Lazarus Rising Part 1

A/N: Hello, and welcome to the third installment of The Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC, a hunter named Angela Morgan and is a revision of Season 4. I do suggest reading the first two installments, The Taste of Loneliness and A Time to Love to get a better understanding. The story will follow the perspective of Sam, Dean and Angela, so some scenes may be cut out, but I'm assuming most if not all of you have seen the show. :)

Disclaimer: I do not in anyway, shape or form own Supernatural or the characters. I just own Angela. :)

There were flashes of Dean being tormented, his eyes flicking back and forth, his face covered in blood.

Suddenly, Dean was in a dark place; he breathed heavily and flicked his lighter on. He was inside a wooden coffin.

"Help! Help! Help!" Dean called, extremely hoarse.

Dean pounded on the wood above his head; dirt rained down on his face. He continued to pound.

~/~\~

In the middle of a grassy field, a simple wooden cross was planted. Suddenly a hand burst out from the dirt, followed by another. It was Dean, and he crawled his way out of the ground, groaning and gasping. He lied on his back, panting. He stood, looked around in the glaring sunlight. Around his crude headstone was a perfect circle of dead trees, lying on the ground as if an unearthly powerful blast had felled them.

~/~\~

Through the hazy heat, Dean walked down an empty road and approached an abandoned gas station. He pounded on the door.

"Hello?" Dean asked, hoarse.

~/~\~

Dean rolled up his outer shirt over his right hand and broke the glass on the door. Inside, he grabbed a water bottle from a fridge and gulped at it, gasping. He found a newspaper and saw the date, which read: Thursday, September 18th.

"September." Dean breathed.

~/~\~

Dean washed his face in a dingy sink, then looked up and stared at his reflection. He wore a tight black t-shirt. Frowning, he stood and pulled the shirt up to expose his chest.

Dean remembered his chest was ripped apart by the Hellhounds.

Dean stared at his unblemished, unscarred chest in the dingy gas station mirror. He turned his left shoulder to the mirror and pulled up the sleeve to reveal a large, raw handprint brand.

~/~\~

Dean pulled snacked and energy bars from the shelves, along with several bottles of water and stashed them in a plastic bag. He stopped in front of a magazine stand and grinned slowly. On the stand was an Adult Magazine, 'Busty Asian Beauties'. He picked it up, smirked, flipped through it and stuffed it in the bag too.

He went to the counter, set down the bag, and hit a single button on the register, snapping his fingers in satisfaction when it popped open. As he was looting the cash, the TV to his left flicked on, showing only static. He shut it off; only to have a radio to his right turn on to white noise. Not wasting another moment, he went to another shelf and grabbed a carton of salt, opened it, and began to pour it along the windowsill.

A high-pitched single tone began, and Dean clutched his left ear in pain as he continued to pour salt with his right hand. As it continued, he dropped the salt and crouched to the floor, groaning in agony. The window above his head shattered as the sound continued, and he dropped to the floor. He leapt to his feet to try to escape, and more glass on the ceiling and walls shattered. He looked around cautiously.

~/~\~

Dean dialed a number, and heard only an alert tone.

"We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected." The recorded voice said.

He huffed and dialed Angela's number, only to receive the same message.

Dean hung up the pay phone and inserted another coin and dialed another number. It rang once, then was picked up.

"Yeah?" Bobby asked on the other line.

"It's me." Dean replied.

"Who's 'me'?" Bobby asked.

"Dean." Dean said.

A dial tone sounded. Dean hung up the receiver and dialed again.

"Who is this?" Bobby asked.

"Bobby, listen to me."

"This ain't funny." Bobby warned. "Call again, I'll kill ya."

The dial tone again. Dean hung up the phone, and turned. He saw an old, beat-up white car parked outside. His eyes lit up; he hotwired the car and pulled away from the gas station.

~/~\~

There was a knock at the door, and Bobby opened it. On the doorstep was Dean, looking winded and apprehensive. He smiled cautiously. Bobby looked at him suspiciously.

"Surprise." Dean said.

"I, I don't…" Bobby started.

"Yeah, me neither." Dean replied, entering. "But here I am."

Behind his back, Bobby took a silver knife. As Dean approached, Bobby lunged forward and slashed at him. Dean grabbed his arm and twisted it around; Bobby broke the grip and backhanded him in the face.

"Bobby! It's me!"

"My ass!" Bobby retorted.

Dean shoved a chair in between himself and Bobby, holding his hands out. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" Dean exclaimed. "Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and… you're about the closet thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me."

Bobby lowered the knife and stepped forward slowly. He placed a gentle hand on Dean's shoulder. Suddenly, he slashed again, but Dean quickly subdued and disarmed him.

"I am not a shape shifter!" Dean exclaimed.

"Then you're a Revenant!" Bobby yelled.

Dean shoved Bobby away, having taken the knife. He held it out in front of him. "Alright." Dean replied. "If I was either, could I do this, with a silver knife?"

Dean rolled up his sleeve, and grimacing, sliced his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appeared.

Bobby was starting to believe it. "Dean?" he breathed.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Dean replied.

Bobby broke, grabbing Dean in for a tight hug. Dean returned the hug with enthusiasm, relief on his face. They pulled apart.

"It's… it's good to see you, boy." Bobby said.

"Yeah, you too."

"But… how did you bust out?"

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box…."

Suddenly, Bobby splashed water in Dean's face. Dean paused and then spit.

"I'm not a demon either, you know."

"Sorry." Bobby shrugged. "Can't be too careful."

They went further into the house, Dean wiping his face with a towel.

"But… that don't make a lick of sense." Bobby said.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir."

"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried for four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit—

"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject."

"What do you remember?" Bobby asked.

"Not much." Dean replied. "I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then… lights out." He said. "Then I come to six feet under, that was it." He added as Bobby sat. "Neither Sam or Angie's numbers are working. They're, uh… they're not…"

"Oh, Sam's alive. As far as I know." Bobby replied. "And Angie just changed her number."

"Good… wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"

"I haven't talked to him for months." Bobby shrugged. "Angie on the other hand stops by on occasion. She's actually stopping by today."

"Wait, so Sam and Angie aren't hunting together anymore?" he frowned.

Bobby sighed. "They did for a little bit. But then Angie called, saying she was gonna stop by, and she was a wreck. Never told me what happened between her and Sam."

"Bobby, you should've been looking after them." Dean said.

"I tried." Bobby replied. "These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For them or me. We had to bury you."

"Why did you bury me, anyway?"

"I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But… Sam and Angie wouldn't have it."

"Well, I'm glad they won that one."

"They said you'd need a body when they got you back home somehow. That's about all they said."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"They were quiet. Real quiet. And then they just took off." Bobby replied. "Sam wouldn't return my calls, Angie would call sometimes. I tried to find them, but they didn't want to be found. Until one day Angie showed up without Sam, and since then she's popped by now and then."

"Oh, dammit, guys." Dean whispered.

"What?"

"Oh, one of them got me home okay. But whatever they did, it is bad mojo."

"What makes you so sure?"

"You should have seen the grave site." Dean replied. "It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this… this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this." He said. He stripped his jacket, pulled up his sleeve, and revealed the brand.

"What in the hell?" Bobby stood.

"It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out."

"But why?"

"To hold up their end of the bargain."

"You think Sam or Angie made a deal."

"It's what I would have done."

Just as Dean finished his sentence Bobby's front door opened.

"Bobby?" Angela's voice rang out. "Bobby where are ya?"

"In here!" he called. He glanced at Dean. "I got a surprise for you!"

Angela frowned slightly. Surprise? Like what? She walked further into Bobby's house and went wide eyed when she saw Dean. Her hand immediately went for her knife.

"Angie, we did all the tests." Bobby confirmed. "It's Dean."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she broke out into a small smile. "I can't believe it." She breathed. She hugged Dean tightly. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

He hugged her back just as tight and laughed slightly. "Right back at you, kiddo. Quick question. Do you have any idea how I got back?" He raised a brow. "And uh, any chance you're gonna tell me what happened between you and Sammy?" he asked, pulling away slightly.

"Hell no." she replied. "Let's just leave at him and I aren't together anymore." She murmured. She raised a brow. "If you're asking if I made a deal, no I didn't. Sure as hell tried, but I didn't. Honest to God. And I know Sam tried, but uh I don't know if a deal was made after I left…"

He nodded. "Figured." He replied. He nodded. "Okay, just makin' sure." He said. "Anyway, we're gonna try and find him. You up for it?"

She nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, yeah I'm game."

~/~\~

"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone." Dean said into the phone. "I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2-4-7-4. Thank you."

Dean hung up the phone and crossed to a laptop on the table.

"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked.

"You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid?"

The laptop was opened to a web browser; Dean typed in the address for ARC MOBILE.

Dean picked up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around. "Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something."

"Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy." Bobby replied.

Angela glanced at Bobby and sighed softly.

Dean held his gaze for a moment. "Right."

The laptop beeped; the display showed a city map with a blue arrow pointing to a star. The locator reads: Phone Location: 263 Adams Road. Pontiac, Illinois.

"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois."

"Right near where you were planted." Angela said.

"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" Dean asked.

~/~\~

Dean, Bobby and Angela walked down a dingy hallway and knocked on a door with the number 207 inside a red heart, the door was opened by a young woman with dark hair, wearing only a tank top and underwear. She looked at them expectantly.

"So where is it?" the young woman asked.

Dean looked at Bobby and Angela, confused. "Where's what?"

"The pizza… that takes three people to deliver?" she raised a brow.

"I think we got the wrong room." Dean said.

Sam stepped into the light. He was grim and focused, and wore a grey t-shirt and jeans. "Hey, is…" he started.

He stopped dead when he saw Dean. He swallowed, shocked, his eyes flicking between Dean and Bobby. Finally his eyes landed on Angela.

"Heya, Sammy." Dean said quietly.

Sam was silent. Dean stepped into the room, ignoring the young woman, who stepped aside to let him in. As Dean got close, Sam pulled a knife and lunged at Dean. The young woman screamed; Dean blocked Sam's attack and Bobby pulled Sam off, while Angela pulled Dean back. Bobby gripped Sam around the shoulders. Sam struggles.

"Who are you?!" Sam shouted.

"Like you didn't do this?!" Dean asked.

"Do what?!"

"It's him." Angela said, looking at Sam. "It's him. Bobby and I have been through this already, it's really him."

Sam stared at Dean as the struggle slowly went out of his body. "What…"

Dean advanced cautiously, staring at Sam. "I know. I look fantastic, huh?"

Bobby let go of Sam, who looked on the verge of tears as he stepped forward and pulled Dean into a desperate hug. They embraced for several seconds, heavy with emotion, as Bobby looked on with tears in his eyes. Angela glanced at Dean and then at Sam, expression blank. Sam pushed Dean back to arm's length. The young woman looked on, confused.

"So are you two like… together?" she asked.

Sam looked like he just remembered that she was there. "What?" he asked. "No. No. He's my brother."

"Uh… got it." She nodded. "I… I guess. Look, I should probably go."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry."

~/~\~

Sam, now wearing a white button-down, opened the door to let the young woman, now dressed in an adorable blue plaid shirt, out.

"So, call me." She smiled.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy."

The young woman looked disappointed. "Kristy."

"Right."

She left, and Sam shut the door.

~/~\~

Sam came back into the room and looked at Angela. He smiled softly and moved to hug her. She held up her hand, stopping him.

"Strictly professional, Sam." She warned.

He looked at her slightly disappointed. Dean eyed them, frowning.

"Um. Yeah, sorry." Sam muttered, sitting down.

Dean stood above him, arms crossed. He, Bobby and Angela were looking at him suspiciously.

"So tell me, what'd it cost?" Dean asked.

"The girl?" Sam asked, eyebrows raised. "I don't pay, Dean."

"That's not funny, Sam." Dean replied. "To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?"

"You think I made a deal?"

"That's exactly what we think." Dean said flatly.

"Well, I didn't." Sam assured them.

"Don't lie to us." Dean replied intensely.

"I'm not lying." Sam said.

Dean advanced. "So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it?" he asked. "You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this."

Sam stood angrily. "Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?"

Dean grabbed Sam by the front of his shirt. "There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!"

Sam broke Dean's grip. "I tried everything." Sam said. "That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? Hell, Angie knows that! She tried to deal too!" he added. "You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry."

Dean relented. "It's okay, Sammy." He replied. "You don't have to apologize, I believe you."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question." Bobby commented.

"If he or Angie didn't pull me out, then what did?" Dean asked.

~/~\~

Dean, Bobby and Angela were seated on the couch. Sam entered and passed out bottles of beer, then sat across from Dean.

"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asked.

"Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback." Sam replied.

"All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?" Bobby asked, accusingly.

Dean saw something, frowned, and crossed towards it.

"Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby." Sam said. "I should have called. I was pretty messed up. Especially after Angie left…" he mumbled.

Bobby raised a brow. "Yeah, I'd kinda like to know what happened between you two." He replied.

"That's not important right now, Bobby." Angela said. She looked up at Sam, her jaw clenching slightly.

Bobby glanced at her and nodded slightly.

Dean picked up what he saw. It was a pink flowered bra. He held it up. "Oh yeah. I really feel your pain." He said sarcastically.

"Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here." Sam said.

"When?" Dean asked.

"Yesterday morning."

"When I busted out." Dean said.

"You think these demons are here 'cause of you?" Angela asked.

"But why?" Sam questioned.

"Well, I don't know, some badass demon drags me out and now this?" Dean asked. "It's gotta be connected somehow."

"How you feelin', anyway?" Bobby asked.

"I'm a little hungry."

"No, he means, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?" Angela asked.

"Or demonic?" Dean asked. "Guys, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?"

"Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts." Bobby replied. "They've gotta have something nasty planned."

"Well, I feel fine."

"Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning." Sam said. "We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help."

"I know a psychic. A few hours from here." Bobby said. "Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking."

"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Dean replied.

"I'll be right back." Bobby said, exiting.

Dean and Angela stood as if to leave.

"Hey, wait." Sam said to Dean, standing. "You probably want this back." He added. Sam reached into his collar and pulled out a cord. It was Dean's amulet. He placed it in Dean's hand.

Dean looked at it, touched. "Thanks."

"Yeah, don't mention it."

Dean put the amulet on.

"Hey Dean, what was it like?" Sam asked.

"What, Hell?" Dean raised a brow. "I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing."

Angela nodded. "Well, thank God for that." She said, not convinced.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

~/~\~

Dean flicked on the light and stared at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand over his chin and leaned forward on the sink.

Dean's face was bloodied and terrified. In the background there were screams and eerie sounds.

Dean pulled back from the mirror, shaking himself from the memory. He blinked in confusion.

~/~\~

Bobby led the three down a set of steps. "She's about four hours from the Interstate. Try to keep up." He said, getting in his car.

"I assume you'll want to drive." Sam said.

Sam pulled the keys out of his right pocket and tossed them at Dean, who caught them easily.

Dean chuckled. "Oh, I almost forgot!" he exclaimed. He approached the Impala and ran a hand along it lovingly. "Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?"

Dean got in the driver's side, settling in. He saw and iPod plugged into the stereo, paused, and gave it a dirty look. Angela got in the back, and Sam got into the passenger's seat. Sam smiled. Dean glared at him.

"What the hell is that?"

"That's an iPod jack." Sam said.

"You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up." Dean replied.

"Dean, I thought it was my car." Sam defended.

Dean sneered and sighed. He turned the key in the ignition. 'Vision' by Jason Manns began to play. Dean rolled his eyes and glared at Sam again, looking pained.

"Really?" he asked. "No wonder Angie left, your music taste sucks." He teased lightly.

Angela raised a brow.

Sam shrugged innocently. Dean ripped the iPod out of the jack and tossed it in the back seat, and Angela caught it. She eyed it and set it down.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam and Angela were back in their familiar places, having a heart-to-heart in the Impala on a dark road.

"There's still one thing that's bothering me." Dean commented.

"Yeah?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or… got bit." Dean chuckled at his own wit. "How'd you guys make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you two."

"Well, she tried." Angela said.

"She couldn't." Sam added.

"What do you mean, she couldn't?" Dean frowned.

"She fired this, like, burning light at us, and… didn't leave a scratch. Like we were immune or something." Sam replied.

"Immune?"

"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or us. She left pretty fast after that."

"Huh." Dean muttered.

"What about Ruby, where is she?"

Angela frowned at the mention of Ruby's name.

"Dead. For now." Sam said.

Dean bit his lip, like he wasn't sure he wanted to ask. "So you two have been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"

"Of course I haven't Dean." Angela assured him. "Totally against the stuff."

Sam nodded in agreement. "No, I haven't been using it."

"You sure about that?" Dean asked. "Well, I mean, now that you've got… immunity, whatever the hell that is… just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on."

"Dean, you know I'm against using that psychic crap." She said honestly. Dean looked at her and nodded, knowing she was telling the truth.

Sam nodded. "Nothing's going on Dean. Look, you didn't want me going down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish."

Angela looked at Sam, clenching her jaw slightly. It was a mystery as to how he could just lie to Dean like that.

"Yeah, well, let's keep it that way." Dean told Sam.

Sam brooded.

~/~\~

They knocked on the door, and Pamela opened it. She was in her thirties, strong and beautiful with a ready smile.

"Bobby!" she exclaimed.

She grabbed him into a hug, lifting him briefly off the ground. Sam and Dean shared a look. Angela smiled slightly.

"You're a sight for sore eyes." Bobby said.

Pamela stepped back and her eyes landed on Angela. "Angie! Oh my God, I can't believe it!" she grinned. She hugged Angela tightly.

Angela laughed and hugged her back. "Heya, Pam!" she said happily. "It's been ages!"

Dean raised a brow. "You know each other?"

Angela pulled away, grinning. "Yeah, we've met a few times and became quick friends."

Pamela looked Sam and Dean up and down appraisingly. "So, these the boys?" she asked. She smirked at Angela. "And you're hanging out with them? Damn, girl." She laughed. "You hit the jackpot."

Angela laughed. "I suppose so, yeah." She smiled. She looked at Sam and Dean. "Sam, Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn psychic in the state."

"Damn straight." Pamela smiled at her.

"Hey." Dean flirted, smiling at Pamela.

"Hi." Sam greeted a little awkwardly.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm." Pamela hummed. "Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back in the frying pan, huh? Makes you a rare individual."

"If you say so." Dean replied.

"Come on in." she said.

~/~\~

Pamela ushered them in, first Bobby, then Angela, then Dean and then Sam, and shut the door behind them.

"So, you hear anything?" Bobby asked.

"Well, I Ouija'd my way through a dozen spirits." Pamela replied. "No one seems to know who broke your boy out, or why."

"So what's next?" Angela asked.

"A séance, I think. See if we can see who did the deed."

"You're not gonna… summon the damn thing here." Bobby said.

"No. I just want to get a sneak peek at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal."

"I'm game." Dean said.

~/~\~

Pamela spread a black tablecloth covered in symbols over a small table. Sam and dean looked at it warily; Dean cocked his head as Pamela squat in front of a cabinet, revealing a scrawled tattoo across her lower back that read: Jesse Forever.

"Who's Jesse?" Dean asked.

Pamela laughed. "Well, it wasn't forever."

"His loss."

Pamela stood with several pillar candles in her hands, stopped in front of Dean and smirked. "Might be your gain."

As she passed by, Dean turned to Sam and Angela and lowered his voice. "Guys, I am so in."

Angela just cracked a small smile.

"Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive." Sam laughed.

"Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it." Dean replied.

Pamela passed by again and winked at Sam. "You're invited too, grumpy." She said. "Of course, if you're not with Angie over there." She smiled at Angela.

Angela shook her head. "Oh no, we're not together." She said, her jaw clenching slightly. "Not anymore at least." She mumbled. Sam glanced at her and swallowed thickly.

Dean glanced at Angela, eyebrows knit together in confusion. Then he looked at Sam. "You are NOT invited." He said.

~/~\~

"Right. Take each other's hands." Pamela instructed.

They all take hands.

"And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Pamela added. She slid her hand along Dean's inner thigh. He jumped.

"Whoa." Dean said. "Well, he didn't touch me there."

"My mistake." Pamela smiled.

Dean looked around, nervously, then took off his outer shirt, pulled up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the brand. Sam and Angela stared at it, shocked, and looked at Bobby. Pamela laid her hand on the brand.

"Okay." She said.

The five closed their eyes as Pamela began to chant.

"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She said. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She repeated. "I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle." She continued.

A television flicked onto static; she continued.

"I invoke, conjure, and command… Castiel?" she asked. "No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."

"Castiel?" Dean asked.

"Its name." Pamela said. "It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back."

White noise and static continued, and the table began to shake.

"I conjure and command you, show me your face." Pamela said. "I conjure and command you, show me your face." She said. "I conjure and command you, show me your face." She repeated. "I conjure and command you, show me your face."

"Pam, maybe we should stop." Angela warned as the white noise and rattling became more violent.

"I almost got it." Pamela replied. "I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now!"

Suddenly the candles flared up several feet in the air and Pamela began to scream. Her eyes flew open and were filled with a white-hot flame. She collapsed; the rattling, white noise, and flames died out.

"Pam!" Angela yelled.

Bobby caught her and lowered her to the floor. "Call 9-1-1!" Bobby exclaimed.

Sam scrambled out of his chair and into the next room. Dean and Angela crouched over Pamela and Bobby. She was conscious, but bleeding and burned. Her eyelids flew open to reveal black, empty socket. She sobbed.

"Oh my God…" Angela breathed, her hands flying to her mouth.

"I can't see!" Pamela yelled. "I can't see! Oh God!"

In the next room Sam could be heard calling for an ambulance.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Demons, Lies and Angels! There's a lot in store for the three hunters, and we'll slowly but surely figure out what happened between Sam and Angela during Dean's time in Hell.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily