Exile on Main St. Part 2

Dean tried calling Lisa, just before she and Ben entered.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked, relieved to see them.

Lisa looked at him, clearly confused. "We—we were at the movies." She replied. "You knew that."

Dean hugged Lisa tightly.

"Dean, ow," Lisa said.

"What happened?" Ben asked, confused.

"Go upstairs and pack a bag," Dean instructed.

"Where are we going?" Lisa asked.

"I'm taking us to a friend's house," Dean answered. "Go. It's okay. Go on up. I'll be there in a sec."

"What the hell?" Lisa replied.

"Um…" Ben said, his eyes falling on Sam as he and Angela walked into the room.

"Oh, my God." Lisa breathed.

"Lisa, Ben, I don't know if you remember—

"Sam." Lisa cut Dean off.

~/~\~

Bobby opened up the door and sighed when he saw Dean and Angela. "Dammit."

"It's good to see you, too, Bobby," Angela sassed. "It's been a while."

"If you two are here, something's wrong." Bobby sighed.

"Bobby, this is Lisa and Ben." Dean introduced.

"Hi." Lisa waved.

Bobby looked at Lisa and Ben. "Well, it's nice to finally meet you," Bobby replied, letting them in. "Mi casa es su casa. Maybe you want to just go upstairs. TV's broken, but there's plenty of Reader's Digest." He added. "Just don't touch the décor, okay? Assume it's all loaded."

Lisa and Ben went upstairs.

"So…" Dean started.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam greeted.

Bobby paused for a moment before nodding. "Sam."

Angela looked at Sam and Bobby. "You knew?" She asked angrily. "You knew Sam was alive?!"

"Yeah," Bobby admitted.

"How long?" Dean asked.

"Look—

"How long?!" Dean repeated, raising his voice.

Bobby sighed. "All year."

Angela shook her head. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" she snapped.

"And I'd do it again," Bobby replied.

"Why?!" Dean snapped.

"Because you and Angie got out!" Bobby replied. "You two walked away from the life. And I was so damn grateful, you got no idea."

"Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me? For Angie?" Dean narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah—a woman and a kid and you two not getting your guts ripped out at age 30," Bobby replied. "That's what it meant."

"That woman and that kid—I went to them because you asked me to," Dean replied. "And Angie came with because I wanted her to have someone to lean on."

"Good." Bobby nodded.

"Good for who?" Angela cut in. "Dean and I were sick with grief!" She added. "We both collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out!" She looked at Sam.

"You both promised that you'd leave it alone," Sam replied.

"Of course, we didn't leave it alone! Sue us!" Dean snapped. "A damn year? You couldn't put us out of our misery?"

"Look, I get it wasn't easy." Bobby cut in. "But that's life! And it's as close to happiness as I've seen hunters get. It ain't like I wanted to lie to you two. But you were out."

"Do we look out to you?" Angela asked harshly.

~/~\~

Lisa was sitting on the steps as Dean approached her.

"How's he doing?" Dean asked.

"He's okay." Lisa nodded. "How are you? How's Angela?"

"Look, I know Bobby's a little crotchety, but he's great," Dean explained. "He's gonna look after you guys. Me, Angie, and Sam, we're gonna head out."

"For how long?" Lisa frowned.

Dean sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry, Lisa."

She straightened up slightly. "For what?"

"Those things were coming for me and Angie," Dean replied. "And I should've known."

"How could you know a monster was gonna show up?" Lisa asked.

"I should've known," Dean repeated. "I should've known that if I stayed with you that something would come because something always does. But I was stupid and reckless and…You can't outrun your past."

Lisa sighed, realization hitting her. "You're saying goodbye."

"I'm saying I'm sorry…for everything." Dean replied. "Everything."

"You're an idiot," Lisa replied. "I mean, I know it wasn't greeting-card perfect, but we were in it together."

"I was a wreck half the time." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, well, the guy that basically just saved the world shows up at your door, you expect him to have a couple of issues." Lisa retorted. "And you're always so amazing with Ben. You know what I wanted, more than anything was a guy that Ben could look up to like a dad." She explained. "So, you're saying it's all bad, Dean? 'Cause it was the best year of my life."

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"What's the plan?" Angela asked.

"Well, right now, we stock up, get set," Samuel replied.

"So you're saying there is no plan," Dean said.

"We'll find 'em," Samuel assured. "Just got to be patient."

"Yeah, okay." Dean scoffed. "Oh, here's an idea. Why don't we go kill the sons of bitches that broke into my home?"

"Relax, Dean." Christian cut in. "We got it handled. Djinn are hard to draw out. Now, you and Angela have been out of the game for a while. Leave it to the professionals."

"Yeah. Sure." Angela nodded. "Tiny suggestion. You see, djinn are easier to draw out when you got bait. They want Sam, Dean, and me."

"And they know where I live." Dean continued. "Now, we haven't been hunting in a while, but I'm gonna stick my neck out and guess that's a pretty good place for us to go." He added. "See? It's almost like we're professionals."

~/~\~

Gwen picked up a magazine from the table. "Huh, I love this one." She smirked. "Yours or, uh, your wife's?"

Marked picked up a photo.

"Hey." Dean grabbed the photo. "Do me a favor—don't touch that."

Sam picked up a golf club. "Golf?" He raised a brow. "Really?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "It's a—it's a sport." He defended.

~/~\~

Dean was in the kitchen washing his face over the sink. Angela leaned against the counter next to him.

"Nice house," Samuel commented.

"Oh, yeah." Dean rolled his eyes. "Go ahead, say it—call me a soccer mom. Whatever."

"Soccer mom, huh?" Samuel raised a brow. "Well, I'll have to look that up on the 'intranet'. You know, believe it or not, I…I get it, Dean." He shrugged. "You wanted a normal life. Your mom wanted a normal life, too. You remind me of her, actually. The attitude, for one thing." He added as Dean rolled his eyes. "Your brother tell you and Angela what we been dealing with the past few months?"

"No, not really." Dean shook his head.

"I've never seen anything quite like it," Samuel replied. "Been working 'round the clock."

"We don't know." Samuel shrugged. "But whatever it is, it goes way past a couple of djinn acting off—nocturnals attacking in broad daylight, werewolves out on the half-moon, creatures that we've never even seen before," Samuel explained. "We don't—we don't even know what they are. I'm knee-deep in half-eaten human hearts and exsanguinated 10-year-old, and it's all making me…uneasy."

"So what's your theory?" Angela asked.

"You tell me. All we really know is it's all hands on deck." Samuel replied. "We're counting on each other right now. That's how it is with Campbells. We need you two."

"Look, I hear you, but…" Dean trailed off.

"You don't know what you two are a part of," Samuel replied. "Dean, you had ancestors hacking the heads off vamps on the Mayflower. Angela, you come from a long line of hunters from all over the world." He added. "We're out there dying, trying to get in front of whatever this is."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela approached Mark who was in a truck looking through a monocular.

"Hey." Angela greeted. "You don't really say much, do you?"

"Enough." Mark shrugged.

"Any sign of 'em?" Dean asked.

"Three djinn off in the trees," Mark replied. "Here." He handed Dean the monocular.

~/~\~

"Those djinn are just sitting out there, watching us," Dean said. "Everybody's got to clear out."

"What?" Christian raised a brow.

"They're not gonna come in here until me, Dean, and Sam are alone." Angela shrugged.

"So, what, I'm supposed to leave you here with no backup?" Samuel frowned.

"Angie's right." Sam nodded. "They're smart. They'd wait till they weren't outnumbered."

"Alright, we won't be far." Samuel conceded. "You call when they come, you hear? Alright, pack up. We're out of here."

~/~\~

"You guys okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yeah," Angela replied sarcastically.

"Yeah?" Sam raised a brow.

Dean shook his head. "No, this is…This is crazy. I mean, you, Grandpa. Whoever brought you back…"

"They don't want to be found." Sam finished.

"Yeah, we get that." Angela shrugged. "But who are they, and what do they—what do they want? Why?"

"That's a good question." Sam nodded.

"Do you…Do you remember it?" Angela asked.

Sam's brows knitted together. "What?"

"The Cage." Dean cut in.

"Yeah." Sam shrugged.

"You want to— Dean started.

"No." Sam cut him off.

"Well, if anybody can relate…" Dean started.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it," Sam stressed. "I'm back. I get to breathe fresh air, have a beer, hunt with my family, see you and Angie again. So why exactly would I want to think about Hell?"

"And you really think…" Angela started, looking out the window. "Dean." She said.

Sid and his wife were being attacked by djinn. Dean and Angela started to run over.

~/~\~

Sam stopped Dean and Angela. "They're dead, and you two know it."

"This is happening because of me!" Dean snapped, running off.

"Dean!" Angela yelled.

~/~\~

Dean knelt next to Sid. "Sid." He shook him. Suddenly, he was attacked by djinn.

"You made it through that last trip, so how about a big, fat double dose?" The djinn growled. "Bad news—it'll kill you. The good news? At least you'll go fast. That's for our father you son of a bitch."

Dean started to hallucinate Lisa and Ben.

"I just—I-I couldn't sleep at that house," Ben said.

"It's okay." Lisa smiled. "Don't worry. We'll call Dean."

"Ah, don't worry about them, Dean," Azazel smirked. "Worry about me."

"No!" Dean yelled.

Dean saw Azazel grab Ben and Lisa was dragged up the wall.

"There, there, kiddo." Azazel soothed.

"You stay away from him!" Dean demanded. "Lisa!"

"Drink it." Azazel put his bleeding wound to Ben's mouth.

"Ben, no!" Dean exclaimed.

"You'll feel better," Azazel assured.

"No!"

"It's all your fault." Lisa sobbed.

"Lisa!" Dean pleaded.

"This, something else—we both know that's details." Azazel shrugged. "There's something coming for this one, and you can't stop it. It's all your fault."

"Lisa!" Dean yelled.

"Drink it." Azazel looked down at Ben. "You'll feel better."

"Ben, don't!" Dean begged.

"Your fault. Can't stop it." Azazel replied.

Lisa screamed as she burned on the ceiling.

"No!" Dean yelled.

~/~\~

Samuel, Sam, and Angela fought Brigitta.

"I got her," Samuel said. "Go get Dean. Got her." He added. "Relax, hon. We're not gonna kill you." He said as Sam and Angela left. "Get her in the van. Quick, now, before they get back."

"Come on. Come on." Christian dragged her.

~/~\~

"So, Samuel and the cuzzes?" Dean asked.

"Don't know." Sam shrugged. "They left in a hurry. I'm meeting them back at their place. You guys, uh, you guys coming with me?"

"No." Dean shook his head. "No, I'm going back for Lisa and Ben."

"And uh—I got a job here and everything," Angela replied. "I just can't up and leave."

"I thought you guys said—

"We did," Dean replied. "We changed our minds."

"Look, I practically shoved you guys into this life," Sam said.

Angela's brows pulled together in confusion. "That's a funny way to put it, but alright."

"I'm just saying, I really wanted this life for you guys," Sam replied. "And when I told you guys to go, I-I though…you could have it, you know? But now I'm not so sure." Sam added. "I mean, Dean, you got to consider the fact that you'll be putting Ben and Lisa in danger if you do go back."

"So, what, it's better to leave them alone, unprotected, and then they're not in danger?" Dean raised a brow. "I did this to them. I made them vulnerable the moment I knocked on their door, and I can't undo that. But what I can do is go with the best option."

"I hear you." Sam nodded. "I guess I just, wish you two were coming, that's all."

"Why?" Dean asked curiously.

"Don't be stupid." Sam scoffed.

"No, seriously," Angela said. "I mean, you know plenty of good hunters. We're rusty."

Dean nodded in agreement. "I did something seriously stupid going out there. I almost got us all killed."

"And that's exactly why I want you guys," Sam replied.

"What are you talking about?" Angela asked.

"You two just…go. You don't hesitate." Sam replied. "Because you care, and that's who you are. Me? I wouldn't even think to try."

Angela frowned in confusion. "What? Yes, you would."

"No, Angie. I'm telling you, it's just better with you guys around." Sam replied. "That's all."

"Listen…" Dean held out the keys to the Impala. "She should be hunting. Take her."

"Thanks," Sam replied. "Really. But, I already got my car set up how I like it. I should hit the road."

"We'll walk you out," Dean replied. "Keep in touch, you hear?"

"Of course," Sam replied. "It was really good to see you two again."

Angela went to kiss Sam, but she was met with him turning and walking off to his car. He drove off.

Angela swallowed thickly and looked at Dean, who looked just as confused. "See ya later, Dean." She murmured, walking to her car. Maybe Sam just wasn't ready to jump back into a relationship after being in the cage…That had to be it, right?

A/N: Hey y'all! Here's chapter two! Looks like Angie is noticing that something...weird...is going on with Sam. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :) Don't forget to leave a review! Love you.

~Emily