When they pulled into the driveway at Angela and Hodgins, Angela turned to Dean. "Be nice. Jack is a little eccentric I suppose you could say."
"I'm always nice Angie," he responded, turning to look at her from the front seat.
"Yeah Dean, sure."
"Jack honey, come here. I want you to meet some one," Angela called into the house.
"Who Angie?" Jack said running out the hall. When he spotted Dean he skidded to a stop. "Dean? What are you doing here?"
"Jack? Jack Hodgins? It's been a while. Not quite as long as it's been with Angie, but still a while," Dean replied, grinning.
"How do you two know each other?" Angela asked, curious as to how her husband and cousin knew each other.
"We met at Supernatural convention five years ago," Dean replied. "Well at least this is going to be easier than we thought." He turned to Jack at put his hand on his shoulder in mock seriousness. "Jack, this is going to come as a shock to you, but I'm the Dean Winchester and this," he pointed his thumb at Cas, "is the Castiel. And everything in the Supernatural books are true."
Hodgins laughed. "Nice one Ange, but how did you know about my Supernatural addiction. I kept it from you because I knew you would make fun of me." Angela was shocked. She had tried her damnedest to kept Jack away from those books. She had only read the first one but she didn't want to risk him finding out about her secret life if she ever got mentioned in the books.
"I'm not trying to pull one over on you Jack. I had no idea that you liked those books. I tried so hard to keep you away from them," Angela replied sadly.
Jack looked at her grimly. "Next time you hire someone to play my fictional idols, at least get someone I hadn't met before. Plus he looks nothing like how Carver Edlund describes Dean. And where is Sam? Him and Dean are kind of a package deal."
"Jesus Christ," Dean exclaimed. Cas shot him a look at the blasphemy. "You sound just like Becky. Why couldn't Chuck write me as me instead of as some unrealistic hunk from some crappy romance novel. And please don't tell me you're a Wincest shipper Jack," Dean pleaded.
"No no. I do ship Destiel though," he responded.
Dean clapped Jack on the shoulder. "You're a good man Jack." And then he turned to Cas. "Here that Babe, Angie's hubby ships us. Let's give him a show." He then proceeded to kiss Cas. And he didn't stop.
"My eyes!" Sami moaned, putting her arm across her eyes.
Dean broke the kiss. "Shut up Sami. You should be used to it by now."
"Doesn't mean that I like it," she muttered.
"This is why Mary gets all the souls." Cas talked to his daughter about souls like a normal person would talk to a little girl about why she couldn't have anymore dolls. It was kinda freaky.
"Seriously Angie, what's going on?" Jack questioned her.
"I told you. This is my cousin Dean and his Angel Castiel. Just like in those books you love so much."
Jack looked incredulous. "I'm supposed to believe that Dean Winchester is my wife's cousin and she never thought to tell me."
"Yes Jack," Cas intoned in his gravelly voice.
"I'm gonna need some proof."
Dean pulled out his phone and then reconsidered. "Can I use your computer Angie?"
"Sure Dean."
"Why do you need a computer," Jack demanded Dean.
"I'm going to video chat Chuck." Noticing Jack's confused expression he elaborated, "Chuck Shurley is Carver Edlund's real name. He's a prophet. That's how he knew so much about me and Sam."
Jack just nodded.
"Do you believe me now Sweetie?" Angela asked her husband, hoping that he indeed believed them.
Jack just nodded.
"I think he's in shock," Mary observed from her perch on the kitchen counter.
"Can I pour ice water over his head?" Sami questioned.
"Don't let her pour anything on me Ange."
"Jack!" Angela exclaimed pulling him into a hug and kissing him.
"Can't. Breathe." His face was starting to turn blue.
Angela let him go. "Sorry babe." She grinned. "So do you have any fanboy questions fo Dean and Cas?"
Dean groaned but Hodgins perked up. "So many. So many."
Dean groaned again.
"Hey Angie, what happened to your friends?" Dean questioned a half hour later once Jack had finished with all of his questions.
"I have no idea. I had honestly forgotten all about them. I'll give Brennan a call now." Angela picked up her phone and dialled Brennan's number. It rang a few times before someone picked up.
"Brennan."
"Hey Bren, I was just wondering what happened to you guys." Angela was relieved that Brennan seemed unharmed.
"Max called and said he couldn't watch the kids so we went and dropped them off with Daisy. She seemed pretty excited about it. Hopefully they'll be fine. We're just pulling in to your driveway now. And there's some trucker guy, a business man, and a couple teenagers in a beat up truck pulling in behind us."
"That's probably Bobby and Co." Dean pitched in.
"Okay see ya in a minute Bren," Angela said, hanging up the phone.
"Angie Campbell!" Bobby exclaimed, barging in and wrapping her up in a hug. "It's been a while."
"Fifteen Years," Angela shot back.
"Let's not wait so long next time idjit."
"You know it Bobby," Angela replied grinning.
"Hate to interrupt this touching reunion, but I'm getting lonely Robert. Aren't you going to introduce me?" A Scottish voice drawled.
"Shaddup Crowley," Bobby muttered before taking a deep breath. "Crowley, this is Angela, she's the boys cousin. Angela, this is Crowley, the idjit Demon I somehow fell in love with. I suspect he hexed me or something."
"Now Robert, is that anyway to talk to the father of your children," the Scottish Demon drawled again.
The look on Bobby's face was priceless. "Children?" he demanded. "Last time I checked we only had one. And I know I'm not good at math, but I think I can tell that we have only one child. Is there something your not telling me Crowley?"
"Surprise Love! We've got another baby Demon on the way." Crowley smirked.
"We will discuss why you didn't tell me about this until now later. Idjit."
Angela looked at Bobby and smiled. "You two are so cute."
"Not as cute as us though, right Angie?" Dean butted in, gesturing to himself and Cas. He was pouting. She did not remember her cousin being childish. Ever.
"Be as that may, me and Sammy still smoke all you bitches."
"Gabriel! What are you doing here? Sam told me that you two wouldn't be here until tomorrow because you were too busy doing unspeakable things to him."
"Well Dean-o, I'm not here for long. Sam's waiting for me back in a small town in the South of France wearing nothing more than whipped cream and chocolate sauce. I just heard you guys getting into it about who was the cutest and I came to set the record straight."
"Okay, gross," Dean complained. "Don't talk about my brother like that. Or I will stab you." Gabriel laughed. "With and Angel Blade. Maybe you'll stay dead this time."
"Well," Gabriel said, waving, "it's been nice meeting you all, but I must be going now. I've got whipped cream and chocolate sauce to lick off of Sam's well muscled chest. Maybe even some naughtier bits, if you know what I mean."
Gabriel wiggled his eyebrow suggestively and then he was gone.
"GOD DAMN IT GABRIEL!"
And if you caught the Perks of Being a Wallflower (the movie at least, I haven't read the book yet) reference, I will love you forever.