Angela had to admit that this case was a little on the strange side. Even for them. She really hoped it was just some lunatic who thinks Satan worship sounded like an interesting pastime and not what it seemed like. Because she had sworn off that life 15 years ago.

And she had a lot to show for it. A great job, an amazing husband, and an awesome son. Speaking of her amazing husband, he was walking right this way.

Jack Hodgins didn't know about his wife's life before she started working at the Jeffersonian, and Angela was going to keep it that way. For the sake of their son.

Because that worked out so well for Mary, the irritating voice in her head replied snidely.

"Angie, you will never guess what I found on the remains," Jack said, the excitement flashing in his eyes.

Not sulfur, not sulfur, not sulfur, she silently prayed. To who, she wasn't really sure.

"Sulfur!" he exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

"FUCK," she exclaimed.

"What's so horrible about finding sulfur? It could help us locate where the victim was murdered," Dr. Brennan cut in.

"Nothing, nothing," Angela replied quickly. "Did you find out where she was killed?"

"No, not yet. Dr. Hodgins is going to run the tests while I go see Booth. He says they have arrested two suspects."

"Already?" Angela questioned, surprised at the quick results.

"Yeah some master at escaping police custody." Angela felt a sinking feeling in her gut. "A Dean Winchester. And he has a new partner. Usually he's with his brother. So that either makes Sam dead or planning to bust them out."

"I'm coming with you," Angela replied, grabbing her jacket and walking out the door to wait by Brennan's car.