All Dogs Go to Heaven Part 2

Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed looking at his cellphone. Lisa's name was highlighted on the phone screen. Angela was in the kitchen area making coffee. Dean tossed the phone on a table and started rummaging through the fridge. Angela's phone rang and she went to answer it.

"Hey." Angela greeted.

"Hey, it's me," Sam replied.

"Alright, I'm putting you on speaker." She said.

"We got bupkis here," Dean said as he walked over to Angela.

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"I definitely got something," Sam replied as he grabbed his bag from next to a trash can. "It ain't a werewolf, for one."

"Yeah?" Angela asked on the other line. "What is it?"

"Skinwalker," Sam replied.

"A skinwalker?" Dean asked. "As in…"

"As in the family dog seriously needs a neuter." Sam scoffed as he walked.

"Huh." Angela replied. "I'm actually a little rusty on the profile…"

"You and me both." Sam agreed. "Uh, I just got the lowdown from Bobby. They can change anywhere, anytime. Skinwalkers infect you with a single bite. Otherwise, they're basically a werewolf cousin—silver will drop 'em, they chow hearts like sausages."

"So what happened?" Dean asked. "Did you catch him?"

"Not exactly," Sam replied. "But I have some idea where he might be." He added before hanging up.

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Dean, Sam, and Angela walked into a room containing dogs in cages. One of the dogs was Lucky.

"Hiya, Lucky." Dean greeted as he crouched down in from of the cage. "Bad dog. First things first." He held up his gun. "You see this? This is silver. Don't say I didn't warn you." He added as he put the clip back in the gun. "Okay, time to go. Now, we can either do this the easy way," he held up a pair of jeans. "Hmm? Or the hard way." He finished, holding up a chain.

Sam laughed and Dean looked back at him. Sam shrugged. "What? Soul or not, that's funny."

Angela reluctantly nodded in agreement. "I mean, you're trying to negotiate with a dog." She giggled.

Dean just rolled his eyes and Lucky barked.

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Lucky, in human form was tied to a chair with a rope reinforced with chain. Sam sat on another chair and Dean and Angela sat on the edge of a bed.

"Well, I got to tell you, Lucky, you got us stumped," Sam said. "I mean, why shack up with the family? Is it a kinky thing? Do you like to play with your food?" he asked. He whistled. "Roll over, Lucky. Speak."

"Go to hell." Lucky snarled.

"Already been." Sam shrugged. "Didn't agree with him. So, look…" he got up and picked up a knife from the desk. "How about I take this silver knife, and start carving some dog until you behave?"

"You do what you got to do." Lucky replied.

Sam approached Lucky. Angela held up a hand to stop him.

"Hang on, Sam." She said. "Listen, you don't have to tell us why you're with the family. We get it." She looked at Lucky.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Lucky scoffed.

"You killed every threat that came near them," Dean replied. "You care about them, in your own whack-a-doodle kind of way. What we want to know is, who was that guy you were kibitzing with? He a skinwalker, too?"

Lucky sighed. "Look, I can't say anything."

"But if you don't, then you're gonna put the girl and the little boy in danger," Angela explained. "And sooner or later, all this crap is gonna come for them." She stood up. "Now, look, we don't give a rat's ass about you. We want to help them. That's our angle. That's it."

Lucky paused for a moment. "Yeah, that guy, he's a…whatever I am. And he's not the only one."

"How many are you?" Sam asked.

"About 30." Lucky replied. "We were all—we were kind of recruited."

"Recruited?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Lucky nodded. "Me, I was living on the streets. They found me. They told me one small bite, I'd be strong, I'd be fast."

"Sniffing people's butts?" Dean scoffed. "Yeah, that's a real step up."

"Well, it was for me." Lucky replied.

"Where is this little Scooby gang of yours?" Dean asked.

"Everywhere." Lucky shrugged. "We're out there finding families, and once they take us in, we lay low."

"Lay low?" Angela asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, we're waiting for the word," Lucky replied vaguely.

"What word?" Angela pressed.

"Once we're settled, we get the signal…and we all turn on our families." Lucky explained. "We change them, all in one night. 30 becomes 150."

Dean shook his head. "God, you're a sleeper cell."

"Yeah, well, that's one way to say it." Lucky replied.

"So you're waiting for the word from who?" Sam asked. "Who organized you?"

"There's a pack leader," Lucky answered.

"You Alpha?" Sam raised a brow.

Lucky looked confused. "What's an Alpha?"

"The—the first skinwalker, the strongest," Angela explained.

"Well, he's plenty strong, but, no, I—I don't think so." Lucky replied. "I'm pretty sure there are guys like him in other towns. We're not the only pack out there."

"Fantastic." Dean nodded. "Then you can help us stop him."

"Oh, no, I can't." Lucky shook his head. "No."

"Yes, you can," Dean assured.

"No, you guys don't get it. No one can." Lucky replied. "These guys who turned me—they're ruthless."

Sam whistled and held up a ball, then threw it.

Angela closed her eyes and sighed. "Sam, not helping."

"Fetch this, dick." Lucky glared at Sam.

"Listen to me." Angela crouched down in front of Lucky. "What are you gonna do to that family, really? You gonna put your jaws around that little boy's throat? Clamp down, listen to him cry for his mom? 'Cause I'm gonna guess that there are the only people in your life that have ever shown you kindness. So it's either that…or you can help us stop it." She said. "Your choice."

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The Impala was parked under a bridge. Dean was taking things out of the trunk.

"So…how are we supposed to get near something that can smell us a hundred yards off?"

"We don't," Dean replied, opening a case of rifles.

"The pack leader," Sam said. "We're taking him down?"

"Yeah," Dean replied obviously. "Got a better idea?"

"No, I…Crowley's not gonna be happy about that," Sam replied.

"Who gives a rat's ass?" Dean scoffed. "We let that thing love one second, and it sends out that psychic dog whistle and…phew!" he waved his hand.

"On the other hand, it could lead us to an Alpha," Sam replied. "Then Crowley would give me my soul back."

"Sam, I want you to have your soul back more than anything, but…150 people turned into monsters?" Angela replied. "That's what you want?"

"No. Of course not." Sam shrugged. "I…I'm just asking."

Angela clenched her jaw and shook her head. "Alright, you know what? That's it."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"You say you're 'just folks', yeah?" Angela replied. "That—that you like baseball and apple pie or whatever. But the truth is, I don't know what you are, 'cause you're definitely not Sam."

"Angie, come on." Sam sighed.

She shook her head. "I mean, it's your body, a-and maybe your brain, but it's not you, Sam!" she exclaimed. "So, please, just…stop pretending. For my sake. For all of our sakes." She added before walking off.

Dean sighed and cast a quick glance at Sam before he followed Angela. Sam picked up a bag, closed the trunk, and walked after them.

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Lucky, in human form was waiting outside of a building with a large roller door. Dean was watching through the sights of a rifle from a nearby room. Angela and Sam sat near Dean. Sam fiddled with the silver bullets.

"He looks nervous, right?" Sam asked.

"Wouldn't you be?" Angela countered.

"I'd double-cross us," Sam admitted. "I mean, he's got to realize that's his best bet if he wants to keep breathing."

"Nah, he'll go through with it," Dean assured.

"You mean 'cause he loves that family?" Sam raised a brow.

"Yeah." Dean shrugged.

"I'd double-cross us," Sam said again.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, this guy has a soul, unlike you." She snapped slightly.

"Just making conversation." Sam defended.

"Well, don't," Angela replied harshly.

Dean watched as a vehicle pulled up. "Here we go."

Sam stood up and looked through a pair of binoculars. Three men got out of the vehicle. The roller door to the building opened and three more men came out.

"That big guy, the driver—that's the guy Lucky met in the park," Sam said.

Dean looked through the rifle sights at a bald man, who was behind another man. "And there's El Jefe."

"Take him out," Sam instructed.

Dean shook his head. "It's not clean. We got one shot at this—literally."

The bald man walked over to Lucky, looked at him and shook his head. Another man escorted Mandy and Mandy's son out of the back of the vehicle.

"Take the shot," Sam demanded.

"I'm trying!" Dean snapped. "She's in the way."

"Take it anyway!" Sam replied.

Dean and Angela looked at Sam, who just stared back at them. Through the rifle sights, Dean watched the bald man put an arm around Lucky and led him inside. Lucky looked back at Mandy and her son.

"Come on, come on, come on," Dean muttered. "Ahh."

With everyone now inside the building, a man closed the roller door. Dean lowered the rifle with a sigh.

"So, plan B?" Sam asked.

"We've got one?" Angela asked, her brows knitting together.

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Sam stepped out from behind a partition and shot the bald men. Mandy gasped. Dean and Angela shot from some distance away. Mandy took cover as Dean, Sam, and Angela continued to shoot. Two of the men started running and Sam chased after them.

"Mommy!" Mandy's son yelled.

"It's okay," Mandy whispered.

Lucky crouched down in front of Mandy. "Mandy!" he exclaimed. "Come on, come on."

"Who are you?" she glared. "I don't even know you!"

"Yes, you do," Lucky assured. "Trust me, I'm trying to help. Come on, come on!"

Dean watched through the rifle sights as Lucky led Mandy and her son away. Angela stood next to him clutching her gun.

Sam chased after one of the men and shot repeatedly. "Dean! Angie!"

Lucky opened the door to a small room. "Get in," he instructed.

"But I don't—

"Get in!" Lucky cut Mandy off. He closed the door behind them. "Bolt it! Bolt it!"

Mandy locked the door. The man Sam chased was hiding behind some equipment. Mandy pushed her son under a desk.

"Here, baby, go under here." She instructed. "Okay, stay there, honey. You'll be safe." She whispered. She looked through the door's window at Lucky.

Sam discovered a pile of clothes where the man was. He walked past the clothes. A Doberman appeared around a corner behind him.

A wolf trotted up behind Dean and Angela and snarled. Dean tried to turn, but his rifle was stuck in the grill. The wolf leaped at them and Angela fired her handgun. A naked man with a gunshot wound in his back lied face down on the ground.

Sam continued to search the building. The Doberman followed him.

"You're protecting them?" the large man said to Lucky. "After what I did for you? I gave you your life back!"

Dean watched through his rifle sights.

"Them?" the man continued. "You're nothing to them. You're a dog."

Lucky punched the large man in the face. The large man just laughed.

"I-I was gonna turn them." The large man smirked. "But now I'm gonna kill 'em."

The large man punched Lucky, sending him flying into the office door, causing the glass to shatter. Mandy screamed.

The Doberman growled and ran at Sam, who shot it as it leaped toward him. A naked man with a gunshot wound was on the ground.

Lucky got to his feet. He looked back at Mandy before he turned back into a dog. He barked at the large man.

"Lucky?!" Mandy exclaimed.

Lucky continued to bark.

"So you think this is gonna be a dog-fight?" the large man asked as he pulled out a gun. "I've got a better idea." He smirked. He shot Lucky, who yelped. The large man advanced on Lucky, who lied on the ground whimpering.

Dean watched through the rifle sights, looking for a clear shot.

"Silver bullet, Lucky." The large man smirked.

Dean shot the large man, who fell to the ground dead near another man who was shot earlier. Sam approached and looked at Lucky, who was still lying on the ground. Sam checked his magazine clip and moved around some drums to get a better shot. When he raised his gun, Lucky was gone, with only a pool of blood remaining on the ground. Mandy watched Sam from behind the shattered glass of the office door.

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A woman jogged with a dog on a leash. Sam was carrying a bag of take-out food and he, Dean, and Angela each held drinks.

"I'll never look at a dog the same," Dean said. "Makes you wonder, though, huh?"

"What?" Sam asked as they sat at a picnic table.

"How many packs are out there," Dean explained. "What if they're all just waiting for the signal, you know?"

Sam nodded and paused for a moment. "So…I was thinking." He said suddenly. "You guys were right."

"About?" Angela asked curiously.

Sam looked at Angela. "I'm not your boyfriend, Angie." He said before he looked at Dean. "And I'm not your brother, Dean. I'm not Sam."

Dean and Angela looked at each other. Dean squared his shoulders slightly. "Okay."

"Um, all that 'blah, blah, blah' about being the old me?" Sam continued. "Crap. Like, Lisa and Ben, right? I've been acting like I care about them. But I don't. I couldn't care less."

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" Dean asked.

"You wanted the real me." Sam shrugged. "This is it. I don't care about them. I don't even care about you and Angie. Except that…I need your help. And you guys clearly aren't gonna stick around for much longer unless I give it to you straight, so…I've done a lot worse than you know." He explained. "I've killed innocent people in the line of duty. But I'm pretty sure it's not something the old me could've done. And maybe I should feel guilty. But I don't."

Angela ran a hand over her face. "Sam, get to the punch line."

"I don't know if how I am is better or worse. It's different." Sam shrugged. "You get the job done and. Nothing really hurts. But there are also things about it that I remember, like how in love I was with you, Angie. And…Let's just say I think I should probably go back to being him."

Angela nodded. "Okay." She murmured, deep in thought.

"That's very interesting," Dean said. "It's a step."

"So?" Sam asked, looking at them.

"We do what we got to do," Angela said. "And we get Sam back. The real Sam."

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter :) The ending was so, so interesting to write! This is a big turning point for Angie, in the next few chapters we're going to see her get more and more determined to get Sam's soul back. I'm so excited for you guys to read the upcoming chapters! Don't forget to leave a review, your feedback means everything to me. Love y'all :)

~Emily