Clap Your Hands If You Believe Part 1

"I'm here because I believe that Elwood, Indiana has become a center of extraterrestrial activity." Wayne Whitaker said.

"There was this light," Kim said. "And then Patrick just vanished."

"It's all happening, you know?" Sparrow Jennings smiled. "I mean, these entities have come to help push humanity to the next stage."

"My name is Wayne Whitaker Jr. and I have personally recorded dozens of eyewitness accounts, strange lights in the sky, and mysterious presences attempting to contact." He said with a grin.

"Since this whole damned circus has blown into town, no one seems to realize we got four missing persons cases wide open." The sheriff scoffed. "My friends lost loved ones."

"What happened to him?" Kim asked. "Something took him! I know it!"

"We are right in the middle of what we in the field like to call a 'UFO flap' and I am as happy as a pig in shoes." Wayne smiled.

"I can guarantee you that is has nothing to do with UFO's, little green men, nothing extraterrestrial whatsoever." The sheriff assured.

"Of course it's not UFO's." Marion giggled. "It's fairies."

"Fairies." Dean nodded. "Okay. Well, thank you for your input."

"What?" Sam scoffed. "Flying saucers not insane enough for you?"

Marion tilted her head. "What newspaper did you say you worked for?"

"Okay, if you want to add glitter to that glue you're sniffing, that's fine, but don't dump your whackadoo all over us." Sam continued. "We'd rather not step in it."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Okay, we're done, we're done."

"The only thing you're missing is a couple dozen cats, sister," Sam added as Angela and Dean pulled him away.

"It's a blood sugar thing," Dean told Marion. "My apologies." He added as they walked away.

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"What? You gotta ask?" Dean scoffed. "Right, yes, you do have to ask." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry, but this is all a big joke, right, and we're not actually taking this UFO crap seriously?" Sam replied.

"No, man." Dean sighed. "ET is made of rubber. Everybody knows that. But there are four legitimate vanishings in this town. Something's going on. And Sam? By the way, it's not the lady's fault that she took the brown acid."

"Yeah! So?" Sam replied.

"Empathy, Sam. Empathy." Angela stressed. "I mean, the old Sam would've given her those adorable puppy dog eyes and thanked her for her time."

"Old Sam had a soul—was a soul." Sam shrugged. "Whatever."

"Right!" Dean nodded. "Yes, and, and, but you don't—aren't. Whatever."

"Right," Sam replied.

"Right. You don't care." Angela shook her head.

"Well—

"You have to care!" Angela exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

"About what, exactly?" Sam asked.

"About everything, man!" Dean replied. "About being human at least."

"Look, you guys obviously care. A lot." Sam said. "And that's great. But I can't care about what—I can't care about, you know? What do you guys want me to do, fake it?"

"Yes. Absolutely." Dean nodded. "Fake it. Fake it till you make it."

"What happened to you wanting me to be all honest?" Sam asked.

"Hey, you wanna be a real boy, Pinnochio, you gotta act the part." Dean shrugged.

"I was faking it!" Sam exclaimed. "Ever since we got back on the road together, I was picking every freaking word! It's exhausting."

"Okay. Alright." Angela conceded. "But until we get your soul back, Dean and I will be your conscience, okay?"

Dean nodded in agreement. "Yes. Great idea."

"So you're saying you guys will be my…Jiminy Cricket." Sam replied.

"Shut up." Dean rolled his eyes. "But yeah, you freaking puppet. That's exactly what we're saying."

The three of them stopped and watched Mr. Brennan unload boxes from a truck.

"Mr. Brennan?" Dean asked as they walked over.

"Mmm?" Mr. Brennan hummed.

"We're with The Mirror," Angela said. "We would like to ask you—

"What?" Mr. Brennan cut her off. "Is this about Patrick? Patrick's gone."

"Missing. Right." Dean nodded. "Yes, that's what we want to talk to you about."

"Now, your son was the first to disappear," Sam said.

"First to be taken." Mr. Brennan corrected.

"Taken," Sam repeated.

"Get out! Out!" Mr. Brennan lashed out.

"Mr. Brennan, who do you believe took your son?" Angela asked softly.

"You people can't help me." Mr. Brennan shook his head. "My boy is never coming back."

"You sound awfully sure," Sam commented.

Mr. Brennan looked at Sam. "Excuse me?"

"Like you know something you're not talking about." Sam continued.

"Okay." Angela sighed. "Alright, come on."

"You know what they say." Mr. Brennan shrugged. "72 hours. After that, the odds of finding a missing person drop to nothing, right?"

"Well, every case is different," Angela replied.

"It's been weeks." Mr. Brennan shook his head.

"Alright. Listen." Dean said. "Call us if anything comes to mind." He added before they left.

~/~\~

"What do you think?" Sam asked.

"I think he's hiding something," Angela replied. "Why don't you stay and watch Mr. Brennan and see what happens when the sun goes down, and Dean and I will go check out the crop circles."

Sam nodded. "Sounds good."

"But please, do not engage with, maim or in any way kill Brennan." Angela pleaded. "In fact, don't make any judgment calls whatsoever. If anything happens, call one of us."

Sam sighed and looked down at Angela. "You know, Jiminy, I was on my own for a whole year. I did fine without you guys."

"Yeah." Dean scoffed. "We don't want to know your definition of fine."

"Like you said earlier Sam, you killed innocent people in the line of duty," Angela replied. "So don't make any rash decisions, okay?"

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Okay."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were scoping out the cornfield. Dean's phone rang and he answered it.

"The only thing this guy is up to is alcoholism." Sam's voice came through the phone.

"Good." Dean nodded.

"You know, maybe I should go talk to him again," Sam suggested. "I mean, Angie's the one who said he's hiding something."

Both Angela and Dean paused when they saw a bright light over them.

"Shh! Shh!" Dean hushed Sam.

"What?" Sam asked eagerly. "Do you guys see something? What's up?"

"Hang on a second…" Angela muttered.

"Holy…" Dean trailed off. "UFO! UFO!" He yelled as he and Angela started running.

"Whoa!" Sam exclaimed. "Stop yelling. You're breaking up. I didn't catch that last part."

"Close encounter! Close encounter!" Dean yelled.

"Close encounter!" Sam exclaimed in awe. "What kind? First? Second?"

"They're after us!" Dean yelled.

"Third kind already?" Sam asked. "You guys better run. I think the fourth kind is a butt thing."

"Empathy, Sam! Empathy!" Dean yelled.

"They still after you guys?" Sam asked.

Dean dropped his phone.

"Come on!" Angela yelled at the light above them.

"Dean? Angie?" Sam's voice came from the phone. "Are you two there. What happened?"

~/~\~

Sam walked through the cornfield and found Dean's ringing phone. He picked it up and turned it off.

~/~\~

Sam walked into the RV camp of UFO enthusiasts. He walked over to Wayne. "So, they're real. UFO's."

"Like I said before, son, the truth is out there." Wayne smiled.

"Okay, you're the expert." Sam shrugged. "How do I get them?"

Wayne looked confused. "Come again?"

"You hunt ET's, right?" Sam asked. "I need to know how to get them."

"You and me both." Wayne laughed.

Sam looked at Wayne's findings. "This is it?"

"Well, I'd say that 30 years of eyewitness accounts speaks for themselves as incontrovertible proof—

"Yeah, right." Sam cut him off. "My brother and my…friend…were abducted so I'm pretty good on the whole proof part."

Sparrow, a pretty looking girl, walked up and joined the conversation. "Your brother and your friend were abducted?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Oh my God," Sparrow replied.

"It's fine." Sam shrugged. "I mean, I've had time to adjust."

"Did it happen when you were kids?" she asked curiously.

"No, like, half an hour ago," Sam replied. "So, you've been hunting UFO's for over three decades and you basically have no concrete data and zero workable leads?" Sam asked Wayne.

The man faltered slightly. "Well, I—

"Have you ever considered the possibility that you suck at hunting UFO's?" Sam asked.

Sparrow smiled softly. "I'd like to help." She suggested. "If I can."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela reappeared in the cornfield, yelling and shooting their guns wildly in the air.

~/~\~

Angela opened the door to the motel room and found Sam in bed with Sparrow. She froze as she entered the room. Dean came in behind her.

"Dean! Angie!" Sam exclaimed.

Angela clenched her jaw slightly. "What the hell?" she snapped.

"Oh, that's Angela and Dean!" Sparrow exclaimed. "Sam, they brought them back." She grinned at him.

"You need to get the hell out of here." Angela snarled. "Now."

Sparrow faltered slightly. "O-okay." She stammered. She quickly got dressed and grabbed her purse. She stopped in front of Angela. "Can I…just…what were they like?"

Angela glared daggers at the woman. "They were grabby, incandescent douche bags." She replied. "Now get the hell out of my face."

Sparrow frowned and nodded. "O-okay." She stammered. She quickly walked out of the motel room.

Sam looked over at Angela. "Angie—

She held up her hand and shook her head. "Don't." She cut him off. "I don't want to hear whatever you have to say." She said. She sighed, trying to calm herself down. "I need some air." She muttered before she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Maybe I should—

"No." Dean cut him off quickly. "No, I will go talk to Angie because you'll probably just make things worse." He added. "Just stay here. Don't move." He said before he left the motel room.

~/~\~

Dean ran after Angela. "Angie! Angie, c'mon, come back inside."

Angela stopped and shook her head. "I can't." She replied. "I can't even look at him, Dean." She added, blinking back tears.

"Kiddo—

"I don't know how much longer I can do this!" Angela's voice cracked. "We don't know when or if we'll get his soul back! Knowing he's been sleeping with other women, it broke my heart, but seeing it…"

Dean put his hands on her shoulders. "Angie, I promise, we will get his soul back. Sammy will back in no time. And you two can go back to taking the Impala thinking I don't notice." He smirked.

Angela laughed slightly. "So, you knew about that, huh?"

Dean nodded, a smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, you guys aren't as sneaky as you think you are." He laughed. "Now come on, let's go inside."

Angela nodded. "Thank you, Dean, seriously."

"You and I are here for each other." Dean shrugged. "You'd do the same for me."

"Speaking of relationships," Angela started as they walked toward the motel. "Have you talked to Lisa recently?"

Dean shook his head. "Not since the Veritas case." He replied. "I don't know what's in store for us to be honest."

"Well, here's to both of our relationships working out." Angela smiled up at Dean.

"Thanks, kiddo." Dean smiled back as he opened the door to the motel room, letting Angela in first.

Sam immediately stood up when Dean and Angela came back inside. "You're upset."

Angela shifted slightly. "We were abducted…" Angela started. "And you were having sex with…whoever that was. It hurts, Sam."

"I was looking into it," Sam assured, shrugging slightly.

Angela scoffed slightly. "We were gone for, like, an hour." She replied. "And most of that was walking back to town."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "An hour? You two have been gone all night."

"What are you talking about?" Dean scoffed. "No, we haven't." He mumbled, pulling out his phone. "Four A.M.?"

"Yeah!" Sam exclaimed. "UFO time slip. That actually falls in line with a lot of abduction stories."

"Falls in line…" Dean started.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Nothing's falling in line," Dean grumbled.

"Here." Sam grabbed Dean and Angela a glass of water as they sat on one of the beds. "Drink. Good."

"Thank you," Angela replied before she took a sip.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Now. Come on. Talk to me. What happened?"

Dean looked at Angela and then back at Sam. "Well, uh, there was this…God help me, Sam, there was this bright white light!"

"It's okay." Sam patted Dean's leg. "Safe room." He assured.

"And then…suddenly, we were, uh, we were in a different place." Angela said. "And there were these beings, and they were too bright to look at, but we could feel them pulling us to these…tables—

"Probing tables!" Sam exclaimed.

Angela glared at him. "Don't say it out loud for God's sake!"

Sam paused for a moment and nodded. "Right. So what did you guys do?"

"We went crazy." Dean shrugged. "We started hacking and slashing and firing. They actually seemed surprised. I don't think anybody's ever done that before. Yeah. We had a close encounter, Sam, and we won."

"You guys should take a shower," Sam suggested.

"Excellent idea." Angela nodded. "Definitely gonna take a shower now."

"Dibs on the first one." Dean shot up.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela sat at a booth in a diner.

"So, on top of all the demons and the angels and the ghosts and the skinwalkers, it turns out that there's—so if aliens are actually real, what's next?" Dean asked. "Hobbits? Seriously."

Sam smirked at the waitress as she walked by. She smiled back at him as she walked by their booth.

"Really?" Angela asked, raising a brow. "I mean, seriously?"

Sam looked at Angela and shrugged. "What?"

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You just gave her the silent how ya doin'." He replied.

"I mean, are you trying to deliberately piss me off?" Angela glared. "I mean, seriously, do you have to flirt with other women right in front of me? I mean, try to have some damn empathy, Sam!" She snapped.

Dean nodded in agreement. "Look, our reality is collapsing around us, and you're trying to pick up our waitress. Right after Angie and I caught you in bed with that hippie chick. We're both understandably upset, Sam." He explained.

"Yeah. Okay." Sam nodded. "Look. Brings up a question. So, say you got a soul and you're on a case and your brother and your ex-girlfriend get abducted by aliens—

"Well, if you had a soul, I wouldn't be your ex-girlfriend." Angela seethed.

"Look, you would do everything you can to get them back." Dean cut in.

"Right!" Sam agreed. "You do, but, what about when there are no more leads for the night? Are you supposed to just sit there in the dark and suffer, even when there's nothing that can be done at that moment?"

"Yes!" Dean clapped his hands.

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"Yes, you sit in the dark and feel the loss." Dean shrugged.

"Absolutely!" Sam agreed. "But couldn't I just do all that and have sex with the hippie chick?"

"No!" Angela snapped, clearly frustrated.

"It'd be in the dark." Sam defended.

"Not the point, Sam." Angela glared. "If you had a soul, you wouldn't have slept with another woman. If you had a soul, you wouldn't have stopped looking for us. Y-You can't just turn off the suffering!"

"Thanks." The waitress smiled as she set down the check.

Dean smiled up at her. "Thank y—

"Why not?" Sam asked Angela, cutting Dean off.

"Because if you had a soul, your soul wouldn't let you!" Angela explained.

"So you're saying having a soul equals suffering." Sam frowned.

"Yes." Angela nodded. "That is exactly what I'm saying."

"Like, knowing that I don't love you and that I've been sleeping with other women," Sam said. "So you're saying suffering is a good thing."

Angela clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to keep calm. "I am so close to losing my damn mind." She said. She opened her eyes and sighed. "Look, Sam, I'm saying…it's the only game in town."

"Okay." Sam nodded. "So how do we deal with the little green men?"

"Research," Dean said. "We've got about a century of UFO lore to catch up on, and there's no time for—what's up with that guy?" Dean asked.

A guy stood outside of the diner, glaring at Dean and Angela. He was wearing a red cap.

Sam looked over his shoulder. "Who?"

"The guy by the window giving me and Dean the stink eye," Angela replied.

"You mean the cop?" Sam asked.

"No, not the cop!" Dean snapped. "The guy! He's right—oh now he's gone!"

"Who's gone?" Sam asked, looking at Dean and Angela, clearly confused.

"Oh my God. We need to get out of here before I hit you." She told Sam.

"Okay. Geez." Sam muttered.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were in the motel room. Dean had Sam on speaker.

"Library's closing up soon." Sam's voice came from the phone. "I'm almost done."

"You find anything?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Way too much." Sam scoffed. "Everyone on the planet believes in UFO's, and they will not stop writing books about it."

"Yeah, well at least books have punctuation," Dean replied. "Alright, keep digging and we'll see what you got when you get back." He added before hanging up.

David Bowie's Major Thom started playing on the radio in the motel room. Suddenly the lights started to flicker.

"Oh no," Angela said. "Not again."

The door slammed open and a bright ball of light came flying into the room.

Dean narrowed his eyes at the ball of light. "Nipples?"

The bright light punched Dean in the face and then Angela.

"Bitch!" Dean growled. He trapped the light in the microwave and a splat could be heard. Dean turned toward Angela and grinned. "Ha ha!" He laughed.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not posting for a few days, the past few days have been super hectic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! This was definitely one of my favorite ones to write. Also, addressing one of the reviews: I definitely have something planned for the French Mistake ;) It's gonna be different and I'm still gonna incorporate Gen into the story. But, I'm not going to spoil anything so you'll just have to wait and see. Don't forget to leave a review! Feedback helps me so, so much. Love y'all. :)

~Emily