Lazarus Rising Part 2
Dean and Angela were sitting at a table. Dean was giving his order to a waitress and Angela just sat quietly, jaw clenched.
"Be up in a jiff." The waitress said.
As she left, Sam entered, talking on his cell phone.
"You bet." He said into the phone. He sat next to Angela.
"What'd Bobby say?" Dean asked.
"Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U." Sam replied.
"And blind, because of us." Angela ground out.
Sam and Dean looked at her, frowning slightly.
"And we still have no clue who we're dealing with." Sam said.
"That's not entirely true." Dean replied.
"No?" Sam asked.
"We got a name." Angela said. "Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us."
"You're crazy, Angie." Sam replied. "Absolutely not."
"And why not?" She asked, looking up at him, eyes narrowed.
"We'll work him over." Dean nodded. "I mean, after what he did?"
"Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you two want to have a face to face?" Sam asked.
"Um, kind of, yeah." Angela nodded. "I wanna give the son of a bitch a piece of my mind."
Dean nodded and looked at Sam. "You got a better idea?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do." Sam replied. "I followed some demons to town, right?"
"Okay." Dean and Angela replied.
"So, we go find them." Sam suggested. "Someone's gotta know something about something."
The waitress reappeared with two plates of pie and Angela's water. She set them on the table.
"Thanks." Sam said.
The waitress then plopped down in a chair at the end of the table. Dean looked at her, smirking.
"You angling for a tip?" he asked.
"I'm sorry." She said. "Thought you were looking for us."
Her eyes went demon-black for a moment; a uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter also showed the demon-black; the uniformed man went to the door, locked it, and stood in front of it.
The waitress's eyes went back to normal. "Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."
"That's me." Dean replied.
"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh?" she asked. "Tell me. What makes you so special?"
"I like to think it's because of my perky nipples." He smirked. "I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out."
"Right. You don't." she raised a brow.
"No. I don't."
"Lying's a sin, you know." She replied.
"I'm not lying." He replied. "But I'd like find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo…"
"Mind your tone with me, boy." She warned. "I'll drag you back to hell myself."
Sam and Angela, who had been staring daggers at her through this exchange, shifted as if to attack. Dean held up a hand and Sam stopped and settled back into his seat. Angela clenched her jaw and finally settled after a few moments.
"No, you won't." Dean challenged.
"No?" the waitress asked.
"No." Dean replied. "Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers." He added. "Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."
"I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs." The waitress glared.
Dean leaned forward, a challenge in his eyes. He threw a right hook at her, which she took. He threw another. She still didn't do anything but glare at them, looking more and more nervous.
"That's what I thought." Dean replied. "Let's go, Sam, Angie."
They stood, and the demon sat there, fuming. Dean pulled a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peeled off a ten dollar bill. He held it up and dropped it on the table like an insult.
"For the pie." He said.
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Sam, Dean and Angela staled out of the diner and across the street, tense and quick.
"Holy crap, that was close." Dean said.
"We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, guys?" Sam asked.
"Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us." Angela replied.
"I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately." Sam replied.
Angela looked at him and clenched her jaw.
"Not anymore, the smarter brother and Angie are back in town." Dean said.
"Guys, we've got to take 'em." Sam said. "They are dangerous."
"They're scared." Angela replied. "Okay?" she looked up at Sam. "Scared of whatever had the juice to yank Dean out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time."
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Dean and Angela were dozing on the couch. Dean had a large book open in his lap. Sam snuck out, checking to make sure Dean and Angela didn't wake.
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Sam drove away in the Impala.
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As Dean and Angela dozed, the television flicked on to the now-familiar static, and the radio started whining as well. It woke Dean and Angela. Dean rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled quickly to grab a shotgun lying by the bed. Angela yawned and grabbed her gun. They looked around cautiously and glanced at Sam's bed and saw that it was empty. Dean grimaced. Angela looked at Sam's empty bed and huffed slightly. The painfully high-pitched noise began again, and he grabbed his right ear. Angela covered her left ear. They both kept their weapons up. A mirror on the ceiling shattered and rained broken glass down on them. They crumpled to the ground, clutching both ears as all the glass in the room shattered explosively. They screamed.
Bobby burst into the room as more glass shattered.
"Dean! Angie!" Bobby yelled.
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Bobby drove his car as Dean and Angela wiped the blood from their faces. Dean sat in the passenger's seat and Angela sat in the back.
"How you two kids doin'?" Bobby asked.
"Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy." Angela replied.
Dean nodded in agreement. "Preachin' to the choir sister."
Dean pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number.
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Sam was in the Impala, staking out the diner full of demons. His cell phone rang; he answered it.
"Hey." Sam said into the phone.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked.
"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger." Sam lied.
"In my car?" Dean raised a brow.
"Force of habit, sorry." Sam replied. "What are you doing up?" he asked. "Is… is Angie with you?"
"Yeah, she's here." He replied. "And uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer."
On Bobby's shocked look, Dean held up a finger.
"All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?" Sam asked.
"Done. Catch you later." Dean replied.
They hung up.
"Why the hell didn't you tell him?" Bobby asked. He turned and looked at Angela. "And you're not one to lie to Sam, what the hell's going on with you two?"
"That's not exactly important, right now Bobby." She replied, avoiding the question.
Dean nodded. "Because he just tried to stop us." He said.
"From what?" Bobby asked.
"Summoning this thing." Angela said.
Bobby looked at her, shocked.
"It's time we faced it head-on." She continued.
"You can't be serious!" Bobby exclaimed.
"As a heart attack." Dean replied. "It's high noon, baby."
"Well, we don't know what it is." Bobby replied. "It could be a demon, it could be anything."
"That's why we've got to be ready for anything." Angela said.
Dean pulled out Ruby's demon-killing knife. "We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk…"
"This is a bad idea." Bobby muttered.
"Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?" Angela asked.
"We could choose life." Bobby replied.
"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me." Dean replied. "That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand."
"Guys, we could use Sam on this." Bobby said.
"Nah, he's better off where he is." Angela murmured.
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Sam snuck into the darkened diner and slipped his lock-picking tools into his shirt pocket. A song was playing on the juke box. Sam snuck in quietly; saw the cook from earlier face-down on the floor, his hands bloody. Sam crouched and turned the man over; he was dead, his eyes burned out and drying blood caked on his cheeks. Sam stood.
A figure tackled him from behind, it was the waitress. They traded blows for a few moments until Sam shoved her away. She too had empty burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looked both terrifying and terrified.
"Your eyes." Sam said.
"I can still smell your soul from a mile away."
"It was here." Sam replied. "You saw it."
"I saw it." The waitress sobbed.
"What was it?"
"It's the end. We're dead. We're all dead."
"What did you see?" Sam insisted.
"Go to hell."
"Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you." Sam smirked.
Sam stepped back, planted his feet, and shut his eyes in concentration. He extended his right hand towards the demon. She heaved and began to vomit black smoke into her hand; in seconds, the waitress had collapsed to the floor as the demon was sucked down into pit. Sam opened his eyes and crossed to the woman on the floor. He checked her pulse and sighed in disappointment.
"Damn it." Sam muttered.
The kitchen door opened and a woman came out. He looked up, apparently not surprised to see her. It was the young woman from earlier.
"Getting pretty slick there, Sam. Better all the time." She said.
Sam stood and they shared a smoldering look. He looked down at the corpse at his feet, his face falling.
"What the hell is going on around here, Ruby?"
"I wish I knew." She replied.
"We were thinking some high level demon pulled Dean out." Sam suggested.
"No way." She replied. "Sam, human souls don't just walk out of Hell and back into their bodies easy. The sky bleeds, the ground quakes. It's cosmic. No demon can swing that. Not Lilith, not anybody."
"Then what can?"
"Nothing I've ever seen before."
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Bobby drew a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. He stood up after he was finished. The entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty rectangular warehouse were covered in similar images.
Dean and Angela were at a table, setting up equipment.
"That's a hell of an art project you've got going there." Angela said.
"Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe." Bobby replied. "How you two doin'?"
"Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife." Dean replied. "I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything we've ever heard of."
"This is still a bad idea." Bobby said. "And I'd expect you to agree with me, Angie."
She sighed. "Yeah well, my view on things has changed a bit." She muttered.
Bobby looked at her, frowning deeply.
Dean eyed Angela a bit. "Yeah, Bobby, we heard you the first ten times." Dean replied. "What do you say we ring the dinner bell?"
Bobby nodded reluctantly. He went over to another desk, took a pinch of some powder from a bowl, and sprinkled it into a larger bowl, which began to smoke. He chanted in Latin.
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Ruby and Sam were seated across from each other at a small table.
"So." She said. "Million dollar question, are you going to tell Dean about what we're doing?" she asked. "I mean, unless Angie's told him."
"No, she hasn't said a word about it." Sam replied. "She's been awfully quiet about the whole subject." He added. "And uh, yeah, I just gotta figure out the right way to say it."
Ruby gave him a hard look.
"Look, I just need time, okay?" he said. "That's all."
"Sam, he's going to find out, especially if Angie decides to spill the beans." She replied. "If it's not from you he's going to be pissed."
"He's going to be pissed anyway." Sam said. "I mean, he's so hardheaded about this psychic stuff he'll just try and stop me. And so will Angie. She's not exactly into the whole psychic thing…"
"Look. Maybe I'll just take a step back for a while."
"Ruby, you…" Sam started.
"I mean, I'm not exactly in your brother's fanclub. And I'm certainly not in Angie's." she replied. "But he is you're brother, and I'm not going to come in between you. And I don't think Angie would exactly be happy to see me."
"I don't know if what I'm doing is right." Sam replied. "Hell, I don't even know if I trust you."
"Thanks." Ruby said sarcastically.
"But what I do know is that I'm saving people." Sam replied. "And stopping demons. And that feels good. I want to keep going."
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Dean, Bobby and Angela were seated on the tables, swinging their legs and looking around bored.
"You sure you did the ritual right?" Dean asked.
Bobby gave him a look.
"Sorry." Dean replied. "Touchy, touchy, huh?"
As if on cue, a loud rattling shook the roof. Dean, Angela and Bobby armed themselves with shotguns and took positions at the far end of the warehouse.
"Wishful thinking, but maybe it's just the wind." Angela said.
The door bust open and a handsome man in a business suit and trench coat staled in. It was Castiel.
The light bulbs above his head shattered in a shower of sparks as he passed them. As he approached, Dean, Bobby and Angela open fired, but the shots don't even slow him down. Dean took the magic knife as Castiel got close.
"Who are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition." Castiel replied.
"Yeah. Thanks for that." Dean said.
Dean reared back and plunged the knife into Castiel's chest. Castiel looked down, unconcerned, and pulled it out and dropped it to the floor. Behind him Bobby attacked; without looking, Castiel grabbed Bobby's weapon and used it to swing him around. Castiel touched Bobby on the forehead with his fingertips and Bobby crumpled to the ground. Angela put her weapon down, and stood next to Dean.
"We need to talk, Dean, Angela." He said. "Alone."
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Angela and Dean crouched over Bobby. Angela was checking his pulse. She glared at Castiel.
"Your friend's alive." Castiel commented.
"Who are you?" Angela asked hardly.
"Castiel."
"Yeah, we figured that much, we mean what are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm an Angel of the Lord." Castiel replied.
"Get the hell outta here." Angela rolled her eyes.
"There's no such thing." Dean agreed.
"This is your problem, you two. You have no faith." Castiel said.
"Who needs it, huh?" Angela challenged, her eyes narrowed.
Lightning flashed, and on Castiel's back shadowy wings appeared, stretching off into the distance. The light went out and the image disappeared.
"Some angel you are." Angela ground out. "You burned Pam's eyes out!" she yelled.
"I warned her not to spy on my true form." He told Angela. "It can be… overwhelming to humans, and so can my real voice. But you two already knew that."
"You mean at the gas station and at the motel." Dean said. "That was you talking?" he asked. Castiel nodded. "Buddy, next time, lower the volume."
"That was my mistake." Castiel replied. "Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought maybe you two would be two of the select few. I was wrong."
"And what visage are you in now, huh?" Angela raised a brow. "What, holy tax accountant?"
"This?" Castiel asked. "This is… a vessel."
"You're possessing some poor bastard?" Dean asked.
"He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this."
"Well, we're not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?" Angela asked.
Castiel frowned. "I told you."
"Right." Dean nodded. "And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?"
"Good things do happen, Dean." Castiel said.
"Not in my experience."
"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?" Castiel asked.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you." Castiel replied. He turned to Angela. "And for you too. And for that we needed you back with the Winchesters."
A/N: Hey guys! I just couldn't wait to post the second chapter. I'm actually super excited for this story line. In this installment Angie's gonna have a bit more depth to her, and you'll find out why in a few chapters. We're really gonna find out some interesting things about her and her family soon, so get ready. I hope y'all are as excited as I am.
Anyway, the schedule is kinda gonna be all over the place until I can edit enough chapters to get back on an every day schedule.
Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!
~Emily