Death Takes a Holiday Part 2
Tessa went into the kitchen, Dean, Sam and Angela following, and turned around.
"You don't remember me?" Tessa asked Dean.
"Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a girl say that… you're gonna have to freshen my memory." Dean replied.
Tessa stepped forward, reached up, and pulled Dean down into a kiss.
Tessa pulled away. Dean watched her for a moment.
"Tessa." Dean said.
"That's one of my names, yeah."
"So, you do know her." Angela said.
"From the hospital after this accident a while back." Dean murmured.
"The accident with Dad?" Sam asked.
Dean nodded.
"So, this is the reaper that came after you." Sam said.
"Yeah." Dean replied.
Tessa turned to look at Sam.
"Well, this was fun." Tessa turned back to Dean. "Now, if you'll excuse me— Tessa moved to turn away and Dean stopped her.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, you can't, you can't take the kid." Dean replied.
"Why?"
"Demons are in town, that's why." Angela said. "They've already snatched your reaper pal. The kid knows where."
"So?"
"So, you should shag ass." Sam replied. "For all we know, they could try and snatch you, too."
"Except that this town is off the rails." Tessa said.
Mrs. Griffith came out of the dining room, picked something off a side table, put up her hair, and left. Sam watched her.
"And someone has to set it straight." Tessa continued.
"Yeah, we understand that, but these are special circumstances." Dean replied.
"What? Your whole angel-demon dance off? I could care less. I just want to do my job."
"Right, yeah, and, look, we want to help you do your job." Angela said. "So, if you would just bail town—
"No." Tessa replied.
"Well, then, could you hold off until we fix this?" Dean asked. "Please."
Tessa sighed. "All right, but just so we're clear, when I start reaping again, I'm starting with the kid."
"Understood. I'll find him." Sam turned to go upstairs.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Angela said as Sam turned back. "What, what are you gonna say to him?"
"Whatever I have to." Sam replied.
Sam left. Dean, Angela and Tessa watched him go.
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Sam came into the room, looking around. He sat down next to the open closet. Cole was just visible inside.
"This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh?" Sam asked. "Pretty scary, too."
"The worst is my mom." Cole replied.
"Must be hard seeing her like this."
Cole leaned out of the shadow. "She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but… she only gets sadder."
Sam laughed a little. "Well, you might want to ease up on the flying soccer balls."
"I'm not telling you where the smoke is."
Sam thought for a moment. "Hey. What if I told you that if you helped me, wouldn't have to leave here? Ever?"
"What about the one downstairs?"
"Tessa?" Sam asked. "Oh, she wouldn't bother you. No reaper would. You could just stay here with your family for as long as you wanted."
"You can do that?" Cole asked.
"Yeah, you bet I can do that."
"You swear?" Cole asked.
Sam hesitated. "I swear."
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"I'll tell you, life is funny." Tessa said.
"What do you mean?" Angela asked.
"Dean and I, together again." Tessa said.
"Are you, are you making a move on me?" Dean cut in.
Tessa shook her head. "You're the one that got away, Dean. You'd be surprised how little that happens to me."
"Can I tell you something between you, me and Angie?" Dean asked.
"Who am I gonna tell?" Tessa asked.
"I won't tell a soul." Angela assured.
Dean nodded. "After mine and Tessa's, uh, little experience… for that whole year, I felt like I had this… hole in my gut… like I was missing something. I didn't know what." Dean said. "Do you know what it was?" Dean asked Tessa.
Tessa listened.
"It was you." Dean said. "The pain of losing my father and Sammy and Angie too. I just… I wish I had gone with you for good. But I guess things are different now."
"What? The angels on your and Angie's shoulders?" Tessa asked.
"So, you know about that, huh?" Dean asked. "Well, hey, don't get me wrong. I mean, most of the ones we've met are dicks with wings. But still… you know, I've done things. Horrible things. And someone upstairs still decided to give me a second chance. It just makes me feel… I don't know."
"Uh-huh." Tessa nodded.
Sam cleared his throat. He had just come down stairs, Cole behind him.
"Hey, guys." Sam said.
"Hey, Cole. I'm Tessa. I'm not going to hurt you."
"It's okay, Cole." Sam assured. "Just tell them what you told me."
"I saw the black smoke at my funeral."
Sam glanced back at Dean and Angela.
"At the cemetery?" Angela asked.
"At the funeral home. It was everywhere."
The lights flickered. Everyone looked around. Dean looked at Tessa.
"You doing that?" Dean asked.
"No." Tessa replied.
The front door opened. Black smoke poured through, filling the house. Everyone ducked as it poured over them. When it was gone, everyone looked around: Tessa was gone.
"Tessa!" Dean yelled.
Sam looked at Cole. "Cole, you know?"
"Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?" Angela asked.
"I don't know." Sam shrugged. "Learn some ghost moves?"
"By tonight?" Dean asked. "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr. Miyagi's."
"Who's Mr. Miyagi?" Cole asked.
Sam looked between Dean, Angela and Cole.
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Dean, Cole, Sam and Angela stood on the porch. Dean was staring at a miniature windmill.
"It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate." Cole said.
"I am concentrating." Dean replied.
Sam and Angela raised their eyebrows. Dean let out a breath and glared. The windmill turned a quarter turn.
"Ah, here we go, baby." Dean smiled.
The windmill stopped. Cole looked at Dean.
"You pull a muscle?" Cole asked.
"All right, Yoda, let's see what you got."
Cole looked at the windmill. It started spinning and didn't stop. The porch swing started swinging. The wind chimes started chiming. Sam and Angela laughed a little.
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed. "You are so Amityville."
Cole grinned.
"This isn't even the good stuff."
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Cole punched Sam in the stomach. Sam folded over.
"See?" Cole asked. "If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad."
Sam straightened up. "Yeah, got it."
Cole looked at Dean. "Now you try. Hit me."
"Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size." Dean indicated Sam.
Cole whacked Dean in the face. Sam and Angela laughed. Dean rubbed his face. Cole went over to Sam.
"Hit me as hard as you can."
"Dude, I'm not gonna do Fight Club with a 12 year old." Sam said.
Cole whacked Sam in the face. Sam shook it off.
"All right, cut it out." Sam said.
"Make me." Cole taunted,
Cole took a swing at Angela. Angela blocked and swung back. Cole vanished. The three hunters looked around. Cole reappeared out of reach.
"Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that." Dean said.
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The walls of the funeral home were covered in glowing blue diagrams, mostly six sided figures, some in circles and some in squares, all with lines through them and squiggles inside the triangles thus formed. Dean, Sam and Angela crossed the street to the building. Pedestrians went by, ignoring both Dean and the glowing blue diagrams.
"This looks like New Jack City." Dean said. "Can nobody see this?"
"Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil." Angela said.
"Any idea what it's for?" Dean asked.
"We'll find out." Sam replied.
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A door was standing open. Sam went in. Dean and Angela followed. Sam went one way around the stairs, Dean and Angela the other. Sam shrugged: he saw nothing. Dean and Angela turned around.
In the open space in the middle of the room, there was a square with triangles on each side to form and eight-pointed star, with squiggles at each point. Lying in the figure were Tessa and an old man in a suit, presumably the first reaper. Sam, Dean and Angela came for a closer look. On the far side of the reaper was a man standing guard. He had not seen Sam, Dean and Angela.
"Dude, check me out." Dean whispered.
Dean took a few steps forward and vanished. He reappeared behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder; when the man turned around, Dean punched him in the face. When the man straightened up and took a swing, Dean was gone. The man looked around: he and the reapers were the only ones visible. A hand tapped the man's shoulder; this time it was Angela who punched him. Dean and Sam reappeared on the man's other side and Dean punched him again. Sam kneed the man in the chest. The man scrambled away. Dean kicked him. The man hid behind the coffin on the dais. Dean, Sam and Angela followed him up.
"You know, this ghost thing, it's, it's kind of rad." Dean smirked.
Another man came out from behind a curtain, carrying a chain and making pained noises. The first man scrambled over the coffin and out of the way. The second man pulled the chain tight and hooked it to a candle stand.
"It's iron." Angela said.
The man, who must be a demon, let go of the chain. His hands were smoking. Sam, Dean and Angela looked around; the chain surrounded them.
A third demon came into the room.
"You three find the place okay?" the demon asked. Its eyes rolled white: it was Alastair.
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Alastair's eyes returned to human. He walked up to the chain. One of the demons handed him a shotgun and left. Alastair checked the shotgun, then aimed it at Dean and fired. Then he did the same to Angela. They both disintegrated.
"Rock salt's not so much fun anymore, is it?" Alastair smirked.
Sam glared at Alastair. Dean and Angela reappeared.
"Alastair." Dean growled.
"You bastard." Angela said.
"Well, go on." Alastair taunted Sam. "Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?"
Dean glanced at Sam. Angela looked at Sam and just shook her head. Sam fumed.
"It's hard to get it up when you're not wearing your meat, huh?" Alastair asked.
"Go to hell." Sam spat.
"Ah, if only I could." Alastair shrugged. Alastair turned away, crossing the room. "But they just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole."
"To kill death?" Dean asked.
"No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal. I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings."
Alastair pumped the shotgun and fired. Sam disintegrated. Alastair came back up to the chain.
"By the way, it's, uh, good to see you again, Dean." Alastair smirked.
"You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us." Dean replied.
"Ah, that so?" Alastair asked.
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Alastair was holding a scythe, turning it over in his hands.
"Anyhoo…" he said.
Dean, Sam and Angela watched Alastair.
"Moon's in the right spot." Alastair continued. "The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?"
"You're gonna kill a reaper with that?" Angela asked. "It's a little on the nose, don't ya think?"
"Is it?" Alastair replied. "An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos." Alastair went over to the reapers. "And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse." Alastair knelt next to the old man reaper. "It pays to have friends in low places." He hauled the reaper up by the collar. "Don't you think?"
Alastair put the scythe behind the reaper's neck.
"Hic cruor messorius, illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit, aperiat ut resurgat!" Alastair chanted.
Alastair pulled the scythe. There was white-blue light. Alastair lowered the dead reaper to the floor. Alastair straightened up.
Sam looked up: there was a chandelier hanging above the reaper trap.
Alastair stepped over the dead reaper and grabbed Tessa by the shoulder, holding the scythe to her neck. She was awake. Sam glanced between Dean, Angela and the chandelier.
"Stop!" Tessa yelled.
Dean and Angela stared at the chandelier and concentrated.
"Hic cruor messorius—Alastair started.
Sam stared at the chandelier and concentrated.
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"-illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit—Alastair continued.
The chandelier was shaking with the force that Sam, Dean and Angela were applying. Tessa watched them.
"-aperiat ut—Alastair chanted.
The chandelier fell.
"-resurgat!" Alastair finished.
The chandelier landed on the corner of the reaper trap, breaking it. Tessa vanished. She reappeared at the candle stand and unhooked the chain.
"Bye-bye." Angela waved.
Tessa, Dean, Sam and Angela vanished.
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Tessa, Dean and Angela appeared. They looked around.
"Where's Sam?" Tessa asked.
"We'll go find him. You get out of here." Dean replied.
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Pamela and the demon fought. Pamela got loose of the demon and leaned over Sam.
"Animum vult decipi, ergo—Pamela started.
The demon grabbed Pamela and threw her across the room, knocking over candles and the coffee maker. Pamela sat up. The demon pulled out a knife and stabbed Pamela in the gut.
Sam sat up. The demon pulled out the knife.
"Pamela!" Sam yelled.
Sam raised a hand and flung the demon against the wall. Sam stood and exorcised the demon with his mind. The demon's host slumped to the floor.
Sam turned to Pamela, crouching down to her lever. Pamela was laughing.
"What's so funny?" Sam frowned.
"I can't die, not in this town."
Pamela took her hand away from the injury. There was no blood.
"Pamela—Sam started.
"Quit your worrying, grumpy." Pamela replied. "How about you make me a drink, huh?"
"You need a doctor."
"Make me a drink, Sam."
Sam swallowed thickly. "Fine. But Angie's gonna kill me for not taking you to a hospital."
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Dean and Angela walked along the alley, looking around.
"You can't run." Alastair smirked. Alastair stood in the alley. "Dean."
Dean and Angela stopped and stared. Alastair advanced. Dean retreated, pulling Angela along.
"Not from me, Dean." Alastair taunted. "I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours."
Blue-white light struck Alastair. He vanished.
"What the hell?" Angela asked.
"Guess again." Castiel replied.
Dean and Angela turned around. Castiel was behind them.
Angela broke out into a small smile. "Man, am I glad to see you."
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"What just happened?" Angela asked.
"You, Dean and Sam just saved a seal. We captured Alastair." Castiel replied. "Dean, Angela, this was a victory."
"Well, no thanks to you." Dean replied.
"What makes you say that?" Castiel asked.
"You were here the whole time?" Dean asked.
"Enough of it." Castiel looked away.
"Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt." Dean scoffed.
"That script on the funeral home, we couldn't penetrate it."
"That was angel-proofing." Angela said.
"Why do you think I recruited you three in the first place?" Castiel asked.
"You recruited us?" Angela asked.
"That wasn't your friend Bobby, who called, Angela. It wasn't Bobby who told you about the seal."
"That was you?" Dean asked.
Castiel looked down.
"Cas, if you wanted our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?" Angela asked softly.
"Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite." Castiel replied, sighing.
"So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?" Dean asked.
"Yes." Castiel nodded.
"These are good people." Angela said.
"What, you think you can make a few exceptions?" Dean asked.
"To everything there is a season." Castiel replied.
"You made an exception for me." Dean said.
Castiel paused, then looked at Dean. "You're different."
There was a long pause. Tessa was next to Dean.
"Dean? Angela? I could use your help." She said.
Castiel was gone.
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Cole turned around. Tessa was there, wearing a white dress instead of the jeans and black jacket of a moment ago. Dean and Angela were behind him.
"Tell Sam thanks for nothing." Cole said.
Dean looked down and Angela sighed.
"Look at her, Cole." Tessa said.
Cole glanced back.
"Do you see how unhappy she is?" Tessa asked.
"That's why I want to stay with her."
"As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go."
Cole glanced back again.
"Because you won't let go of her."
"Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?"
"Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise." Tessa shrugged.
Dean looked away.
"That's not an answer." Cole replied.
"She won't answer you, Cole." Dean cut in. "Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there."
"Why?"
Angela knelt in front of Cole. "Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you." She whispered. "It's okay to be scared."
"I'm not scared." Cole said.
"We're all scared." Angela murmured. "In truth, that's the big secret. We're all scared of something."
Cole looked between Dean and Angela. "Are you two coming?"
Tessa looked down.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll be there sooner than you think." Angela said.
Cole looked back at Mrs. Griffith. He unfolded his arms and walked towards Tessa. She hugged him, closing her eyes. He melted into her, vanishing into the white light.
Angela stood up.
Mrs. Griffith looked up. She didn't look sad.
Tessa turned to face Dean and Angela.
"Look out for that boy." Dean said.
"Look out for yourself, Dean." Tessa said.
"What do you mean?" Dean frowned.
"I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see the most?" Tessa replied. "Lies. 'He's in a better place.' 'At least they're together now.' You all lie to yourselves, Dean, 'cause like Angela said, deep down, you're all scared of something. Stop lying to yourself, Dean. You too, Angela."
"What?" Dean asked.
"The angels have something in store for you two. A second chance. Really?" Tessa replied. "'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you two know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts. There's no such thing as miracles."
"What… what are you saying?" Angela asked.
Tessa said nothing. A moment later, she was gone.
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Pamela sat on the edge of Dean and Angela's bed, one hand on the stab wound, leaning on the other.
"Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis." Pamela got up to move to the other bed.
Sam got up to help her. "Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping till we get you better."
"I'm pretty sure she's started up again." Pamela replied.
Blood was pouring over Pamela's hand.
Dean and Angela took deep breaths and sat up. Pamela took a drink. She was breathing hard. Dean and Angela looked at Pamela and saw the blood.
"Pam!" Angela exclaimed, rushing over to her.
"What happened?" Dean asked.
"Where's Tessa?" Sam asked.
"She's…" Dean started.
Pamela took off her sunglasses.
"No, no, no, we, can fix this. We can, we have to!" Angela said, trying to stop the blood, her hand soon getting covered with blood.
Sam looked at Pamela. "Pamela, I'm so sorry." He whispered.
He tried to pry Angela away from her, but Angela shoved him off.
"Stop." Pamela said.
"You don't deserve this." Sam said.
Tears clouded Angela's vision. "No, no, no." she repeated.
"Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this." Pamela said. "Do me a favor? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer, to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place." She added. She looked at Angela. "And Angie, damn you for becoming one of my best friends you crazy bitch." She smiled a bit, before she started coughing.
"Take it easy, Pamela." Angela whispered, sniffling.
"If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place." Dean said.
Pamela turned her head toward Dean. "You're lying."
Sam looked at Dean.
"But what the hell, right?" Pamela asked. "Everybody's got to go sometime." Pamela beckoned Sam closer. Sam leaned close. Pamela whispered in his ear, so not even Angela could hear. "I know what happened between you and Angie. I know what you did to that demon, Sam."
Sam's eyes widened.
"I can feel what's inside you." Pamela whispered. "If you think you have good intentions, think again."
Pamela started coughing again. She leaned back against the headboard, a trickle of blood coming out of her mouth, and was still.
"Pam?" Angela's voice cracked. "Pam, no, no, come on Pam." She tried to control herself, but she started crying anyway.
Pamela's head slid down.
Dean pulled Angela up and pulled her away from Pamela. Angela quit struggling and leaned into Dean. Dean hugged her to him and looked at Sam.
"What did she say to you?" Dean asked.
Sam looked away.
A/N: Hey guys! Hope you liked the chapter! Writing Angie into Pam's death was really interesting. I mean, Pam and Angie have known each other for quite some time, so of course I wanted Angie to be really affected by Pam dying, so I hope you guys really liked this chapter. In the next chapter we have a very intense Cas/Angie scene. I'm a bit worried I wrote Cas a bit OOC, but I do want him to act differently around Angie, so we'll see how it pans out.
Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!
~Emily