Appointment in Samarra Part 2

Bobby and Angela hid in a closet and Sam began to chop through the closet door with an axe. Bobby stepped in front of Angela.

"Don't say, 'Here's Johnny'." Bobby sneered.

"Bobby, you don't have to be a part of this. Angela's the one I want." Sam replied as he continued chopping through the door. "I have to do this, I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well, if you want to get to Angie you're gonna have to go through me first," Bobby warned. He pushed a button and a trap door opened directly under Sam.

Sam, now in the basement took a crowbar to the door.

"Reinforced steel core, titanium kick plate," Bobby said. "Get comfy."

Angela swallowed thickly. "You want to explain what this is about, Sam?"

"I just, uh…I have to do this, Angie." Sam replied vaguely.

"Says who?" She asked.

"If you guys shove that soul back in me, think how bad that could really be," Sam explained. "I can't let it happen. I mean, it's not like I want to kill you…either of you."

"So…What, demon deal or something?" Bobby asked.

"Spell." Sam corrected.

"You're making a mistake, Sam," Angela replied. "You don't have to do this."

"I'm trying to survive," Sam argued.

"Dean's got a way to make it safe," Bobby replied.

Sam scoffed. "Oh, yeah, what, some wall inside my head that maybe stays up? Come on."

"If it works—

"Yeah, what if it doesn't?" Sam cut Bobby off. "Dean and Angela don't care about me. They just care about Sammy, burning in hell. They'll kill me to get that other guy back."

"Look, I…I know how scary it is," Angela replied. "But…you know what's scarier? You right now, Sam." Her voice cracked slightly. "You're not in your right head, Sam. You're not giving us much choice here." She added. She frowned when there was no response. "Sam?" She asked. She noticed that he was gone. "Crap."

Bobby opened the door and he and Angela headed downstairs. "I'm not gonna let you hurt Angie, boy," Bobby warned.

Angela saw that Sam had escaped through the vent in the panic room ceiling. "Bobby." She said, pointing to the vent. "We should split up. Cover more ground."

Bobby shook his head. "He's unpredictable. We need to stick together."

"Bobby, if he gets to both of us, we're screwed." She argued.

"Angie, he's going to do everything he can to kill you," Bobby replied. "This is borderline suicidal."

Angela shrugged slightly. "Maybe. But just…trust me on this, Bobby."

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Dean looked at Tessa and raised a brow. "Oh, what, you gonna give me the silent treatment now? Really?"

"Dammit!" Tessa exclaimed. "I knew it!"

"What?" Dean asked.

An EMT wheeled in a gurney. "Code 500, ER. Code 500, ER."

"What's going on?" An orderly asked.

"Fractured spine, internal bleeding." The EMT replied. "Had a heart attack in the ambulance."

"We need Dr. Owens." The orderly said.

Another orderly shook their head. "He just left."

"Call Owens." The first orderly instructed. "Tell him to turn around."

Dean was suddenly hit with realization. "Wait, that's…"

"You let the girl live," Tessa replied. "The nurse goes home early, gets in a crash she wouldn't have. And she needs the heart surgeon, and where is he?"

"You knew this would happen?" Dean asked.

"No." Tessa shook her head. "Just knew that you knocked over a domino."

"She's in cardiac arrest." One doctor said.

"Take her," Tessa commanded.

Dean's brows furrowed. "What?"

"Clear!" Another doctor yelled.

"She's not on the list!" Dean argued.

"Everything you do has consequences," Tessa replied. "Do you want to set off another chain reaction?"

"She's got nothing to do with this!" Dean exclaimed.

"Well, too bad, Dean," Tessa said harshly. "You put on the ring. Now do your damn job."

"Clear!" One of the doctors yelled.

Dean paused for a moment. "Fine." He replied as he touched Jolene.

"She's crashing again. We're losing her. Clear!" A doctor said.

Jolene looked at her dead body. "Is that…Am I…"

"Yes." Tessa nodded. "I'm sorry."

"But I'm…" Jolene started.

"So young." Tessa finished.

"Yeah." Jolene murmured.

"Actually, you were supposed to live for many decades," Tessa explained. "Have kids, grandkids."

Jolene's brows furrowed. "Then why?"

Tessa looked at Dean as she spoke to Jolene. "Because he screwed up."

Jolene turned to Dean. "You did this to me?"

"Come on, Jolene." Tessa put her hand on Jolene's arm. "It's time."

"Wait." Dean tried. "I'm sorry."

Jolene's husband ran in. "Where is she? Where's my wife? Where is she?" He asked frantically. He let out a sob when he saw her body. "No! No!"

~/~\~

"A real vacation?" Hillary asked excitedly.

"Yeah." Her father nodded. "I can take you to this one café, show you where I met your mom."

"You saw what happened to the nurse," Tessa said softly. "Go and kill that girl, Dean. I tried to tell you what you already know. She's disrupting the natural order by being alive. You of all people know what that means. Chaos and sadness will follow her for the rest of her life. We tried it your way."

Dean watched as Jolene's husband walked drunkenly through the parking lot. "Give me a minute."

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

~/~\~

Angela noticed a trail of blood leading to Bobby's shed. Angela quickly sent Bobby a text and moved towards the shed cautiously. She held her gun up as she entered the shed, but Sam came up behind her and knocked her out.

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Dean was in Jolene's husband's car. "Come on, man, pull the car over. You're gonna get yourself killed." He said. "What are you doing? Pull the damn car over! Stop the car. Come on, stop the car."

The man couldn't see or hear Dean.

"Route 10 is still shut down…" The woman on the radio said.

"What are you doing?!" Dean yelled. "Stop the car!"

"From an earlier fatal crash." The woman explained. "All traffic has to exit…"

"Son of a bitch!" Dean snapped. He pulled off the ring and yanked the steering wheel to the side.

"Aah!" Jolene's husband exclaimed in surprise.

"Hit the brakes!" Dean instructed.

The car crashed into a building. Jolene's husband was slumped forward against the steering wheel.

Dean got out of the car and looked around. "Dammit. Tessa!"

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Angela woke up groggily and looked around. "Sam…" She mumbled as she patted herself down. "Dammit." She muttered when she realized Sam had taken all her weapons. She stood up shakily and looked around. "Sam, you don't have to do this…"

Sam stepped out from the shadows holding a knife. "Angie, I'm sorry, but I do." He replied, stalking towards her. "I can't let you guys put that soul back in me."

She kept backing up as he walked towards her. She silently cursed when her back hit the wall. "Sam, please." She pleaded as he raised the knife.

Angela swiftly brought her knee to his lower abdomen, causing him to drop the knife. As Sam bent over in pain she attempted to get around him. He grabbed her shirt and shoved her against the wall roughly.

"If you and Dean would just listen to me…" He snarled. "I wouldn't have to do this." He said as brought his fist to her face.

Angela grunted and thrashed against his hold. "I'm not giving up on you, Sam." She replied.

Sam threw her across the shed as if she weighed nothing. She yelled in pain as her body hit a nearby pole. She looked over and saw Sam's knife. She weakly crawled towards it and as she reached for it Sam slammed his foot down on her wrist. Angela yelled in pain as she felt her wrist break.

Sam snarled as he hauled her up by her shirt. "You and I both know how this is gonna end." He said as he brought his fist to her face repeatedly.

She squirmed and cried out in pain. "S-Sam, please." She mumbled. She kicked him in the stomach and fell to the ground as he doubled over in pain.

Angela attempted to scramble away, but he grabbed her hair and hoisted her up. He pinned her arms behind her using one hand and he used the other to bash her forehead into a nearby wall. Her vision started to get spotty and she groaned in pain.

"Sam." She mumbled groggily. "Sam it's gonna be okay. We're…We're go-gonna be o-okay."

Sam just threw her toward the ground and when she tried to sit up he kicked her in the ribs. She let out a pained cry and screwed her eyes shut. This is how she was going to die…She was sure of it.

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"You there?! Tessa?!" Dean yelled to no one. "I lost! Sam's screwed! You happy?! Least you can do is zap my ass back home! Hello?! I lost the best."

Tessa appeared suddenly as Dean slipped the ring back on. "Sorry about your brother."

Dean shook his head. "Let's just go."

"Go where Dean?" Tessa asked. "We're done. What are we—

~/~\~

Dean and Tessa appeared in Hillary's hospital room.

"Unfinished business," Dean said.

"It's over." Tessa sighed. "You took the ring off. Anyway, thought you wanted the girl to skate by."

Dean shook his head. "No one really skates by. Do they?" he replied grimly. "You should say your goodbyes, man." He told Hillary's father.

Her father woke up suddenly. "Hey, honey." He smiled sleepily. "I must have dozed off." He added. He frowned as his daughter started crashing. "Hillary? Somebody!"

Hillary frowned as she looked at her body. "I'm dead?"

"I'm sorry," Dean said sincerely.

"But what about my dad?" she asked, looking up at Dean.

"He'll be fine," Dean assured.

"Really?" Hillary asked hopefully.

Dean sighed. "I have no idea."

"I-I can't just leave him." Hillary stammered. "It's not fair!"

"I know," Dean replied softly.

"Well, then why?" Hillary asked.

"Because…There's sort of a—a natural order to things." Dean explained.

"Natural order is stupid." Hillary huffed.

Dean nodded in agreement. "Well, I agree with you there."

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Angela opened her eyes slightly to look up at Sam. "I love you, Sam. I-I'm always going to love you." She murmured.

Sam straddled Angela and put his hands around her throat. She struggled for air as he started to strangle her. "I have to do this," Sam said. "I'm sorry."

Angela's vision started to get spotty and she could feel herself losing consciousness. This was going to be her last memory of Sam…

"Hi, Sam," Dean said suddenly as he and Bobby came up behind Sam. "I'm back." He added as he knocked Sam out.

~/~\~

Dean looked at Bobby. "Get him locked up in the panic room." He instructed. He knelt down next to Angela and checked her pulse. "She's alive." He sighed in relief. He gently picked Angela up. "It's okay, kid. I'm gonna get you to the hospital."

Dean gingerly put Angela in the backseat of the Impala as Bobby locked Sam up in the panic room. Dean got into the driver's seat and started the car before he drove off. Every now and then he looked back to make sure that Angela was okay.

Dean made it to the local hospital in record time. He parked the car and quickly got out before he picked up Angela, who was still unconscious. He booked it to the ER.

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"Help!" Dean yelled as he ran into the ER. "I need help!"

A few doctors quickly ran over and gingerly put Angela on a gurney.

"What happened?" asked one of the doctors as she looked up at Dean.

"U-uh…she was attacked," Dean replied. "Is she gonna be okay?" he asked as the doctors brought her to a nearby trauma room, Dean following close behind.

"Sir, I need you to wait outside." Another doctor instructed. "We'll keep you updated but right now we need to examine her."

Dean shook his head. "No…No I can't leave her. Please."

"Sir." One of the doctors replied. "You need to wait outside or in the waiting room so we can do our jobs effectively."

Dean swallowed thickly and reluctantly left the trauma room and went to the waiting room. He ran his hands over his face and sat down on one of the chairs. He pulled out his phone and called Bobby.

"Hey." Dean greeted when Bobby answered the phone.

"Hey. What's her status?" Bobby's voice came through the phone.

"The doctors are examining her now. She'll probably need some sort of surgery. Bobby, if she doesn't make it—

"She will." Bobby cut him off. "She's a fighter."

Dean nodded. "U-uh…How's Sam?"

"Unconscious," Bobby replied.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Is…Is this what we're gonna have to do every time he goes crazy?" he asked. "Lock him up?"

Bobby sighed deeply. "We'll find another way, Dean."

"I don't know if we will," Dean said honestly. He frowned when Death appeared next to him. "I'll call you when I get an update." He said before hanging up. He looked at Death. "Here to gloat?"

Death shook his head and pointed to his ring. "Heavier than it looks, isn't it? Sometimes you just want the thing off. But you know that."

"Look…I think you know that I flunked." Dean replied. "So there. Oh, and by the way, I, uh…sucked at being you. Really screwed up the whole natural order thing. But I'm sure you knew about that too."

"So, if you could go back, would you simply kill the little girl? No fuss, no stomping your feet?" Death asked.

Dean nodded. "Knowing what I know now, yeah."

"I'm surprised to hear that." Death admitted. "Surprised and glad."

"Yeah, well, don't get excited," Dean replied. "I would have saved the nurse, okay? That's it."

"I think it's a little more than that. Today, you got a hard look behind the curtain." Death replied. "Wrecking the natural order's not quite such fun when you have to mop up the mess, is it? This is hard for you, Dean. You throw away your life because you've come to assume that it'll bounce right back into your lap." He explained. "But the human soul is not a rubber ball. It's vulnerable, impermanent, but stronger than you know. And more valuable than you can imagine. So…I think you've learned something today."

"Want to know what I think?" Dean asked. "I think you knew that I wouldn't last a day."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Death replied.

"I lost. Fine." Dean said. "But at least have the balls to admit that it was rigged from the jump."

"Most people speak to me with more respect." Death commented.

"I didn't mean—

"We're done here. It's been lovely." Death said as he stood up. "But now I'm going to go to hell to get Sam's soul. And for the record, I think Angela will pull through."

Dean looked up at him, relief in his eyes. "Why would you do that for me?"

"I wouldn't do it for you. You, your brother, and Angela keep coming back. You're an affront to the balance of the universe, and you cause disruption on a global scale." Death replied.

"I apologize for that," Dean said.

"But you have used." Death admitted. "Right now, you're digging at something. The intrepid detective. I want you to keep digging, Dean."

Dean raised a brow. "So you're just gonna be cryptic, or…"

"It's about the souls." Death replied. "You'll understand when you need to."

"Wait—with Sam…Is this wall thing really gonna work?" Dean asked.

"Call it seventy-five percent." Death answered.

"Thank you," Dean said sincerely before Death disappeared.

A young looking male doctor, most likely a resident, walked up to Dean. "Hi, I-I have news about the woman you brought in."

Dean looked up at the doctor. "Okay…Uh, lay it on me."

"She's going into surgery now. She has internal bleeding around the abdomen. She also has a few fractured ribs, a broken wrist, some bruising, and a mild concussion."

"Is she gonna be okay?" Dean asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"As long as the surgery doesn't have a major complication, then yes." The doctor nodded. "I'll be sure to keep you updated."

"Thank you." Dean nodded before the doctor left.

~/~\~

Death appeared in Bobby's basement and walked past Bobby and into the panic room.

Sam, now awake, thrashed against the cot. "Get away from me!" he yelled as Death approached him. "Don't. Don't!"

"Now, Sam, I'm gonna put a barrier inside your mind." Death said.

Sam shook his head. "No, don't touch me."

"It might feel a little…Itchy." Death explained. "Do me a favor—don't scratch the wall. Trust me—you're not gonna like what happens."

"Please," Sam begged. "Don't do this."

Death took Sam's soul out of his bag and went to put it back inside Sam.

"No, no!" Sam yelled. "You don't know! You don't know what'll happen to me! Bobby, please! No! No! No!"

Death ignored Sam's please and put his soul back in him. Sam yelled in pain as his soul was put back in.

~/~\~

Dean had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable chair. He woke up to his phone ringing and he quickly answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey." Bobby's voice came through the phone. "Sam got his soul back."

Dean nodded. "Good, good. How's he doing?"

"Still unconscious. Don't know if that's a good or bad sign." Bobby replied. "How's it going over there?"

"I managed to get some shut-eye for a few hours," Dean replied. "Angie's still in surgery. But Death said…He said that he thinks she'll pull through." He added as the male doctor from earlier approached him. "Gotta go. The doc is gonna update me." He said before he hung up.

"The surgery went fine." The doctor said. "She's in recovery right now, but she isn't awake yet."

"Can I visit her?" Dean asked hopefully. "She's a friend of mine."

The doctor nodded. "Right this way. It shouldn't take long for her to wake up. We're going to wake her up every hour or so to make sure her concussion isn't more severe than we thought." He explained as he led Dean to Angela's room.

Dean nodded. "How long will it take for her to wake up?"

"We used general anesthesia, so it should take about forty-five minutes to an hour." The doctor explained as they stopped in front of her room. "Here we are."

"Thank you," Dean replied before he walked into the room. He closed the door behind him and sat on the chair next to the hospital bed.

~/~\~

Dean looked at Angela and his heart practically broke at the sight. "Kiddo, I'm so glad you're okay." He whispered. "Now you just gotta wake up. You gotta wake up because Sam got his soul back. You hear me? Sammy's got his soul back." He murmured as he took one of her hands in his. "Just…Just give me a sign that you're gonna wake up soon. Please."

Dean watched her for a few moments and sighed deeply when nothing happened. He was about to let go of her hand when suddenly he felt a light squeeze. His head snapped up and he looked at Angela with wide eyes.

"D-Did you just…" Dean trailed off. He felt another squeeze and he felt a grin forming on his face. "I'm gonna stay here till you wake up, okay? I promise."

~/~\~

Dean managed to fall asleep again, but only for an hour or so. When he woke up he groggily looked at Angela and noticed that her eyes were opened slightly.

"Angie?" Dean asked hopefully.

Angela weakly looked over at him and cleared her throat. "D-Dean…"

Dean grabbed her some water and put it to her lips. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long." She replied after taking a drink.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Dean frowned slightly.

"You looked tired." Angela shrugged. "You needed sleep."

Dean smiled a small smile. "Even in a hospital, you're still putting others before yourself." He replied. "I-I don't know if you heard me, but Sam got his soul back."

Angela gasped slightly and winced in pain. "Really?"

Dean nodded. "As far as I know he's still unconscious, but…I have a feeling he's going to be okay."

Angela felt tears form in her eyes. "My Sammy." She murmured sleepily.

A female nurse knocked on the door and cracked it open to poke her head in. "Sir, visiting hours are over, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Dean looked over at the woman and nodded. "Okay. Sorry 'bout that." He replied. He looked at Angela as he stood up. "I'll be back tomorrow, kid. And maybe Sam will be with me." He smiled slightly.

Angela smiled a small, weak smile. "See ya, Dean." She yawned. She closed her eyes after Dean left and drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Now, this was my first time writing a fight scene completely from scratch and not having help from the transcripts, so I hope it turned out okay. I did a fair amount of research for the injuries because I wanted them to be as accurate as possible. Anyway, I really hope you like it! Don't forget to leave a review, your feedback means everything to me. Love y'all.

~Emily