Mommy Dearest Part 2

Dean looked into the interrogation room and saw that the Sheriff had been decapitated. "Rigorous interrogation, huh?"

"Well, we got a location," Bobby replied. "Now we just gotta get close enough to take a shot."

"Alright." Dean nodded. "Well, let's all take one." He said, giving a shell to everyone. "Load 'em up. Make 'em count."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Bobby, and Castiel walked down the street. The found the address. It was the diner that they were in earlier.

"You gotta be kidding me." Dean groaned. "She's been in there the whole time?"

"Why'd she ever let us in? Or out?" Sam frowned.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Dean shrugged.

"What, just stroll in?" Bobby raised a brow. "We don't know who's human or who's her."

"Well, there's one way to draw her out." Dean shrugged. "Me, Angie, and Sam will go in."

"Dean." Bobby sighed.

"Look, if we don't get a shot off, you two better," Dean replied.

"That's the plan?" Bobby scoffed.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, pretty much."

Sam and Angela handed Bobby their bags. Dean took his bag with him. The three younger hunters walked to the diner.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela entered the diner and sat down. There were several other people inside.

Sam cleared his throat and looked around.

"Now what?" Angela asked.

Sam used his phone's camera to see if anyone's eyes were glowing. Everyone's eyes were and Sam sighed. "Crap. Crap. Crap."

"Starships?" Dean asked.

"Yeah."

"Is there anybody in this diner that is not a flesh-eating monster?" Dean grumbled.

"Uh, me, you, and Angie," Sam replied.

"Okay, well, let's get the hell out of here," Angela suggested.

"Shall we?" Sam agreed.

Eve, disguised as a waitress came out with three plates. "Three specials, right?" She asked, setting the plates down.

"Uh, no, that's not for us." Sam smiled politely. "We were just headed out."

Eve put her hands on her hips. "Now, that would be rude, Sam."

Sam swallowed nervously. "Let me guess. Eve."

"Pleasure." Eve smiled.

"Why don't we step outside," Dean suggested. "Chat?"

"Why?" Eve's brows furrowed. "This is private."

The Starships closed the blinds so that no one could see in through the windows. One of them took Dean's bag and opened it. Eve removed one of the guns and smelled it.

"Phoenix ash." She commented. "I'm impressed. I bet you had to go a long way for that."

"You have no idea." Dean seethed.

Eve turned to one of the Starships. "Destroy these." She commanded. "Thank you." She added as he took the guns. She turned to face the three hunters. "Relax. I'm not here to fight."

"No?" Dean asked. "Just to rally every freak on the planet, bring in Khan Worms and-and half-assed spider-men, and dragons. Really, sister? Dragons?"

Eve just shrugged. "So, I dusted off some of the old classics. I needed help."

"With what?" Angela scoffed. "Tearing apart the planet?"

"You misunderstand me," Eve replied. "I never wanted that. Not at first. I liked our arrangement."

"What arrangement?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing.

"The natural order." Eve clarified. "My children turned a few of you, you hunted a few of them. I was happy."

"Okay, so what changed?" Dean asked.

"My children, no thanks to you, started getting kidnapped and tortured," Eve explained. "Even my first-borns. I was pushed into this. After all, a mother defends her children."

"Really?" Angela raised a brow. "You're gonna use the Mother of The Year defense? You?"

"It happens to be true." Eve defended. "Know what? Maybe you'll believe me if I look a little more like this." She added before she transformed into Angela's mother, Lillian Ann.

Angela glared and clenched her jaw. Sam gently took her hand in his and gave her a comforting squeeze. "Oh, you bitch," Angela growled.

"She died to protect you, didn't she?" Eve asked, raising her brows. "See. You understand a mother's love. I'm no different."

"Alright, you know what?" Angela replied. "This conversation's over. If you're gonna kill us, kill us!"

"You?" Eve frowned. "No. It's Crowley I want dead."

Dean scoffed. "Well, you're too late there, that little limey mook roasted months ago."

Eve smirked. "Crowley's alive."

"That's impossible." Sam frowned.

Eve scoffed. "I see his face through the eyes of every child he strings up and skins. Any idea why he's hurting my babies?"

Angela shrugged. "He wants Purgatory, right? Location, location, location."

Eve laughed. "Is that what he told you? It's about the souls."

Sam scoffed. "What about 'em?"

"Their power, you simple little monkey." Eve sighed. "Fuel. Each soul a beautiful little nuclear reactor. Put 'em together, you have the sun. Now think what the king of Hell could do with that vast, untapped oil well. How powerful he'd be." She explained. "Now Crowley wants to siphon off my supply, and torture my children to do it? Okay fine. I'll quit playing nice. I'll turn you all. Every soul, mine. Let's see how hot his Hell burns when everyone comes to me." She smirked. "He asked for it."

"You know, last I checked, there were a few billion of us." Dean glared. "That plan might take a while."

Eve shook his head. "What exactly do you think I'm doing here? I'm building the perfect beast."

Sam frowned in realization. "Wait a second, all those…all those things we've been finding."

"Call it beta testing." Eve shrugged.

"Well, I think your formula might be a little off." Angela scoffed. "They're imploding all over town."

"Oh, there were a few unfortunate failures." Eve agreed. "But, I eventually got it right. Quiet, smart, inconspicuous. It can spread through a whole town in under a day, oh and the best part, you've been with it the whole time."

Dean frowned in confusion. "What?"

"Yes, you were the final test." Eve continued. "I had to see if it could slip past hunters undetected, of course." She smiled evilly. "Little Ryan."

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"You look upset." Eve sighed. "If it makes you feel any better, Ryan was bound to work on you. Little wayward orphan, like yourselves." She added, pinching Angela's cheek. "There's nothing you can do about it now. So, let's talk."

"Nothing to say." Angela snarled.

"Well, that's where you're wrong." Eve countered. "I have an offer to propose. Crowley. As you know, not so easy to find. So, here's the deal. You find him, bring him to me, I let you live."

"Pass." Angela glared.

"Angie…" Sam started.

"Sam, no," Angela replied firmly. "The answer is no."

"You say that like you have another option," Eve replied.

"Maybe we do, maybe we don't." Dean glared.

"You think?" Eve raised a brow as Bobby and Castiel were brought in. "Well, so much for your plan B." she shrugged. "And you," she looked at Castiel. "Wondering why so flaccid? I'm older than you think, Castiel. I know what makes angels tick. Long as I'm around, consider yourself…unplugged." She smirked. She turned back to the three younger hunters. "Work for me. It's a good deal. Bonus, I won't kill your friends."

"Alright, look." Angela glared. "The last few months we've been working for an evil dick. We're not about to sign up for an evil bitch. We don't work with demons. We don't work with monsters. And if that means you gotta kill us, then kill us!"

"Or, I turn you," Eve replied. "And you do what I want anyway."

"Beat me with a wire hanger, the answer's still no," Angela replied.

Eve was suddenly behind Angela. She grabbed her shoulder and had her head next to Angela's. Sam and Dean got up but were restrained by Starships. The two men struggled.

"Don't test me," Eve warned.

"Bite me," Angela growled.

Eve lunged down and bit into Angela's neck, causing her to yell in pain.

"Angie!" Sam yelled, thrashing against the Starship.

"No!" Dean yelled.

Eve staggered back, coughing. Angela smirked.

"Phoenix ash," Angela commented. "One shell, one ounce of whiskey. Down the hatch. Little musty on the afterburn." She added. "Call you later, Mom."

A light shined from Eve's chest. She morphed from Lillian Ann back to her brunette form. She choked violently. Dark liquid came out of her mouth and nose. She fell to the ground and died. Suddenly, the Starship started attacking.

"Shut your eyes!" Castiel yelled. He created a blast of white light throughout the diner, killing all the monsters.

"We got to take you on more monster hunts," Bobby muttered.

Sam ran over to Angela and frowned, obviously worries. "Cas, um, Angie's bleeding pretty good…"

Angela held a hand to her neck and groaned. "Yeah, I think she turned me into a Jefferson Starship. Could you clear that up, too?"

Castiel touched Angela's shoulder and her wound was healed. Sam pulled Angela to him protectively.

"I'm okay, Sammy." She assured. "I'm okay."

"Pretty ballsy, kid," Dean commented. "Alright, we got to go. Now."

"Where?" Castiel frowned.

"The kid." Dean sighed. "He's one of 'em."

Castiel rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Unbelievable."

"Yeah, I know, Cas, you told me, alright." Dean snapped. "Let's just go."

Castiel shook his head in disbelief. Angela put the empty shell on the table and Castiel teleported all of them to the uncle's house.

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The uncle was lying dead on the floor.

"So, we kill the wicked witch and she still wins." Dean scoffed. "I mean, they could've turned half the town by now." He added. He turned to Castiel, who was about to say something. "Don't say it."

Bobby was walking around, investigating. He found the door and opened it, revealing both Ryan and Joe's dead bodies. "Found 'em." Bobby sighed.

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Castiel went to go see.

"Well, who ganked them?" Dean asked.

Sam bent down and touched a yellow powder. "Demons…" he frowned.

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"So, what do you think?" Sam asked.

"I think that demons don't give a crap about monster tweens unless they're told to," Dean replied.

"So, you think she was telling the truth?" Angela frowned.

"The truth about what?" Castiel asked.

Angela sighed. "Eve. She said that Crowley's still kicking."

Castiel's brows furrowed in confusion. "But I burned his bones…Was she certain?"

"Sounded pretty sure," Dean replied. "According to her, Crowley's still waterboarding her kids, somewhere."

"I don't understand." Castiel shook his head.

"Well, he is a crafty son of a bitch." Angela scoffed.

"I'm an angel. I'll look into it immediately." Castiel replied before he disappeared.

"Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "Let us know what you find out!"

Bobby and Sam walked away, both looking like they wanted to say something.

Angela looked between them and frowned. "What?"

Bobby sighed deeply. "How did Crowley get away?" he asked. "I mean it's not like Cas to make mistakes like that. Unless-

"Unless what?" Dean frowned.

"Unless he meant to," Bobby replied.

Angela's brows furrowed. "Bobby, this is Cas we're talking about." She defended the angel. She turned to Sam. "Do you believe this?" she asked. There was a long pause and her frown deepened. "Sammy?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "Look it's probably nothing, it's just…You know what? You guys are right. It's—it's probably nothing."

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Angela was in the guestroom of Bobby's house sitting on the bed she shared with Sam. She had a small photo album open on her lap and she looked at it thoughtfully. Sam cracked the door open and poked his head in.

"Hey," Sam greeted as he fully opened the door and walked inside. He sat next to Angela on the bed and looked at the photo album curiously. "What're you looking at?"

Angela looked up and him and smiled softly. "A photo album. Seeing Eve look like my mom...I don't know, made me kinda nostalgic. My dad was a pretty sentimental guy...He put this photo album together until the day he died." She murmured.

Sam wrapped his arm around Angela and gently pulled her close to him. "My dad never did stuff like that..." He murmured as he looked at the photos. His eyes landed on a photo of Angela from when she was about five-years-old. "You were adorable." Sam smiled softly.

Angela's eyes landed on the photo that Sam was looking at and she giggled. "That was my first day of kindergarten," She smiled. Angela flipped through the pages and pointed at a photo. "This was my junior prom," She noted.

Sam stared at the photo with a small smile. A 17-year-old Angela was wearing a baby blue strapless prom dress with matching shoes. Her hair was curled and she had light makeup on.

"You're beautiful." Sam said softly.

Angela blushed slightly. "Sammy, that dress I'm wearing is ridiculous!"

"Ridiculously beautiful." Sam grinned.

Angela rolled her eyes playfully. "You're so cheesy."

Sam kissed her on the cheek sweetly. "That's nice, though. That your dad wanted you to have a semi-normal life."

Angela nodded in agreement. "Yeah." She murmured. "God, I miss him..." She breathed, swallowing back tears.

Sam kissed Angela's temple comfortingly. "You know, we should keep this photo album going."

Angela's brows furrowed slightly. "What?"

"We'll keep putting photos in there until it's all filled up." Sam shrugged. "Here," Sam said as he pulled out his phone and flipped it open.

"Sam, do not take a picture of me," Angela warned. "I look gross..."

"Not possible," Sam replied with a small smile. "One picture. Please?"

There was a ghost of a smile on Angela's lips as she contemplated it. That's when Sam took the chance to snap a photo.

"Sam!" Angela exclaimed. "I wasn't ready!"

Sam smiled at the photo. "I'm gonna print that out and we're gonna put it in the photo album." He said softly before he shut his phone.

"You're not even gonna let me see it?" Angela sighed.

Sam shook his head. "You'll try and delete it. Just trust me when I say that you're beautiful, okay?"

Angela smiled shyly and leaned up to kiss Sam softly. "You're lucky I like you," She teased.

A/N: Hey guys! Finals week is finally over! Thank you so much for wishing me luck, I appreciate it :) I took the liberty of having Eve transform into Angela's mom because I thought it would be an interesting take. It also gave me the opportunity to write that little Sam/Angie scene at the end. Anyway, I hope you guys liked it! Love y'all.

~Emily