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Episode Summary:

Angel, Sam and Dean are stunned when the spirits of Meg and Agent Henricksen appear and accuse the Winchesters of failing them. Although rattled, the three must pull together to save Bobby, who is too crippled with guilt to fight off the angry ghosts of the young children he couldn't save.

At Bobby's house…

Angel was absentmindedly idling around the house after explaining hers and Cas's conversation to the boys. Bobby sat at his desk with a pile of books in front of him, Sam sat caddy corner to him and Dean stood as vehemently disagreed with believing Castiel was in fact an 'Angel of the Lord'.

Sam shook his head, "Then what else could it be?"

"I'm telling you…" Dean scoffed, "In no way was that thing an Angel. It just isn't possible."

Sam's eyes met his sister, "What do you think, Ang?"

"I don't know… I mean it's just… weird, the prospect of me getting groped and dragged out of Hell by a freakin' angel. And, I mean, if he really is an angel then that just changes everything, doesn't it?" She shook her head, "Why would he lie about that?"

"Maybe he's some kind of demon." Dean quipped, "Demons lie."

Bobby watched them quietly as Angel shook her head, "He can't be a demon, Dean. The guy was immune to everything we threw at him." She counted off with her fingers, "Sigils, salt rounds, devils traps, the knife. Nothing put him down."

"Dean." Sam huffed, "Lilith is scared of that thing!"

"Don't you think that if Angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one… at some point… ever?"

"Yeah." Sam motioned between Dean and Angel, "You two just did, Dean."

"Look, I'm tryin to come up with a theory here, okay? Work with me."

"Dean, we have a theory."

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

"We don't know anything for sure, boys." Angel paused as she crossed her arms and stopped pacing, "So I do agree that we try and figure out every possible answer. The angel thing is definitely still on the table but there's gotta be other things that make sense too."

"That's my point." Dean huffed, "We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

"You three chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" They all looked over to Bobby before walking to his desk, "I got stacks of lore- Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

Deans eyes briefly met Angels shocked ones before shaking his head, "What else?"

"What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your sister out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing."

"Guys…" Sam grinned between his uncomfortable siblings, "This is good news."

"Sorry…" Angel raised a brow, "How?"

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"We don't know that they're good guys, Sammy." She shook her head, "We don't know anything about them. Not really."

"Say it's true." Dean shifted, "Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"At this point…" Bobby nodded, "Vegas money's on yeah."

"I don't know, guys."

"Dean." Sam met his frown, "I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

"Okay, just wait…" Angel fidgeted, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, "I mean, I pray sometimes, sure, that kind of thing can help a person get through the hard parts of this job but…" She shook her head, "I don't know if i can actually wrap my head around the fact that God gives a crap about me personally. That makes less sense than the angel theory."

Sam frowned, "Angie…"

"No, seriously. I mean, sure I've saved a lot of people in my day, we all have, but… I just figured that made up for all the shitty things i've done in comparison. Stealing, lying, cheating, sex… I've pretty much check marked some of the top sins, so why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular Joe-Schmoe."

"Well, if Bobbys right…" Dean sighed and smiled a little at her, "You're a regular Joe-Schmoe that's important to the man upstairs."

"I don't even like being singled out at raffles and birthday parties, let alone by God."

"Too bad." Sam smirked, "Because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat, Ang."

"Great."

"Alright, well what do we know about angles?" Dean sighed as he turned to Bobby, "Strengths, weaknesses, weapons all that?"

Bobby picked up a pile of fat, weighty books and put them in front of the Winchesters, "Start reading."

Dean looks at the pile of books, and turns towards Sam, "You're gonna get me some pie."

"Make that a double, Sammy." Angel winked at him as he grabbed the keys to the impala, "Oh, and turn the coffee pot on when you make your way out, please."

A/N: Smut warning on this next part so if you dont wanna read it skip a long to the diner title :)

Shortly after Sam left, the three remaining hunters nearly jumped out of their seats when loud banging sounded at the front door. Angel and Bobby each readied themselves with weapons as Dean grabbed his pistol and went for the door. Once he peaked out the window he relaxed slightly before sending a look to Angel and opening the door.

Angel's breath hitched as she watched Asa walk through the door. He looked different. He was more muscular since the last time she'd seen him and his body was rigid. He'd let his beard grow out so the scruff covered his face ruggedly, but it suited him. He no longer looked like the held together neat and tidy hunter she once knew. Standing before her was a whole new man. One that held so much pain in those pretty hazel eyes it nearly broke her right there. She felt a deep pain in her soul at the change in his eyes. She's caused so much pain because of her deal; to her brothers, to the man she loved, and to all the others she cared deeply for.

Angel wasn't aware she had been standing there silently crying and staring at him until the sounds of his boots stomping towards her filled her ears. Dean intercepted him quickly, afraid he might attack upon thinking it wasnt really Angel standing before him.

"It's really her, man." Dean let his hand fall from Asas shoulder, "We've already been through all the tests."

Asa maneuvered himself to the side of Dean so he could get a better look at her. As soon as their eyes met again Angel could see the tears trailing down his own face. He rushed over to pull her into a desperate hug. Feeling and breathing in every aspect of the woman in his arms that had been missing since she died. Pulling back his mouth engulfed her in a desperate hungry kiss. One that she immediately reciprocated as his hands tangled in her hair.

"Uh, guys?" Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and they immediately pulled back from the kiss, "We're still in the room."

"How… how is this even possible?" His hands gently encased her face as he studied her, "How are you alive right now?"

"Lets…" Her eyes flashed to Dean and Bobby who were each pretending to read the lore from earlier, "Let's go for a walk."

Leaving the house the two of them walked through the junkyard silently for a few minutes, Asa's eyes never leaving the blonde. His deep emotional eyes made the pit of guilt that much more heavy in her stomach. To the point where she couldn't look him in the eye. She was no longer the woman he once knew all that time ago. Things have changed, she changed. Her time in Hell made sure of that and it would haunt her forever.

Angel didn't know if she had the willpower to act like everything was okay with Asa around. It was easier to do with her brothers. In fact, pretending to be a-okay when you were silently suffering was a Winchester family tradition most of the time. But to do it with Asa? That was a different story. He was always able to read her extremely well. To the point where she couldn't hide her emotional turmoil even if she wanted to.

Asa turned and stopped their walking so they were face to face. He picked his hand up and moved her head so she would meet his gaze.

"You don't have any idea how much i've missed you, Ang."

Seeing the pain in his eyes was enough to set Angel in motion. Quickly she grabbed his face and took him in for another kiss, pushing herself up against him. Asa quickly took over, dominating her mouth and picking her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist and her back was pinned against an abandoned van. When he separated from her she moaned in protest and gazed up at him with so much lust in her eyes it made him grin.

"You do realize we're in the middle of Bobby's scrapyard, right?"

Dropping her legs she went for his pants, "We'll be quick."

Sliding off his pants and then her own she grinned when he picked her back up and pinned her against the van. Angel quickly slipped off the t-shirt she was wearing leaving her exposed in a black lace bra and matching panties. A sight that had Asa nearly growling at before he started kissing his way down her jaw and neck.

"God, I missed you."

Smiling, she captured his lips again as his hands ran over and caressed her body. In the next beat, he buried deep inside her, plunging into her with desperate need. She gasped in pleasure as she moved with him in tune, her back arching as his mouth moved down to her breasts. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly as he quickened his pace and pounded into her. The air around them was thick and filled with their mutual sounds of pleasure, even if they were trying to dial back the volume. Her moaning became louder and louder the closer she got to her climax, and Asa was trying to hold back so he could keep up with her.

"Shit, fuck." She whimpered as her wild eyes met his, "Harder."

Obliging, Asa gripped her thighs tighter as he plunged into her harder and harder. He came first, hard and fast with a loud grunt. Angel screamed out as her orgasm overtook her body as well, tightening all around him. They both slowed as they gasped for air and watched each other closely. He kissed her once more before pulling out and letting her legs down, but kept her closely pinned to the van as he rested his head on his arm.

She beamed up at him as she caught her breath, "I really needed that."

"Glad i could help out." Asa winked before pulling back to retrieve their discarded clothing, "Care to fill me in now?"

Angel frowned, not really knowing how to go about telling him everything. It was a little hard to swallow and she really was just as confused as everyone else when it came to her resurrection. Demons were one thing but angels were in a whole different ball park as far as she was concerned. Regardless of her personal reservation she decided to fill him in on everything they did know thus far. The details from her Hell trip she kept excluded. None of them needed to know the bloodied events that surrounded her stay in the Pit.

"Wow." Asa took a deep breath after taking everything in and getting dressed, "Angels of the Lord, huh? You gotta be kidding me…"

"That's the current theory we're knocking around. Really, it's the only thing that works. Angels can raise somebody from hell and put them back in their original body."

"So this means there's an actual… Heaven? And a God?"

"Lookin' that way."

"Huh…" He raised a brow, "Should we start going to church to purge ourselves of all our sins now?"

"I dont know." Leaning her head on the van she sighed, "Honestly, I've got absolutely no idea what any of this means. I dont why I'm back, why I'm apparently chosen, or what all of this means in the long haul. I mean, we don't have any idea if these 'angels' are friends or foes. Sorry, but i'm not taking the Bible at its word. Way too many translations. These things could be playing us."

"You wanna know what i know?"

"What?"

"They brought you back." Asa smiled as he gazed down at her, "Makes them one of the good guys in my book."

At a local diner…

Sam pulled the impala to a top as he spoke on the phone with Dean, "Yes, Dean, tell her I'll get the chips." He scoffed, "Dude. When have I ever forgotten the pie?" … "Exactly." Once he stepped out of the car he saw Ruby waiting for him at the side of the diner, "I got to go. Yeah, alright. Bye." He walked over to her with a stone faced, "Ruby. "

"So…" Her clouded eyes traveled up to his, "Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Did an angel rescue your sister?"

Sam's eyes widened, "You heard."

She scoffed, "Who hasn't?"

"We're not 100% sure, but… I think so."

"Okay. Bye, Sam."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." As she hurried away from him Sam grabbed her arm and turned her back, "What's going on?"

"Sam, they're angels. I'm a demon. They're not gonna care if I'm being helpful. They smite first, and then they ask questions later."

"What do you know about them?"

"Not much. I've never met one, and I don't really want to. All I know is that they scare the holy hell out of me. Watch yourself, Sam."

"I'm not scared of angels."

Ruby gave him one last knowing look before turning around and leaving him standing there alone.

Back at Bobby's…

As Sam pulled the car up to the house Bobby hurriedly approached the car window, "Keep the engine running."

"Why? What's going on?"

"I got a friend one state over- Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls."

"Olivia Lowry." Sam nodded in familiarity, "A hunter, right?"

"Yeah. We're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me."

Dean approached the driver's side of the car as Angel took her seat in the back.

Sam turned to her as he slipped into the passenger seat, "Thought Asa was here?"

"Got a whacked out call from a friend in Newport. Said he'd be back with us when he figured out what was going on."

Dean grabbed the bag of food Sam brought back but grinned when he looked inside it, "Dude?"

"Yeah?"

His glare deepened, "Where's the pie?"

At Olivia Lowry's house…

Bobby entered the house, armed with a gun. Behind him followed Dean, Sam, and Angel who were also armed. Each of them split off one by one in search for Olivia.

Bobby called out carefully, "Olivia?"

Angel grimaced when she came up on a dead body covered in blood, "Bobby?"

When Bobby came across his old friend's corpse he stormed out of the room upset.

Sam frowned as he pointed to the doorway, "Salt line."

The three of them spread out around the room before Dean knelt down and picked something up, "Olivia was rocking the EMF meter."

Angel continued looking around, "That means spirit activity…"

"Yeah, on steroids." Dean scoffed, "I never seen a ghost do this to a person." Bobby entered the room again with his phone in his hand, "Bobby, you alright?"

His face was grim, "I called some hunters nearby…"

"Good." Angel sighed, "Something tells me we're definitely gonna need the help."

"Except they ain't answering their phones either."

Sam's eyes lifted to his, "Something's up, huh?"

"You think?"

With a glare Bobby walked out of the room as the Winchester's watched him with concern.