Exile on Main St. Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to the fifth installment of the Messenger of God Saga! This is going to be a revision of Season 6 with my OC Angela Morgan added in. It will be written from Dean, Sam, and Angela's POV, so some scenes will be cut out. Like always, I do not own any aspect of Supernatural. I just own my OC Angela Morgan. Enjoy!

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Dean and Angela were having drinks with Sid. Angela still had her diner uniform on.

"And thank God this is before Facebook, right?" Sid laughed. "Because it'd be me and that goat all over the internet. Don't get me wrong, right? No complaints." He added. "But if you'd have said to me, 'Hey, you—fifteen years from now? Suburbia'."

"Oh. Yeah." Dean replied, taking a swig from his beer.

"Right?" Sid laughed.

"Believe me, we know." Angela nodded, laughing slightly.

"So, you to have traveled around a lot, huh?" Sid asked.

"Mm-hmm." Dean hummed.

"Yeah, our whole lives, really." Angela shrugged. "That's how Dean and I met. He's basically my surrogate brother."

"And?" Sid pressed curiously.

"I don't know." Dean shrugged.

"Come on," Sid replied. "You both moved into town—what, a year ago?"

"Yeah, thereabouts." Dean nodded.

"So, I've been buying you two beers for a year." Sid shrugged. "And I think that means you two owe me a couple of gory details."

"Oh, no." Angela laughed. "There's not much to tell, you know?"

"It's, um…We lived on the road…" Dean trailed off. "Took, uh, crap jobs that nobody else wanted."

"Like?" Sid asked curiously.

Dean and Angela shared a look. "Like…Pest control." Dean settled.

"Really?" Sid asked. "Pest control."

"Yeah." Angela nodded. "You get to work with a partner. You get to help people."

Dean nodded in agreement. "You have no idea what's in some people's walls. It could eat 'em alive."

"Yeesh," Sid replied.

"Of course, that was then," Dean replied. "And now…"

"You two are practically respectable." Sid teased.

Dean and Angela looked at each other and laughed a bit.

"Yeah. Wow. I guess so." Dean replied.

"That's kind of scary, actually," Angela added.

The waitress walked over to their table, accidentally brushing against Angela. "Thanks, guys." She smiled, letting her hand linger on Dean's arm.

"Thank you." Sid smiled as she walked away. "I think she likes you."

Dean held up the receipt with her phone number on it. "You think?"

Sid went wide-eyed. "What is it with you?!" he exclaimed. "Like, every time!"

"It's like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys," Dean replied, ripping up the receipt. "Who knew?"

"I will see you tomorrow." Sid clapped Dean on the back. "And I'll see you at the diner, Angela. Good seeing you again."

"Thanks, man." Dean nodded.

"Bye Sid." Angela waved. "I'll have some fresh coffee ready for ya tomorrow."

As Dean and Angela headed for Dean's truck, they heard a woman scream in the distance. Dean grabbed a flashlight from his truck, and they entered a deserted building. They found some claw marks and blood.

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Dean sat at his computer, on the phone.

"And no one's called about a missing person?" Dean asked. "No, this would have been today." He added. "So, no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak street, near that hotel renovation?" he asked. "Uh, call it a hunch. I've been a cop for a long time." He said as he noticed Lisa coming downstairs. "Okay, yeah. No, I'll call you tomorrow. You too, man. Bye."

"Hey." Lisa smiled softly. "Who was that?"

"Sid." Dean lied. "I'm just setting up a poker game."

"It's 11:30," Lisa replied.

"Is it really?" Dean asked, looking at the clock. "Well, that explains why he was asleep when I called. I'll be right up."

"Okay." Lisa nodded, turning to walk away.

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Dean was driving in his truck when he noticed the same claw marks from the night before on a nearby light pole. Dean pulled out his phone and called Angela.

"Angie, hey." Dean greeted.

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Angela was clocking out when her phone rang. "Hey, Dean. What's up?"

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"Can you meet me near the Glickmans' place?" Dean asked. "I found the same weird claw marks from last night…"

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Angela got into her car and started it up. "Yeah, I just got off of work, so I'll be there in five." She said before hanging up.

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Dean and Angela investigated the claw marks. Dean and Angela had their guns raised. Dean kicked in the door of someone's shed and was startled by a small dog.

"Dean! Angela!" Sid called as he jogged by. "Are those guns?"

"No, no. Yeah." Dean shrugged. "Well, it's—we have permits for them."

"What, to shoot the Glickmans' dog?" Sid raised a brow.

"We thought there was a possum or two in there." Angela lied.

"Remember how I said that Angie and I were in pest control?" Dean added. "Well, possums carry rabies, so…" he trailed, imitating a gunshot.

Sid nodded. "I did not know that."

"Oh, yeah." Dean nodded. "Yeah. Possums—possums kill, Sid."

Angela frowned as she noticed sulfur near the door of the shed. "Oh, crap." She leaned down.

"What's that?" Sid asked curiously, leaning over the fence.

Angela looked up at Dean. "Sulfur."

"Hey, uh, Sid, we gotta go," Dean said suddenly.

"Hold on, Dean! Angela!" Sid called after them as they took off. "What the hell?"

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"Alright, I'm gonna grab some stuff from the kitchen, alright?" Angela said as she walked off.

Dean nodded as he opened the trunk of the Impala and started packing some weapons.

"Hey," Lisa said, leaning against the garage door.

Dean looked up suddenly. "Just getting a hammer."

"So, I just ran into Sid." Lisa continued. "Did you and Angela almost shoot a Yorkie?"

Dean paused for a moment and nodded. "Technically."

"What's going on?" Lisa sighed.

"Nothing," Dean assured.

"How come I don't believe you?" she asked, walking over toward him.

"I just—Angie and I, I-I don't know, we have this spidey sense." Dean shrugged.

"Okay." Lisa nodded. "Are you two hunting something?"

"Honestly?" Dean asked. "Uh, at first, we thought that we were. But I'm pretty sure that we got worked up over nothing. It's, uh, you know…"

"It happens," Lisa assured.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. "I'll tell you what—just because, you know, I have an OCD thing about this, why don't, uh, why don't you and Ben go to the movies, hit the Cheesecake Factory—you know, hang out with the teeming masses, and Angie and I will do one last sweep just to be one-hundred percent."

Lisa looked up at him for a moment. "Okay. Be careful."

"Careful's my middle name." Dean shrugged.

Lisa pressed a kiss to Dean's cheek and left.

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In the kitchen, Angela was looking through some cabinets when suddenly the lights started flickering. She frowned and searched the room when suddenly she was confronted by Lucifer, possessing Sam.

"Hey, Angie," Lucifer smirked. "Thought you'd seen the last of me, huh?"

Angela went wide-eyed and stumbled backward. "You can't—

"Sure I can." Lucifer stalked towards her. "God brought back good ol' Cas…" he shrugged.

She shook her head, terrified as he backed her up against the wall. He started choking her, and after a few moments, she started to black out, when suddenly someone shoved a syringe in her arm, saving her.

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Dean continued rummaging in the trunk of the Impala when the lights in the garage started to flicker. As Dean searched the garage he was suddenly confronted by Azazel.

"Hiya, Dean." Azazel grinned evilly. "Look at what the apocalypse shook loose. You have fun? Sniffing that trail? 'Cause I sure had fun."

"You can't be…" Dean said, wide-eyed.

"Oh, sure I can!" Azazel laughed.

"No." Dean shook his head.

"Yeah, kiddo," Azazel replied. "The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that—that sugar." He smirked.

Dean shot Azazel.

"Really?" Azazel asked. "After all we've been through together? You know you got a great little life, here. Your surrogate sister. Pretty lady—real understanding. Hell of a kid." He added. "And how do you keep your lawn so green? I mean, come on, Dean. You never been what I'd call brainy, but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this?" he asked. "You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal. You can't outrun your past."

Azazel started to strangle Dean, and just as he passed out, someone came from behind to save him.

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Dean and Angela woke up in the abandoned house, confused. Angela looked at Sam wide-eyed as if she had seen a ghost.

"Hey, Dean. Angie." Sam greeted. "I was expecting, uh…I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face—something."

"So, I'm dead." Angela murmured. "That can be the only explanation. Lucifer got me, and now—

"Lucifer?" Dean asked. "No, A-Azazel was in the house…"

"Lucifer? Azazel?" Sam raised a brow. "That's what you guys saw?"

"Saw?" Dean asked, confused.

"You two were poisoned," Sam explained. "So whatever kind of crazy crap you think you been seeing, it's not real."

"So, then, are you…real?" Angela asked softly, walking towards Sam slowly. "Or—or are Dean and me still—

"I'm real," Sam assured. "Here, let me save you both the trouble. All me." He said before cutting himself with a silver blade. He put some salt in a jug of water and drank it. "That's nasty." He muttered.

"Sammy?" Dean breathed.

"Yeah. It's me." Sam smiled slightly.

Dean went and hugged Sam tightly. After a few moments, they broke apart and Angela walked up to him. Angela looked up at Sam and threw herself at him.

"You're here." She whispered tearfully. "You're really here." She said before kissing him. However, as they kissed, Angela felt something…off about it. She just couldn't place what…It was as if Sam had no emotion behind the kiss.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." Dean cut in. "You—you—you were—you were gone, man. I mean, that—that was it. How the hell are you—

"I don't know." Sam shrugged.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Angela frowned.

"I mean, no idea," Sam replied. "I-I'm just back."

"Well, was it God, or—or—or Cas?" Dean asked. "I mean, does Cas know anything about it?"

"You tell me," Sam said. "I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is." He explained. "I mean, I was…down there, and then, next minute, it's raining, and I'm lying in that field, alone. It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads. But I look. I mean, believe me, I looked…for weeks."

Angela frowned. "Wait, w-weeks?" she stammered. "How long have you been back?"

Sam looked down at the floor, not answering her.

Dean squared his shoulders. "How long you been back, Sam?"

"About a year," Sam admitted.

"About a year?!" Dean and Angela repeated.

"Dean, Angie—

"You have been back practically this whole time?!" Dean snapped. "What, did you lose the ability to send a friggin' text message?!"

"You finally, had what you wanted, Dean." Sam reasoned.

"I wanted my brother, alive!" Dean yelled. "And what about Angie, man? All she wanted was you."

"You wanted a family," Sam replied. "You have for a long time, maybe the whole time. I know you. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you had something, and you were building something. And Angie was building a life away from hunting. You two were safe. Had I shown up, you two would have just run off. I'm sorry."

"What have you been doing?" Angela asked.

"Hunting." Sam shrugged.

"You left us alone, and you were flying solo?" Dean frowned.

"Not solo," Sam assured.

"What?" Dean's brows knitted together.

"I hooked up with some other people," Sam explained.

"You? Working with strangers?" Dean asked.

"They're more like family," Sam explained. "And they're here."

Sam took Dean and Angela into the adjoining room.

"Hey." Gwen greeted.

"Hi." Dean shook her hand.

She looked him over. "My God, you have delicate features for a hunter."

Dean's face scrunched up in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"Dean, Angie, Gwen Campbell." Sam introduced.

"Good to finally meet you two," Gwen said. "Sam's gone on and on."

"And this is Christian…and Mark. Campbell." Sam added.

"Hi." Mark greeted.

"Cam—Campbell?" Angela raised a brow.

"Like…" Dean started.

"Like your mom, Dean," Christian replied.

"Third cousin." Sam pointed to Gwen. "Third cousin." He pointed to Christian. "Something, something twice removed." He pointed to Mark. "They grew up in the life, like mom and like us."

"I thought all of Mary's relatives were gone," Angela said.

"And I'm sorry," Dean said. "It's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?"

"Cause they didn't know about you," Samuel said suddenly. "Not until I brought you all together."

"Samuel?" Dean breathed.

"Guys, give me a few minutes with these three, please," Samuel instructed.

Mark, Christian, and Gwen left the room.

Samuel looked between Dean and Angela. "Lot of resurrection in your faces today. It's alright. Take a minute."

"It's gonna take a little more than a minute," Dean replied. "I mean, what the hell? H-how did this happen?"

"We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down," Samuel explained. "So, whatever this is, we're both a part of it."

"But you don't know what it is," Angela said.

"Bingo." Samuel nodded.

"And you have no leads? Nothing?" Angela asked. "Well, this, this is, uh…no more doornails coming out of that door, is there?"

"As far as we know, it's Samuel, and it's me," Sam replied, shrugging slightly.

"Okay, are Angie and I the only ones here that—that—that thinks that this can't all just be fine?" Dean cut in.

"Believe me, you're not," Samuel assured. "I wanted to come get you. And Angela. Sam was adamant about leaving you two out, so we did. Until this."

"Right." Dean nodded. "So, then you ended up in my home how?"

"I got hit before you guys did," Sam explained. "A few days ago. Dosed up with poison."

"By?" Angela asked.

"Couple of djinn," Sam replied.

"Djinn?" Dean frowned. "I thought those were—were cave-dwelling hermit-type. That's pretty exotic."

"Not anymore, at least." Sam sighed. "These…look like regular people. They can blend in. And all they got to do to kill you is touch you." Sam explained. "Their toxins get in your system, all of a sudden you're hallucinating your worst nightmare, and pretty soon you O.D."

"Well, then how are you breathing air?" Dean asked curiously.

"Samuel had a cure," Sam said, shrugging.

Angela looked at Samuel, slightly shocked. "You got a cure for djinn poison?"

"Oh, I know a few things." Samuel smiled slightly. "Stick around, I'll show you and Dean a few things."

"Uh…Okay, why are these things after us?" Dean asked.

"Well, you did stake one a while back," Sam replied. "After they came for me, we were pretty certain that they were gonna go gunning for you guys next."

Dean went wide-eyed with concern. "Lisa and Ben—they're at the house right now. If that thing comes back—

"It's alright," Samuel assured. "I already sent someone over there to watch 'em."

"You got to take me home right now," Dean demanded.

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Dean ran inside of the house as soon as they arrived.

"Lisa?! Lisa?!" he looked around frantically. "Ben?! Ben!"

A/N: Welcome to Soul Searching! I am so, so excited for this series you guys! I have it all planned out and so far I have up to chapter 11 written and I'm in the process of writing chapter 12. In this installment, we're really going to see Dean and Angela grow closer as friends, so I'm really excited to show that aspect. I hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to review! Love you guys :)

~Emily