Like a Virgin Part 1

Angela sat up in her hospital bed as she ate some green jello. "So, Sam's still not awake?" she asked. "It's been almost ten days…"

Dean sat on the chair next to her bed and sighed deeply. "Yeah, I'm gonna see if Cas can come by and check on him. If or when he wakes up…are you gonna be okay seeing him?"

Angela nodded as she ate another spoonful of jello. "Mm-hmm." She hummed. "Because I'll be looking into the eyes of my Sammy, not that soulless monster that wanted to kill me."

Dean nodded in understanding. "Alright, I'm gonna go back to Bobby's and check on Sam." He said. "You gonna be okay here?"

Angela nodded. "Yup. Just keep me updated, okay?"

"Of course," Dean replied as he got up. "See ya later, kiddo." He added as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Bye, Dean." She said softly before he walked out of the room.

~/~\~

Dean now stood in Bobby's basement with folded arms.

"How's Angie doing?" Bobby asked.

"Good." Dean nodded. "The doctors say that she's recovering nicely."

Bobby nodded. Suddenly, the panic room door opened and Castiel came out, rolling down his sleeves. Sam lied on a cot in the panic room, hooked up to an IV.

"Well?" Dean asked.

"His soul is in place," Castiel replied.

"Is he ever gonna wake up?" Dean asked.

Castiel sighed. "I'm not a human doctor, Dean."

"Could you take a guess?" Dean raised a brow.

"Okay." Castiel nodded. "Probably not."

"Oh, well, don't sugarcoat it." Dean scoffed.

"I'm sorry, Dean, but I warned you not to put that thing back inside him," Castiel replied.

"What was I supposed to do?" Dean defended. "Let T-1000 walk around, hope he doesn't open fire?"

"Let me tell you what his soul felt like when I touched it." Castiel started. "Like it had been skinned alive, Dean. If you wanted to kill Sam, you should have done it outright."

Dean looked around the basement. Castiel was gone and Sam was still sleeping.

~/~\~

Bobby and Dean were in the living room. Dean sat down at the desk across from Bobby and Bobby poured him a drink.

"Like my daddy always said, just 'cause it kills your liver don't mean it ain't medicine," Bobby said. "Sam still asleep?"

Dean took a drink and nodded. "Yeah."

"He'll wake up," Bobby assured.

"Yeah." Dean sighed, not quite believing it.

"Dean, he's been through how much?" Bobby asked. "Somehow he always bounced back."

"He's never been through this," Dean replied. He spotted the newspaper printout that Bobby was looking at. "Job?" Dean asked.

"Might be," Bobby replied as he passed over the printout.

"Can I help?" Dean asked. "Send me to the library? Anything?"

"Couple goes up in a light plane," Bobby explained. "Wreckage was just found in the woods."

"Couple of Buddy Hollys?" Dean asked. "Doesn't really seem like News of the Weird."

"Pilot was found 17 miles away, flambéed," Bobby explained. "Girl's just gone. No body, no nothing."

"Okay, I'm not changing the channel," Dean replied with interest.

"Dean," Sam said suddenly.

Dean set his glass down hard. Sam had entered the room. Dean turned to face him, then stood up.

"Sam?" Dean breathed.

Sam hugged Dean and then Bobby.

"Good to see you," Bobby said.

"Wait." Sam frowned. "I saw you-I-I felt Lucifer snap your neck."

"Well, Cas kind of—

Sam's eyes widened. "Cas is alive?"

"Yeah, Cas-Cas is fine," Dean assured. "Sam, are you okay?"

Sam looked around frantically. "Wait…Where's Angie?" He frowned.

Dean sighed. "Sammy, sit down."

"Dean. Where is she?" Sam asked as he reluctantly sat down. "She-she's not…"

"No." Dean cut him off quickly. "But she is in the hospital. She had some pretty bad injuries from a hunt gone wrong."

Sam's brows furrowed in concern. "Is she gonna be okay?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, yeah, she's recovering really well."

"I want to see her," Sam replied quickly.

"Okay, okay slow your roll, man," Dean said. "Let's get something in your stomach and then we'll see Angie, okay? She'll be excited to see you."

Sam reluctantly nodded. "Okay. Fine." He conceded. He fixed himself a sandwich and sat at the table.

"So, Sam…" Dean trailed off as Sam ate his sandwich.

"Yeah?" Sam raised a brow.

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "The field. And then I fell."

"That's it?" Bobby cut in. "You really don't remember—

"Let's be glad." Dean cut him off. "Who wants to remember all that hell? Come on, let's see Angie."

Bobby sighed and gave Dean a look, which Dean ignored. The three of them piled into the Impala and Dean started to drive.

"How long was I gone?" Sam asked suddenly.

"About a year and a half," Dean replied.

"What?" Sam asked, his eyes going wide. "I was downstairs f—I don't remember anything. So, how'd I get back? Was it Cas?"

"Not exactly," Dean said vaguely.

"Dean, what did you do?" Sam sighed.

"Me and Death—

"Death?!" Sam cut him off. "The horseman?"

"I had leverage." Dean defended. "It's done."

"You sure?" Sam asked as they pulled into the hospital parking lot.

"It's over. Slate's wiped." Dean assured as he parked the car.

"Well, isn't that just neat and clean?" Bobby grumbled as the three of them got out of the car.

Dean shot a glare at Bobby. "Yes, it is—for once."

"Is there anything else I should know?" Sam asked.

Dean hesitated slightly. "No."

~/~\~

The three men walked up to the front desk. Dean smiled at the nurse. "Hi, we're here to see Angela Morgan," Dean said.

The nurse typed something into the computer and nodded. "Alright, I'll take y'all to her room." She smiled sweetly as she stood up.

The nurse led them to Angela's room. They thanked her, and she left to go back to the front desk.

"Alright, let me go in there and talk to her before you come in," Dean told Sam.

Sam nodded, and Dean quietly opened the door. He walked into Angela's room and closed the door behind him.

"Hey, Angie." Dean smiled.

Angela sat up slightly when Dean entered the room. "Hey, Dean. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He assured as he sat down. "So…Sam's awake, and he's actually outside the room right now."

Angela grinned and her eyes lit up. "Really?!"

Dean nodded. "However," he sighed. "He doesn't remember anything from the past year. He doesn't remember being soulless." He said softly.

Angela's brows furrowed slightly. "So he doesn't remember…almost killing me."

Dean just shook his head.

Angela sighed deeply. "Well, lucky him. At least he gets to forget..." She said, trying not to sound bitter.

"Are you going to be okay seeing him?" Dean asked seriously. "If not I can tell him that you're too tired."

Angela paused in thought. "Yeah." She nodded after a few moments. "Because the guy who could've killed me…that wasn't my Sam. To me, that guy is a completely different man than my Sam, aside from physical appearance."

Dean nodded. "Okay. Let me grab him, Bobby and I will give you some alone time." He smiled softly. He walked to the door and opened it for Sam. "Sammy, get in here and see your girl."

Sam quickly walked into the room and Dean walked out, closing the door behind him. Sam paused as he looked at Angela. Most of her wounds were healing fairly well, but there was still bruising. His heart practically broke at the sight.

"Angie…" Sam breathed as he carefully walked over to her bed. "What the hell happened, baby?"

Angela smiled slightly and tears formed in her eyes. "Hey, baby. We were hunting a wendigo. Didn't go as planned." She lied, almost not believing that Sam—her Sam—was in front of her. She looked up into his eyes and noticed that they weren't empty, they were filled with genuine worry and love.

Sam sat down in the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his. "I'm so glad that you're okay. When I heard you were in the hospital...I-I thought the worst."

She nodded and smiled softly and squeezed his hand. "I could say the same for you, Sammy." She replied. She studied his face and wiped away a stray tear with her free hand. "I didn't think I'd get to see your face again."

Sam smiled and leaned down to kiss her softly. Angela kissed him back, and after a few moments, they both pulled away.

"Hmm." She hummed. "It's a shame that we can't celebrate like I'd like to." She smirked slightly.

Sam laughed slightly and nodded. "Well, it'll be worth the wait." He whispered.

Angela giggled and nodded. "Oh, hey, I do have good news!" she said excitedly. "The doctor said I can leave today. Obviously, I'll have to be on mandatory bed rest for a few weeks, but, I get to go home."

"Are you sure you're ready?" Sam asked, worry lacing his voice.

She nodded quickly. "More than ready. I've been in this hospital for almost ten days." She replied. "Can you just grab my discharge papers?"

Sam nodded and pressed a small peck on her lips and walked out of the room. Dean and Bobby walked in.

"Why's he in a rush?" Bobby asked curiously.

Angela fiddled with her blanket. "He's getting my discharge papers."

Dean frowned. "Discharge papers? Angie, you still have weeks to heal!"

"I know, but the doctor said I could go as long as I remain on bed rest." She replied. "I wanna go home and be with my family and my boyfriend."

Sam and Angela's doctor came into the room. Sam had Angela's discharge papers.

"Ms. Morgan, I said you are free to go home, but that it's advised that you stay here for observation." The doctor sighed.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Doc, I gotta get out of this place. No offense."

The doctor let out another sigh. "Fine, obviously there is nothing I can do to stop you. But if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. Come back in a few weeks so we can take your stitches out." He added.

Sam handed Angela her discharge papers and she sighed them, quickly handing them to the doctor.

"Thank you." Angela grinned.

The doctor nodded and left the room so he could check on his other patients.

Angela looked up at Sam. "Can you help me into the wheelchair, babe?"

Sam nodded and gently picked her up. He gingerly set her down in the wheelchair and smiled softly. "Ready to go?"

"More than ready." Angela nodded.

"I still think this is a bad idea…" Dean grumbled as they went out to the Impala.

When they got to the Impala, Sam gently helped Angela into the back seat and sat next to her. Dean and Bobby got up front. Dean started the car and drove carefully to Bobby's house.

~/~\~

When the four hunters got to Bobby's house, Sam helped Angela inside and Dean and Bobby went to work on some of the cars in the lot.

Sam helped Angela get dressed in one of his old T-shirts and a pair of gym shorts. He gently put her on the bed and then lied down next to her.

Angela looked into Sam's eyes and smiled softly.

"What?" Sam smiled at her.

"I'm just happy you're here." Angela murmured.

"Me too," Sam replied before he pecked her on the lips. "Let's get some sleep, okay?"

Angela nodded in agreement and yawned. She scooted a bit closer to Sam and they both eventually fell asleep.

~/~\~

Dean closed the trunk of the Impala. Bobby opened the front passenger door.

"Sam and Angie still asleep?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, let 'em rest," Dean replied. "We'll call them later."

Sam showed up suddenly. "Call us from where?"

"Oh," Dean said. "Uh, there's this thing in Oregon."

"Great." Sam nodded. "I'm in."

"Whoa, whoa." Dean stopped him. "You just got vertical."

"Exactly. I'm up. I'm good." Sam shrugged.

"Well, a few more days of crap cable couldn't hurt," Dean replied. "Plus, you can hang out with Angie."

"Right," Sam replied. "Because that's what you did when you got back from hell."

"Alright. Well, someone's gotta stay with Angie." Dean sighed.

"You two go on ahead." Bobby cut in. "I'll stay with Angie."

"You sure?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bobby said before he left.

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were in the Impala. Sam was on the phone.

"Uh, you got it, officer," Sam said. "Thank you. You too." He added before he hung up. "So, get this, besides the crash, there were two other disappearances in town this week."

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, last weekend, a college girl vanished from her apartment," Sam explained. "On the 17th floor. Then, three days ago, another girl didn't make it home from school."

"They know each other?" Dean asked.

"No." Sam shook his head. "No connection. Just young and female, like the plane-crash girl."

Dean's brows furrowed. "What would disappear a girl out of the sky, anyway?"

"Good question," Sam replied. He glanced at Dean. "So you and Angie never even tried, huh?"

"Tried?" Dean asked, confused.

"To go live a life…after," Sam replied. "You do remember you promised that, right?"

Dean sighed deeply. "Yeah, I remember."

"So, why didn't you try?" Sam asked again.

Dean scoffed. "What makes you think we didn't?"

"Because look at you and Angie," Sam replied obviously. "You're exactly the same."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Dean admitted. "I was with them for a year—Lisa and Ben. Angie stayed in town too."

"A year?" Sam raised a brow.

Dean nodded.

"So then what?" Sam asked.

"Didn't work out," Dean said vaguely. He turned up the music, signaling that the conversation was over.

~/~\~

Angela managed to get herself into her wheelchair when she woke up. She wheeled herself to the study from the first-floor guest room. Bobby was sitting at his desk.

"Hey," Angela said.

Bobby looked up. "Shouldn't you be resting?" he raised a brow.

"Can't sleep." She replied vaguely. "Nightmares." She admitted reluctantly.

Bobby's brows furrowed. "About…Sam?"

Angela bit her lip slightly and nodded. "I just keep reliving that night. I'm elated that he's back, and I know it wasn't really him that hurt me, but…it's hard. Especially when he doesn't remember." She explained. "I just wish…I wish I could forget that night too. I just hate that I can't even talk to Sam about it."

Bobby looked at Angela sadly. "Kid, it's okay to not be okay…You know Dean and I are here for ya, right?"

Angela nodded. "Yeah." She replied. "The worst part is, I don't have any way to take out this negative energy. I can't hunt, I can't train, I can't exercise, nothing!"

"It ain't the same, but you could always help me research," Bobby suggested with a shrug.

Angela smiled slightly and wheeled herself closer to the desk.

~/~\~

"You're, uh…Penny Dessertine's sister, right?" Dean asked.

"Mm-hmm." The woman hummed.

"Uh, we'd just like to ask you a few questions," Sam said softly.

The woman sighed. "Look, the cops already came by. I'm tired. So, if you don't mind—

"I-I understand. Really, I do." Sam assured. "I know how hard this must be. We'd just like to figure out what happened. This will be quick. I promise."

"Okay." The woman conceded. "Fine. Come in."

~/~\~

"Penny was very shy." The woman explained. "To herself. Not at all what you'd call adventurous."

"What, like flying through a lightning storm in a two-seater?" Dean raised a brow.

"She was terrified of that thing." The woman replied. "She just did it for Stan."

"Stan?" Sam asked.

"They were just starting to get serious." The woman replied. "She didn't want to seem, you know…not interested. I just wish I'd told her to stay home. We don't even have a body to bury."

~/~\~

"Hey," Sam said.

"What do you got?" Dean asked.

"Uh…Well, it looks like those other two missing girls both baked cookies for the lord." Sam replied.

Dean looked confused. "What is that? Code?"

"No." Sam shook his head. "Church choir, bake sales, promise-ring clubs, the works. They were good girls. But Penny wasn't even a Christian, so—

"I have another theory." Dean interrupted. "Penny's diary."

Sam's brows furrowed. "Did you steal that from her room?"

"I love that you even asked me that." Dean smiled.

"And why wouldn't I?" Sam asked obviously.

"No reason." Dean shrugged. "So girl-nappings. What if it's not about religion, what if it's about purity?"

Sam's eyes widened. "You mean you think they're all—

"Virgins, Sam." Dean cut him off. "Virgins."

"Penny was 22," Sam replied.

"Yeah, with a pink room." Dean scoffed.

"So?" Sam asked.

"And stuffed teddy bears," Dean added.

"Fine." Sam sighed. "But you really think—

Dean cleared his throat. "I've decided I'm going to give Stan my most precious gift." He read from Penny's diary.

"Wow." Sam laughed. "That sounded really creepy coming out of your mouth."

"I think I delivered it." Dean shrugged.

"You know, you—you could have led with 'the diary'. You know?" Sam replied. "Anyway, let's say you're right. Fine. Who would want virgins?"

"You got me." Dean shrugged. "I prefer ladies with experience."

~/~\~

"It happened so fast," Melissa said, her voice shaking.

"It's alright, Melissa," Sam assured. "What came at you? You can tell us."

"It—it looked like a…a giant bat," Melissa replied. "You think I'm making it up, right? That's what the other man said."

"Well, I'm not the other man." Sam smiled.

"It came right at me," Melissa said. "It was huge. I swear. That's how I got this." She added as she pulled her gown forward. She had large gashes on her back.

"So, it attacked. And then what happened?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Melissa shrugged. "I passed out, and when I woke up, it was gone."

"Is there anything else you can think of?" Sam pressed. "Anything you can tell us, even if it doesn't seem important?"

"Well, my ring got lost." She shrugged. "Or else that thing stole it if that makes any sense."

"What kind of ring?" Dean asked.

"Gold. Promise ring." Melissa replied.

"Promise ring." Dean nodded. "So, uh…from, like, a church? Like a purity ring?"

"Yeah. Why?" Melissa frowned.

"I got to ask. Uh, Melissa…look, nobody is, uh, judging anybody here, okay?" Dean started. "Believe me. But…Should you really be wearing that ring?"

Melissa looked shocked. "Well, I-I mean, I-I am—

"Really?" Dean raised a brow.

"Matt Barne didn't count!" She exclaimed.

~/~\~

"So, what, you think Batman tried to rape her?" Sam asked as they walked to the Impala.

"Well, he does carry a lot of rages. But he rejected her because she was already dehymenated, huh?" Dean replied.

"You think?" Sam raised a brow.

"I think it just goes to show that being easy's pretty much all upside," Dean smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes. "So, what kind of thing likes virgins and gold?"

" ?" Dean suggested.

"You know, it's comforting." Sam smiled slightly.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"I died for a year, came back, and you're still not funny," Sam replied. "You must have driven Angie crazy." He laughed.

"Shut up," Dean grumbled. "I'm hilarious."

~/~\~

Sam sat at the table and frowned at his computer. "This can't be possible."

"Try me," Dean said.

"Um, I googled fire, claws, flying, stealing virgins, and gold, and it all takes me to the same place." Sam sighed.

"Where?" Dean asked.

"World of Warcraft fansites," Sam muttered.

Dean's brows furrowed. "I don't know what that means."

"Dragons, dude." Sam scoffed. "See? Told you. Not possible."

Dean paused for a moment. "Actually, it might be."

"How?" Sam asked. "In what reality?"

"It's been a strange year." Dean shrugged. "We should get a second opinion."

~/~\~

Bobby was cooking and Angela was still in the study. The phone rang and Bobby answered it.

"Yeah?" Bobby asked.

"What do you know about dragons?" Dean's voice came through the phone.

Bobby's brows furrowed. "What? Nothing."

"Seriously," Dean replied.

"Well, they're not like the Loch Ness monster, Dean." Bobby scoffed. "Dragons aren't real."

"Could you make a few calls?" Dean asked.

"To who? Hogwarts?" Bobby sassed.

"Humor me." Dean sighed.

"Fine." Bobby rolled his eyes.

"You're a gentleman and a scholar," Dean replied. "By the way, how's Angie?"

"She's helping me with some research," Bobby replied.

"What?" Dean asked with worry. "She should be resting!"

"I can't blame her," Bobby replied. "She was cooped up in that hospital bed for a while. Hey, how's Memento doing over there? He caught you in any lies yet?"

"Everything's fine," Dean said shortly. "Sam says hey." He added before he hung up.

Bobby rolled his eyes and walked into his study. "Dean called." He told Angela.

Angela looked up from her book. "About?" Angela asked curiously.

"Dragons." Bobby scoffed. "Told him they're not real, obviously."

Angela paused for a moment. "I mean…it's been a weird year." She shrugged.

~/~\~

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean replied.

"Bobby say anything?" Sam asked.

"Nope." Dean shook his head.

Sam was flipping through John's journal.

"Dad never wrote anything about dragons," Dean said. "I promise. I'd remember if I read The Never-Ending Story in there."

"Hey, did we hunt a skinwalker lately?" Sam asked curiously.

Dean shook his head. "Doesn't ring a bell. Why?"

"I don't know." Sam shrugged. "Just…déjà vu or something. Are you sure? I could have sworn—

"You got to remember, your eggs are still a little scrambled, right?" Dean cut him off. "But, yeah, I'm sure." He lied.

"Alright. Yeah. Never mind." Sam replied.

Dean's phone rang. "Hey, Bobby." He answered. "What do you got?"

"Can't believe she didn't jump right to mind," Bobby said. "Dr. Visyak. Medieval Studies, SFU."

"Dr. Visyak, SFU. Got it. Thanks." He replied before he hung up. "I'm going to San Francisco, figure out to kill these things. You figure out where they are."

Sam frowned. "W-wait. D-did Bobby say where they like to park?"

"No," Dean replied.

"Great." Sam sighed. "Back to the lore."

"Which says what?" Dean scoffed. "That they live in Middle-Earth?"

"No," Sam replied. "Caves."

Dean rolled his eyes. "What does Angie see in you…You're such a nerd."

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This is probably one of the longest chapters I've written. We're really going to see Angie struggle internally with Sam being back. On one hand, she's obviously excited that her boyfriend is back to being himself, but on the other hand, she's jealous that he doesn't remember what happened. For the next few chapters, we're going to see her help with research because I'm trying to make the healing process as believable as possible. Don't forget to review! Your feedback means everything! Love y'all.

~Emily