buttercups while Bridgit was perfectly fine being a grouchy bear as she downed cup after cup of bitter, black coffee.

"Newspaper says there was another fight last Wednesday, three civilians dead, five injured." Bridgit was reading the news out to Addison like she did every Sunday, it was the same routine they had picked up since their parents died. Addison would cook, bacon and pancakes with boysenberry syrup, and Bridgit read out the important or interesting news. Then, when Addison was finished they would sit across from each other and eat their Sunday breakfast before heading out to complete their respective schedules.

"Three dead?" Her sister looked over her shoulder, the sizzling bacon momentarily forgotten, "Maybe we should stay in today, we could rent a movie and eat a ton of unhealthy food. We haven't indulged in a while it could be fun."

Bridgit just shook her head no. She loved her sisters cooking, she was a bakery worker and made some mean lemon bars, but no bribe would keep her from the job interview she had scheduled today. Besides, Addison was being so plainly unsubtle that if she did decide to stay home it would be like encouraging a bad habit. Even if her sister was just worried. But then again, both of them had a tendency to worry a little more than usual. Over the last two years the city had been steadily declining, and fast. With the leader of the notorious Angels gone, there had been complete and utter chaos on the streets. Next thing you know, there were two gangs wreaking havoc against the city and each other, causing everything to go to shit. Nowhere felt safe anymore, paranoia and fear were like a disease catching from one person to another faster than a forest fire during a drought. But she would be damned if she let that stop her from living her life.

"Sorry sis, I have places to go and people to see." Her mouth was open in a wide grin, flashing white teeth as Addison frowned down at her, before returning to the skillet and turning the bacon.

"What could be more important than spending quality time with your favorite sister?" The red-head demanded, causing Bridgit to roll her eyes. Her sister thought she was terrifying when she was angry but it was more like a cute little kitten hissing at a ball of yarn before pouncing on it. Harmless. Unfortunately, she was persistent when she got into her 'motherly' moods.

"Well, for starters, I happen to have a job interview over at Apple Republic. Wouldn't you rather I have a nice, respectable job selling clothes instead of serving alcohol to already smashed men at O' Malley's? Addison may be persistent but Bridgit knew how to to counter her sister's nature well enough. That and Bridgit's job had been a sore spot for months and the cause of many a sisterly fight in the Bishop household. Apparently, according to Addison anyway, it was far too dangerous to be a barmaid these days. Let's ignore the fact that Bridgit had taken self defense lessons and could handle herself against a few drunks wanting to grab her ass. And if, by some chance, she couldn't handle them she always her her pepper spray.

"But you'll come home after your interview?" Addison was being even more persistent than usual, she must have been a lot more worried than she had let on earlier. With all these fights breaking out and the increased civilian death rate… She couldn't really blame her. Hell, even Bridgit was being a little more paranoid than usual when out in public. The other day she caught herself unwittingly holding onto her pepper spray, ready to use it. Even the Hunters lately seemed to be losing hope at keeping down the crime rate, but at least they weren't delusional enough to think they could completely stop it. They just wanted it back down at a more manageable and safe level. Anything would be better than what they had to deal with right now. It was like every time an Angel or a Demon got taken down five more members were recruited, it was ridiculous.

"All right, I promise I'll come home right after the interview, mom. But only if you whip up a batch or two of your Choconut balls." And of course she caved. She had been doing that a lot lately, to her own irritation, but family was important. So, if Addison wanted Bridgit home because she was terrified for her safety, then she would stay home and spend the day with her sister. After all, they were the only family the other had left. They had to stick by each other.

"Deal!" She was smiling now, a pleased grin on her heat-flushed pale skin. With an extra little pip in her resumed humming her crazy, morning-happy sister practically floated to the table to set down a plate in front of Bridgit and her own seat which she had taken. "By the way, what time is your interview?"

"Ten a.m. on the dot, but I was going to stop by the the market first and pick up a few items, so if you need anything you might want to go ahead and write it on the list because once I leave the store I'm not going back because you forgot to tell me to grab something." She took a bite out of her heavily smother pancakes, closing her eyes and just savoring the buttery, boysenberry goodness. She didn't know what her sister did to them, but damn she made the best pancakes she had ever tasted in her life.

"I don't need anything." Her sister had also begun to dig into her own breakfast, "Just be careful, don't do anything stupid."

"Are you sure you don't need anything?" Bridgit asked, but her mouth was still full so it came out a mumbled mess that Addison magically understood, it must have been a twin thing because it didn't even closely resemble the English language. She at least managed to swallow before she made her next comment, a frown on her face, "And what makes you think I would do something stupid?"

"I'm positive, and don't give me that Bridgit Heather Bishop. You nearly scared me half to death with your habit of acting rashly without thinking of the consequences and danger that you're putting yourself in!" She went full on, skipping the whole I'm displeased so I'm going to frown stage and going right on to the I'm really worried so I'm going to act pissed death glare.

"That was one damn time, Addie!" Bridgit's silverware clinked against the porcelain plate as she set them down, giving her full attention to her sister, "And you know what? I'd do it again because I saved that little girl's life!"

"You almost died!" Addison shot right back, "What if that Hunter hadn't shown up just in time to save your ass. What then?" She had dropped her own silverware, her hand reaching out to grab Bridgit's, "I need you Bri. Dammit y-." She cut herself off, unwilling to say it out loud, but still the unspoken words hung in the air between them- you're all I have left.

Bridgit squeezed her sisters hand before gently letting it go, "I'm never going to leave you, ok? I promise. I'll be back by twelve but before then I'll be sure to avoid doing anything stupid." She smiled at Addie before covering her plate in saran wrap, placing it in the fridge and heading off to go get a shower. She had more than enough time to eat breakfast and get ready for her interview, but she didn't feel very hungry anymore.

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"Thank you for coming, we'll call you in a few days." The woman behind the desk was bleach-blonde, extremely tan, and wearing a shade of pink lipstick that made her look… Well words could not describe. Let's just say that it was not her color and move onto happier subjects. A well-manicured hand reached out and Bridgit grabbed it, forcing an enthusiastic smile on her face as they shook hands.

"Thank you, Miss Walsh, for considering me, it's been a pleasure." Bridgit stood up, her wide, fake smile still in place as she lied through her teeth. It most certainly had not been a pleasure, not for Bridgit anyway. The lady had kept making subtlereferences about Bridgit's skin tone, I guess in yuppie land it was ok to have fake orange skin but God forbid someone have natural caramel-mocha toned skin. Dammit, now she wanted a coffee but the closest Moonbucks was a mile out of her way. They were supposed to open up a store in the mall but they hadn't gotten around to it yet.

And she really wanted that coffee, she had to suck it up and pretend for a full hour that she wasn't offended by certain comments, such as one can never be too careful of who they hire in dangerous times like these, as the lady eyed her down. But at least the damn job would pay well and was worth having to play nice to overly-paranoid and downright annoying people all day long, that is, if she got the job.

Smoothing out her skirt she left the tastefully decorated office and made her way out past the racks of clothing and into the busy foot traffic that seemed to plague the mall every day all day. Ah yes, another downside she would have to put up with if she got the job at Apple Republic. And so, to cheer herself up, she kept chanting one thing inside her head over and over as she pushed her way through the thick throng of people. 'Just think of the money'.

What Bridgit hadn't notice as she fought her way through the crowd, trying to keep a death grip on her purse in case of thieves, was that she was being closely followed ever since she left the Apple Republic. She didn't notice the strange men following her to her car. She did notice them, however, when one grabbed her from behind, his arm pinning hers to her side while his free hand covered her mouth to muffle the screams. She was trying to kick and claw at anything she could, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction when she heard one of the two men grunt in pain as she kicked him in the shin with one of her heels. Unfortunately the other man soon had grabbed her legs and they managed to drag her into an inconspicuous black car parked next to her own little yellow bug. Strangely enough as they started to drive out of the mall parking lot all she could think was something along the lines of 'Addison is going to kill me for getting myself kidnapped'.

Finally, after they were far enough from the mall to relax, the guy who had grabbed her from behind removed his hand from her mouth allowing Bridgit to take in huge swallows of hair, her chest heaving from trying to throw the brutes off. Of course, maybe he should have kept his hand over her mouth because the first thing to leave it was, "What the fucking hell do you want!"

She tried to kick out again but the brunette was still pinning down her legs, and she had enough of her wits about her to notice that her skirt was thankfully covering everything it was supposed to be covering still. So there she was, crammed in the back seat with two bulky, strange men who had just kidnapped her while a third guy was driving her who knows the hell where. She couldn't even hit any of them because they obviously didn't trust her to behave, for good reason, but still. At least she might have dented the door a little, it was a little hard to tell from her position, but that might definitely be a dent.

No matter what she said or tried to do all three men ignored her, and her anger was beginning to be replaced with fear. For one of the first times in her life Bridgit was genuinely, completely scared. Who were these men? Where were they taking her? Why? Her only living relative was Addison and while they lived comfortably enough they were far from being well off.

"Will somebody just tell me what the hell is going on?" She tried again knowing it was a futile attempt, what kidnappers actually gave the kidnapped any details about why they were taken? She was considering attempting to kick them again before making a try for the door, scary grunts holding her down or not, when finally the one who was pinning down her arms spoke up.

"Boss has a job for you. You're not in any danger, so until we get there it would be easier for everyone if you just cooperated." The one holding her legs had shared, or she assumed he shared a glance, with the guy behind her. That didn't help alleviate her fears at all. Nope.

"What boss?" Dammit if they wanted her to cooperate then she wanted answers, now. Unfortunately, she was really in no place to demand anything and had to settle with being afraid, annoyed and extremely uncomfortable for however long it took to get wherever they were going.

"You'll meet her when you get there." Not having her questions answered properly was just another thing she had to settle for, sadly. But hey, at least she had discovered the job requirement, the ability to be vague and annoying.

No matter what Bridgit did after that she got no vocal response. They did, however, seem to have no problems with physically restraining her when she did try to make a go for one of the passenger doors. It seemed that just as she was resigning herself to going along with it and cooperating was when they finally arrived at their destination. They had pulled up at an average suburban house located in what of those community housing neighborhoods, the usually named after some form of water like Swan River or Crystal Springs. The ones where all the homes are basically a generic cookie cutter image of three different houses changed in small ways to make them appear unique.

Thug1 and Thug2, as she had so cleverly nicknamed them inside her mind, each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her into the house, refusing to let go of her until they stopped in front of an ornate, mahogany door. Thug1, the brunette that had been holding onto her legs before, knocked on the door and practically shoved Bridgit inside the room after a woman called for them to enter.

Bridgit's first thought when she entered the room, or I guess you could call it a study, was that she was highly unimpressed. It was almost completely bare of any decorations. It had a few pieces of furniture which included a bookshelf, desk and two chairs. Other than that the only thing Bridgit could see was stacks upon stacks of folders and sheets of paper. The desk was barely any better, there were scattered sheets all over it with random office supplies sticking out here and there. There was absolutely no order to be seen, this couldn't even be considered an organized mess!

And behind the desk sitting in a comfortable looking office chair was a woman who appeared to be in her mid to late twenties, had deep greenish-brown eyes and curly, dark brown hair. Her face was covered in a big friendly smile and she was wearing what appeared to be an old, faded AC/DC shirt. If it weren't for the current circumstances Bridgit might have actually liked her.

"Have a seat." The woman hand motioned to the empty chair in front of Bridgit, who slowly walked towards it and sat down, smoothing her skirt over her knees. The door shut behind her leaving the two women alone.

Bridgit couldn't help but hope that maybe, finally, she would be given the answers that she was so desperate to seek, mainly, why the hell was I brought here? But she found when she actually had the chance to ask these questions and get proper answers that her voice wouldn't work. It was something about this room, or the situation, or maybe even the woman that was holding her back. She didn't quite know. Thankfully the woman in front of her didn't seem to be having the same issue.

"My name is Pamela. Pamela Barnes." She introduced herself with complete ease as she leaned back into her chair, her eyes never leaving Bridgit for a moment. It was almost as if she didn't care that Bridgit knew her name after kidnapping her, as if she was sure she wouldn't press charges. Maybe it was a fake name. Bridgit just stared back, her body as tense as Pamela's was at ease. Bridgit had a feeling, though, that it was just a show and that underneath her calm facade she was as ready for anything as Bridgit was at the moment.

When Bridgit refused to respond she continued on with that same irritating smile, as if nothing were wrong or out of place, as if Bridgit were just a guest, not a victim of kidnapping, "And you are Bridgit Heather Bishop."

"Guilty." She snapped at the older woman before even thinking, "I suppose it's safe to assume this wasn't a random kidnapping, then?" Her tone was laced with a hint of venom and a lot of sarcasm. Honestly, at this point Bridgit didn't even care if she wasn't exactly safe and free to say whatever she wanted without consequence. All that anger from before was back at full force now that she had met the boss, and if this woman needed Bridgit then dammit she could be as bitchy as she wanted. If she didn't then she was probably dead anyway. She might as well let out all that bitterness and resentment at being dragged out of a freaking parking lot and not one single person had noticed a kidnapping. Right there. Perhaps they did notice and they just didn't care, or were scared. It didn't matter because in the end it all led right up to one point, people weren't trustworthy. A favorite old motto of Bridgit's that was hitting her at full force.

All the while Pamela's smile only widened even further, which Bridgit would have sworn wasn't possible before she saw it, "Not at all. We've had our eye on you as a possible candidate for a little job, and we've finally decided that you would be simple perfectfor it.

"What job?" How many times now had she been told about a job? She knew it was at least once before in the car from Thug2, point was it was at least the second damn time had mentioned a job but nobody seemed to want to elaborate and tell her what the hell the job actually was. She was full out glaring at this point and her, "I keep hearing about a damn job but nobody wants to tell me what the job is."

"Ever heard of the Psychics?" Pamela was still as infuriatingly calm and and collected as ever, it was almost as if she secretly enjoyed annoying Bridgit, and what made it worse was that she was just ignoring Bridgit's anger. Which was only making it even worse.

"There's no such thing." She responded after a moments hesitation, "Psychics don't really exist. Neither do vampires. Especially the sparkly kind, in case you were wondering." She couldn't help throwing in that last bit.

"Not psychics, Bridgit, but the organization Psychics. You have heard of them I presume?" Pamela repeated the question, staring Bridgit straight in the eye as if she could read her mind, as if she knew Bridgit had intentionally answered falsely. She was, of course, being completely serious.

Bridget let out a small, nervous laugh, "You brought me here to discuss an imaginary organization?"

"I assure you that the Psychics is a very real organization, I would know since I was the one who founded it." The smile on her face turned decidedly smug at the small flash of surprise that passed across Bridgit's face.

"You're shitting me, right? Because first of all, the Psychics is just a rumor passed on from hopeful idiot to curious gossiper and vice versa, nobody actually believes a group like that exists. Nobody is secretly working to get rid of all the games and crime, they're too busy just trying to make it through the day and need some kind of blind hope to cling to." She continued to shake her head in disbelief, "And if it did exist, and you did start it, why tell me?"

Pamela thunked her boot clad feet up on top of her desk and leaned further back in her chair, her hands resting behind her head, "Besides, I know more about you than you think. You want the gangs gone, and the feud over. You want the streets to be safe again for your sister, you don't want to lose her like you did your parents. You're afraid one night coming home she might be the next casualty listen in the Sunday paper." Bridgit looked up sharply, brown eyes instantly connecting with green flecked ones, "Because you could do your job and nobody would even spare you a second glance. You have the right background, you live in a neighborhood full of gang violence. It would be seamless."

She sat back up in her chair, feet once again planted firmly on the ground as her voice became more passionate, "You have self defense lessons under your belt, which actually isn't very uncommon but still useful, you're minoring in performance arts so you should be able to keep secrets and lie better than the average person."

"And my looks? Won't someone notice I dress a little well and that I don't exactly look like I've had a hard life recently." Bridgit was tapping her foot impatiently, wondering why she was even going along with this. But truth be told she knew that even if this woman was crazy, lying or just insane it would be worth giving it a shot just so she could say at least she tried.

"Not all girls who grew up rough have scars on the outside. We'll help supply you with a more suitable wardrobe, you already know how to act, other than that there's not much to say."

"And if I don't want to help?"

"Then you can go."

"That's it?" She asked in surprise, there were no threats, no warnings to keep quiet?

"I'm not going to say we absolutely need you because we'll find someone else. But you are our top choice for the next batch of recruits, but we're not going to force you to do this because it is dangerous. If you were found out then you and your sister would both be in danger." She answered honestly and bluntly, not wanting to sugar coat it, "Our only request is that you keep everything we discussed a secret. It can't get out." Her last words had an edge of steel behind them.

"Do you really think this could stop gang violence? Would it be better than it was before?"

"Our goal is to completely shut down Demons and Angels, to stomp out any and all crime in the city. And we could as soon as we cut off the heads of the two largest criminal organizations the rest will be easy to wipe out of the city." She said it with such conviction and surely that Bridgit found herself believing her. Yet, she couldn't help feeling deep down that something was off, or wrong. She pushed the feeling aside, there could be nothing wrong with a goal like that, right?

"Then I'm in. What do you want me to do?"

"We want you to become an Angel."