Inside Johnny Mac's Diner…
Dean and Sam sat at a table as they gave their order to the waitress. She nodded at them as she wrote it down and smiled before leaving.
"Yeah." Angel walked over to the table as she spoke on the phone and sat between her brothers, "You bet. Thanks Bobby."
Sam eyed her, "What'd Bobby say?"
"Pamelas stable and out of I.C.U." She sighed in relief, "Thank God."
Dean scoffed, "And blind because of us."
Sam nodded, "And we still have no clue who we're dealing with."
"Well… that's not entirely true." Angel countered, "We've got his name. Castiel. That's a big deal. I mean think about it boys…" She leaned into them with a knowing eye, "We get the right spells and mambo-jumbo together we could summon him right to us. Figure this out and be done with it."
"Huh…" Dean cocked his head, "That's not a half bad idea."
"You're both crazy!" Sam scoffed, "Absolutely not."
"No that could work, Sam." Dean pressed, "We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?"
"Exactly what i was thinking. Get some revenge for Pam."
"Okay stop." Sam interrupted quickly, "Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you two want to have a face to face?"
"Yeah, Sammy." Angel quipped, "Because it's about all we can do right now. We don't have any other option. Unless you wanna share something with the class that you've come up with all of the sudden?"
"As a matter of fact I do." He leaned in as he lowered his voice, "I followed some demons to town, right?"
Angel raised a brow, "So?"
"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." The waitress reappeared with three plates of pie and set them on the table before Sam waved, "Thanks."
Instead of walking away though, she plopped into the vacant seat across from Angel as she stared at the three of them with a small smile.
Dean smirked, "You angling for a tip?"
"I'm sorry." Her eyes changed to demon-black for a moment, "Thought you were looking for us."
A uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter also showed their demon-black eyes to the Winchesters. The uniformed man went to the door and locked it before taking a firm stance in front of it.
"Angel." The waitress glared at the blonde who had gone tense, "To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."
Angel's eyes flashed from her to the other demons in the room for a moment, "That's what people keep telling me."
"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? " Anger laced her tone, "Tell me. What makes you so special?"
"Hm." She pretended to think for a second, "Well, I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. Oh. Or maybe it's the blonde hair. Blondes always have more fun, am I right?" The sarcastic humor in her face and voice was quickly replaced by seriousness, "I don't know. It wasn't my doing. I don't know who pulled me out."
"Right. You don't." She cocked her head, "Lying's a sin, you know."
"Thanks for the fun fact." Angel nodded, "But i'm not lying. Actually, I'd love to find out who busted me out if you've got any suspects up your sleeve. Enlighten me, Flo."
"Mind your tone with me, girl." She nearly growled, "I'll drag you back to hell myself."
Sam and Dean, who have both been silently staring daggers at her through this whole exchange, shifted as if to attack. Angel held a hand up and stopped them from making a move. They eyed her warily but settled back down to their seats.
"Now who's lying?" Angel chuckled, "You aren't gonna do diddly, princess."
"No?"
"No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who sprung me, and I'm guessing you're just as freaked as us. You're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade they don't tell you squat. Whoever it was, they want me out, and they're a lot stronger than you. So…" Angel smirked menacingly, "Go ahead. Give me a one way ticket back downstairs. Just don't come crawling on your hands and knees when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose."
The demons glare hardened as she leaned towards Angel, "I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs."
Angel stood up out of her seat and also leaned forward, a challenge beaming in her green eyes. Rearing back she threw a right hook that connected and whipped the waitresses head back. The demon took it without retaliation. Angel swung again and the demon still did nothing in retaliation. She just glared at the three of them, looking more and more nervous.
"That's what i thought." Angel smirked at her before motioning to her brothers, "Let's go, boys."
As they stood, the demon sat stiffly in her chair. Dean pulled a roll of cash out of his pocket and carefully peeled off a ten dollar bill.
He held it up for a second before dropping it on the table like an insult, "For the pie." He quickly followed Sam and Angel as they stalked out of the diner and across the street, "Holy crap, that was close."
"You're telling me." Angel scoffed as she sent a careful look behind them, "I was half expecting her to slit my throat when I hit her the first time."
Sam leaned into them hurriedly, "We're not just going to leave them in there?"
"Well yeah." Dean answered with a matter of fact tone, "There's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us."
Sam scoffed, "I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately."
"Okay, well, yippee for you, but we're not running in there half cocked with one weapon." Angel dismissed, "The three of us are back together so you don't have to be so reckless, Sam."
"Look…" Sam pressed, "We've got to take 'em. They're dangerous."
"They're scared, okay?" Dean shook his head in agreement with Angel, "Scared of whatever had the juice to yank Angel out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time."
Back at the motel…
Once Dean dozed off on the couch with a large book open on his lap, Sam quietly and carefully snuck out. He checked to make sure Dean didn't stir as he swiped his car keys and quietly shut the motel room door behind him. Slipping into the Impala unnoticed her drove away into the night.
In her own room, Angel flicked on the light to the small bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She splashed her face with some water before leaning forward on the sink.
Terrifying and bloody memories flooded her brain as piercing screams flooded her hearing.
Her hands tightened around the sides of the sink as she pulled back to look at herself in the mirror. Taking a shaking breath she wiped her face and hands clean before walking back to her bed. The sounds and images from Hell were more prominent the longer she was topside and the memories were making her physically sick. As she sat down on the bed she swiped her phone from the nightstand and dialed quickly before listening to the line ring.
A gruff voice sounded on the other end, "What?"
"Asa?"
"..." Shuffling around was heard, "Who the hell is this?"
"It's- its me. It's Angel. I'm back. Something lifted me topside. We're trying to figure it out but we're not having much luck as of yet." As silence stretched she sighed, "It's so good to hear your voice, Ace."
"Bullshit. Listen you son of a bitch-"
"Look, I know you don't believe me and I know this sounds impossible. I'm at the Astoria Motel in Pontiac, Illinois. Show up and I'll prove it to you."
A dial tone was heard and Angel hung her head as she flipped her own phone closed. She was hoping he'd get here soon so she could see him again. Lying down she blankly watched whatever movie was playing on the TV before falling asleep.
Soon after falling into slumber, the TV turned to loud static as the radio also started whining. The sounds woke her in confusion as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Upon realizing what was happening she went on instant alert and grabbed her salt filled shotgun that was lying by the bed. Her eyes flashed around the room cautiously, but everything seemed to be in order.
Once again the painfully high-pitched noise began and she grimaced as she grabbed her right ear, keeping the weapon up in her left hand. The mirror on the ceiling shattered and rained broken glass down on her. She crumpled to the ground in pain as she clutched both of her ears. All of the glass in the room began to explosively shatter around her and she tried to jump out of the way. As the noise escalated she screamed in pain and blood ran out of her ears. Dean and Bobby burst into the room as more glass shattered around her, looking around wildly.
Dean dived for her as soon as he spotted her huddled on the floor, cut up from the glass, "Angel!"
Disoriented and in pain, Angel allowed him to lift her up and carry her out of the room hurriedly as Bobby looked around the destroyed room in shock.