Like a Virgin Part 2
Dean stood outside of Dr. Visyak's house. He pressed the buzzer and waited for her to answer the door.
Dr. Visyak peeked through the peephole. "Yes?"
"Dr. Visyak. My name is Dean Winchester." He introduced.
"Office hours are Monday and Friday." She replied bluntly.
"Bobby Singer sent me," Dean said. "Hello? Hi."
The door opened and Dr. Visyak stepped out.
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"Bobby Singer." Dr. Visyak muttered. "Tell him something for me next time you see him."
Dean looked around the house. "Hmm?"
"Actually, just kick him in the jewels." She corrected. "That's more poetic."
Dean looked at her and his eyebrows went up. "No lost love between you two, huh?"
"No." Dr. Visyak shook her head. "Just the opposite."
"Oh?" Dean asked curiously.
"That's his story to tell. He's the idiot." She replied. "So, what's all this about?" She asked, clearly wanting to change the subject.
Dean paused for a moment. "Well, uh…Dragons."
"Really?" Dr. Visyak raised a brow.
"What, no twelve-sided-dice joke?" Dean asked.
"We can joke about them because they've disappeared." Dr. Visyak replied. "But they aren't funny at all."
"Well, one just flew in stateside," Dean said.
Dr. Visyak frowned and her brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"
Dean shrugged. "Fits the lore to a tea."
"But how? I mean, why?" She asked. "It's been 700 years…"
"Banner crop of crazy all the way around these days, doc," Dean replied.
"So you want to know how to kill it." Dr. Visyak said.
Dean nodded. "That's right."
"Well, you need a blade." Dr. Visyak replied.
"Uh…Okay." Dean shrugged. "What kind of blade?"
"One forged with dragon's blood."
"So you need one to kill one, but you got to kill one to make one." Dean scoffed slightly. "How does that work out?"
"Well, there aren't many dragon swords around anymore." Dr. Visyak answered. "Five or six, tops, worldwide. I mean, there's the sword of St. George, and, of course, there's Excalibur. And there's—
"You sure know a lot about this stuff, don't you?" Dean interrupted.
Dr. Visyak smiled. "Well, I sure as hell better. I have one in the basement."
Dean's eyebrows shot up. "You have one."
"Finding it took two decades, countless hours, and some really bad sex with an eastern European ambassador, but, yeah." She explained with a shrug. She opened the door to a room that contained a sword embedded in a boulder.
"That's not real," Dean said in denial. "Is that real? Is it Excalibur?"
"No." She shook her head. "This…Is the Sword of Brunswick. Love of my life."
Dean nodded. "So, uh, what's with the cement shoe?"
"You know, binding a sword to the stone used to be all the rage." Dr. Visyak replied with a smile. "To protect them."
"Alright, well, how do we get this puppy out?" Dean asked.
Dr. Visyak laughed. "Well, come on. You know this one. We need a brave knight who's willing to step up and kill the beast."
Dean nodded. "Right." He replied. "Alright, well, I'll, uh, give it a whirl. Do you mind?"
"Oh." Dr. Visyak raised a brow.
Dean smirked cockily as we walked to the boulder. He gripped the sword tightly and attempted to pull it out, failing.
Dr. Visyak stifled a laugh. "You okay?"
"Never better," Dean grunted. Dean tried to pull the sword out again and failed. "Oh, son of a bitch! That's really on there!"
"Yeah, afraid so." Dr. Visyak nodded.
"Well, I have another idea," Dean said confidently.
Dr. Visyak's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"
Dean pursed his lips. "Well, you're not gonna like it."
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Sam sat at the table in the motel room and scrolled through his research. He sighed a defeated sigh and called Bobby.
"Sam." Bobby's voice came through the speaker. "Where's Dean?"
"Hey, um…He went to go see your friend." Sam replied. "So, look, I'm trying to figure out where this thing lairs up. Uh, little help, maybe?"
"What are the parameters?" Bobby asked.
"Caves, basically," Sam replied. "But there's nothing around for miles."
"So, less literal, then," Bobby said. "What else you got local that's cold, dark, and wet?"
"Huh," Sam muttered. "Well, um…There are no subway lines. Sewers. That could be it. Thanks."
"Alright," Bobby said shortly.
"Wait, Bobby." Sam swallowed nervously. "Wait. Um…You okay?"
"Yeah, of course," Bobby replied. "Why? What's wrong?"
"You've just seemed kinda distant," Sam replied. "Is there something I should know?"
"No," Bobby replied. "All you need to know is where Godzilla's holed up."
Sam sighed. "Well, Bobby, what happened this year?"
"It had its moments. No more than usual." Bobby said. "It's got nothing to do with you, Sam. How could it?" He added. "Look, Dean and I were just a little shaken up by Angie getting hurt."
"Right. 'Course." Sam replied. "How's she doing?"
"She's good. Finally got her to rest, she's stubborn as hell." Bobby replied. "Call me if you need anything."
"Ye—
Sam frowned when Bobby hung up, cutting him off. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Castiel, um…I'm back." Sam prayed. "So, if you got a minute…"
"Sam." Castiel greeted when he appeared. "It's so good to see you alive."
Sam stood up and nodded. "Yeah. You too."
Castiel walked over to Sam, arms out in attempt to hug him, but Sam sat down instead.
"Um…Look, I-I would hug you, but…" Sam trailed off.
"That would be awkward." Castiel nodded.
Sam paused for a moment. "Um…What a crazy year, huh? I-I-I just talked to Bobby. He…He told me everything that happened."
Castiel sighed. "Frankly, I'm surprised that you survived. I was begging Dean not to do it."
Confusion quickly flashed through Sam's eyes. "Yeah. No, I-I-I can understand that."
"You know, it's a miracle it didn't kill you," Castiel said.
"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Yeah, it's a miracle, alright."
"So, how does it feel?" Castiel asked.
Sam's brows furrowed. "What?"
"Well, to have your soul back, of course," Castiel replied obviously.
Sam frowned slightly. "Right. Y-you mean 'cause I was walking around with no soul." He replied. "Uh…Really good, Cas. I'm really good. You know what? I'm just hazy on a few of the details, though. Um…You think maybe you could…walk me through?"
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"You know what? I…I don't like this at all." Dr. Visyak said. "You do realize that this is the single most valuable artifact you have ever touched?"
Dean had brought in C4. "It's also the only weapon we got." He replied. "Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? I actually learned it all from Bobby. Hey, whatever happened there, you know he's at least a genius at this. Do you want me to kill that dragon or not?"
Dr. Visyak sighed. "Okay…"
"Trust me," Dean assured. He knelt next to the rock and placed the C4 on it. "You rocks think you're so smart." He grumbled. "Alright. Welcome to the 21st century. Alright, stand back." He said.
Dean and Dr. Visyak exited the room and Dean detonated the charges.
"Okay. Now…" Dean said as he pulled out the sword. It was broken in half. "You've got insurance for this, right?" He looked at Dr. Visyak.
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Sam looked at the broken sword and then he looked at Dean. "And what are we supposed to do with this, Dean? Give it a booster shot?"
"It's what we got." Dean shrugged. "We're just gonna have to get a little closer. That's all. Where are we on the caves?"
"Nowhere," Sam replied. "Sewers, on the other hand…Here. Check this out." He pointed at their map. "So, two of the disappearances happened within a mile of here. So I think we start there and work our way around."
"Awesome. Who doesn't love sewers?" Dean asked sarcastically. "Let's go."
Sam looked like he was about to say something. Dean raised a brow expectantly.
"What?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "Nothing. Uh, yeah, let's go."
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Dean and Sam walked through the sewers with flashlights.
"Ugh!" Dean groaned. "God. Just when I get used to the smell, I hit a new flavor. Dude, we have been here for hours. There is nothing. I think the lore is off." He said. "Hey, what if, uh…What if dragons like nice hotels?"
Sam pointed his flashlight at something behind Dean. "What is that?"
"What?" Dean asked, turning around. He pointed his flashlight and saw a pile of gold. "Holy crap." He said. He picked up a gold watch from the pile. "Okay, maybe there are dragons here." He nodded as he started to take some of the gold.
Sam rolled his eyes. "Wait. Dean…Not now. Check this out." He said as he walked toward an altar he found. There was a leather-bound book on the altar. "A little arts-and-crafty for a giant bat, right?"
"Hello?" Penny asked. "Is someone there? Hello?"
Sam and Dean found the girls trapped under the grates of the sewer.
"Hey. We're gonna get you out." Dean assured.
"Quick," Penny said. "He's coming back."
Sam was pulled backwards by a dragon. Dean took out the dragon sword.
The dragon laughed. "Where do you think you're gonna stick that?"
Dean cut into the dragon's arm and the dragon hissed in pain.
"Where did you get that?" the dragon glared.
"Comic-Con." Dean sassed.
The dragon knocked the sword out of Dean's hand. The sword fell between the grates. The dragon approached Dean, his hand glowing brightly. Sam distracted the dragon and Dean reach to grab the sword, which was just out of reach.
"Come on, come on," Dean muttered before he was pulled away by another dragon.
Sam kicked away the dragon he had been fighting. Sam reached down and grabbed the sword from between the grates. He stabbed the dragon fighting Dean and the other dragon escaped.
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Dean, Sam, and Angela were in Bobby's kitchen. Dean played with one of the gold watches.
"Hey." Dean grinned. "Ask me what time it is."
Angela laughed and shook her head. "Why don't you cut to the chase and just roll in it?"
Dean shrugged. "I rarely have wealth, Angie." He defended.
"Guys…" Sam cut in, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
Angela looked at Sam, her eyebrows raised. "What's up, babe?"
"I am so…so sorry." Sam said sincerely. "I can't even begin to say..."
"For what?" Dean asked as he set down the watch.
"You know what." Sam sighed.
Dean clenched his jaw slightly. "Did Bobby…
"Cas." Sam corrected.
"Cas." Dean shook his head. "Friggin' child."
"You guys should have told me," Sam said seriously.
"Baby, you weren't supposed to know." Angela sighed.
Sam looked at her and his frown deepened. "What I did? To Dean? To Bobby? And god...What I did to you, Angie?" He asked. "Of course I should know. I-I can't even understand how you can forgive me."
"Sam, Death didn't just shove your soul back in, okay?" Dean cut in. "He put up the great wall of Sam between you and the things that you don't remember. And trust us when we say that the things you don't know could kill you. That's not a joke."
"Alright." Sam nodded. "But I have to set things right. Or what I can, anyway."
"It wasn't you, Sam," Angela assured. "It was someone who looked like you, but it wasn't you. Your soul is what makes you…you, baby."
Sam shook his head. "You know, I kind of feel like I got slipped the worst mickey of all time…and I woke up to find out that I had burnt the whole city down." He said. "And you can say it wasn't me, but…I'm the one with the zippo in my pocket, you know? So I'm not sure it's that cut and dry." He explained. "And look, I appreciate you guys trying to protect me. I really do. But I got to fix…What I got to fix. So I need to know what I did."
"But you don't know how dangerous that could be," Angela replied.
"Angie…I need to do this." Sam replied, taking her hands in his. "I have to make up for what I did. Especially to you…And I'm going to do everything in my power to do so. But to do that, I need to know everything that I did."
"Sam…" Angela started.
Bobby walked into the kitchen. "Hey, there's something I think you ought to see."
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"Now, as near as I can figure it, this dates back around to the 14th century," Bobby said.
"What language is it?" Sam asked.
"Da Vinci code," Bobby replied. "Real obscure Latinate. Gonna take my golden years to translate it all. Oh, and, uh, FYI…that ain't paper."
"What is it?" Angela frowned.
"It's human skin," Bobby said nonchalantly. "Okay. I'm fairly clear on this first bit. It basically described this place. It's like the backside of your worst nightmares. It's all blood and bone and darkness. Filled with the bodies and souls of all things hungry, sharp, and nasty."
"Monsters?" Sam asked.
"It's monsterland." Bobby nodded. "According to this, it goes by many names, most of which I can't pronounce, but I'm thinking you know Purgatory."
"Purgatory?" Dean raised a brow. "Awesome. Well, that is good to know. So, you're saying that these, uh, dragon freaks were squatting in the sewers and reading tone poems about Purgatory?"
"Oh, no, no, no. They're reading an instruction manual." Bobby corrected.
"What?" Dean frowned.
"Yeah. If you're nuts enough to want access to a place that gnarly, this book will show you how to open a door."
"Door to Purgatory." Angela sighed. "Well, we know a demon who would have loved to have known about that. So, how do you open the door?"
"Ask Cloverfield," Bobby replied. "I'm pretty sure he's got that page." He added. "It gets worse."
"Worse?" Sam scoffed.
"This ain't talking about how to take a vacation over there. This is all about opening a door to let something in."
"Bring something here," Angela said. "What?"
"I'm working on it," Bobby replied.
"Could you give us something?" Dean asked.
"I got a name."
"Okay." Dean nodded.
"Mother," Bobby said.
"Mother?" Sam asked. "Mother of what? Mother of dragons?"
"I wish." Bobby scoffed. "It says it a few more times. Mother of all."
"What the hell does that mean?" Angela frowned.
"I don't know." Bobby sighed.
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating this week, I've had a ton of school work. Also, I know this chapter is pretty Angie-lite. But, we're really going to see Sam trying to make things up to Angie, despite the fact that she says he doesn't need to. The next few chapters are gonna be pretty long, and I'm excited for you to read them. Lastly, I'm sorry for any strange reviews being posted, I've reported them and emailed fanfiction, but they still haven't taken it down. Love y'all.
~Emily