We Need to Talk About Kevin Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! This is the seventh installment of The Messenger of God Saga, and it involves my OC, Angela Morgan :) This will be a revision of season 8, and the story will follow the perspectives of Sam, Dean, and Angela, so some parts will be cut out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters in any shape or form! I just own Angela :) Enjoy!

100 Mile Wilderness, Maine

A young man and woman were asleep in a tent when a bright light appeared outside. The woman sat up in alarm and shook the man awake.

"Will, get up," she whispered. "Something just happened."

The light outside disappeared. Footsteps approached the tent and a figure walked past.

"Go." The woman stressed. "Go do something!"

"W-what are we supposed to…" Will muttered as he grabbed a flashlight and went outside the tent. "Hello? Hello?" he called out. Will stood for a moment, pointing his flashlight into the darkness. "It was a deer." He turned back to the tent door. "I don't know. It was like—it was a deer or something." He explained. He heard a noise, turned around again, and gasped. "Oh!"

Dean, bloodstained and dirty, held an axe-like weapon. He stood in front of Will. "Where am I?" Dean demanded.

"What?" Will asked.

The woman came out of the tent. Dean cocked a gun and pointed it at the couple.

"W—hey, hey." Will held his hands up.

"Where's the road?" Dean growled.

"Twelve miles that way." Will pointed.

Keeping his gun pointed at the couple, Dean grabbed a backpack from the ground and ran off.

~/~\~

Clayton, Louisiana

An orange pick-up truck came to a stop. Dean got out and the driver pointed directions. Dean nodded in thanks before he walked down the road, holding his left arm.

~/~\~

A sign on a stone pillar marking someone's land read 'Lafitte'. Dean read the sign and walked onto the land. Carrying a shovel and holding his left arm, Dean paced slowly and deliberately from a windmill.

"This better be you, you son of a bitch," Dean muttered.

Dean started to dig, grunting as if he were in pain. After a while, Dean threw the shovel down and hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the grave as he dug.

"Alright," Dean stood up. "Hold on, you bastard." He added as he rolled up his sleeve. His forearm was glowing red and pulsing. "Hold on!" Dean cut his left arm with a large knife. "Anima corpori…Fuerit corpus…totem resurgent."

Dean groaned in pain as some sort of light played over the bones. As the light vanished, he dropped to the ground.

"Wow," Dean muttered, rolled down his sleeve. He turned around to see a man, Benny, behind him. "Wow. That was fast."

"No thanks to you," Benny replied. "The hell took you so long?"

Dean got to his feet, holding his arm. "You're welcome."

Benny cracked his neck.

"Everything working?" Dean asked.

"Good enough," Benny replied. He opened his mouth wide and vampire fangs descended, then retracted as he closed his mouth. "So…what now?"

"Like we talked about, I guess." Dean shrugged slightly.

Benny nodded. "Then this is goodbye."

"Keep your nose clean, Benny," Dean instructed. "You hear me?"

Benny walked towards Dean, holding out his hand. "We made it, brother. I can't believe it." He laughed, pulling Dean into a hug.

"You and me both," Dean replied.

~/~\~

Kermit, Texas

Sam was packing a back in a dark bedroom. He gently shook Angela, who was sleeping in their shared bed. "Baby, you gotta wake up."

Angela groaned but reluctantly opened her eyes. "I don't understand why we have to leave, Sam."

"I'd feel safer if we were at Rufus's cabin," Sam shrugged slightly. "Look, I know nothing has come after us, but, please? You're five months pregnant and it would keep me at ease knowing that you and the baby are safe."

Angela sighed and sat up. "Fine. I just don't understand why it can't wait till morning." She grumbled.

"Come on, I've got everything packed." Sam helped her up.

Sam led Angela to the Impala and threw the bag into the back seat. Sam got in the car and the couple pulled out of the driveway. Someone watched from the shadows across the street.

~/~\~

Whitefish, Montana

The Impala pulled up outside the cabin and the couple got out. Sam opened the front door and he and Angela took a few steps inside. Dean pushed them to the ground and doused them with holy water.

"Dean, be careful!" Sam snapped. "What the…? We're not demons!"

Dean ignored Sam and poured Borax over Sam and Angela.

"Or Leviathans!" Angela exclaimed. "What—

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and cut it with a knife, causing Sam to gasp in pain. He then did the same thing to Angela.

"Or shifters. Good." Dean stood up. "My turn. Come on. Let's go." He held out the bottles.

"We don't need to," Sam assured. "We know it's you."

"Dammit," Dean rolled his eyes before splashing the holy water and Borax on himself. He held out a knife to Sam, who was helping Angela up, making sure she was okay. "Come on!"

"No!" Sam exclaimed. "Dean, can we just say hello?"

Dean rolled up his sleeve and cut his own arm. "Alright." He smiled and wrapped his arm. "Well…let's do this."

"I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower." Sam chuckled.

Dean laughed. "Come here." He held out his arms and they hugged. Dean pulled away and looked at Angela, finally noticing her baby bump. "Holy crap, kid, y-you're…"

"Pregnant." Angela grinned, hugging Dean tightly. "I'm five months along."

Dean hugged her back. "Congrats." He murmured. "I-I didn't hurt you just then did I? O-or the baby?"

"I'm fine, we're fine," Angela assured, pulling away. "You're alive, I mean, Dean, what the hell happened?"

Dean sighed deeply. "Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory."

"You were in Purgatory?" Sam's brows shot up. "The entire time?"

"Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life." Dean shrugged.

"Well, how'd you get out?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"I guess whoever built that box didn't want me in there any more than I did," Dean replied vaguely.

"What does that mean?" Sam frowned.

"I'm here, okay?" Dean replied.

"What about Cas? Was he there?" Angela questioned.

Dean walked a few steps away, his back to Sam and Angela. "Yeah, Cas didn't make it."

"What exactly does that mean?" Angela frowned.

"Something happened to him down there," Dean answered. "Things got pretty hairy towards the end, and he…just let go."

"So, Cas is dead? You saw him die?" Sam asked.

"I saw enough," Dean replied vaguely.

"So, then what, you're not sure?" Sam pressed.

Dean turned back to Sam and Angela. "I said I saw enough."

"Right." Angela nodded. "Dean, we're sorry."

"Me too," Dean replied. "So you—I can't believe you're actually here." He grabbed two beers and a water out of the fridge. "You know that half your numbers are out of service? Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind." He added as he sat down at the table.

Sam and Angela looked at each other, then at Dean.

"Yeah, we, we uh, didn't get your messages." Sam scratched the back of his head.

"How come?" Dean frowned.

"Probably because we ditched the phones," Angela admitted.

Dean raised his brows. "Because…?"

Sam shrugged weakly. "Because…we don't hunt anymore." He smiled tentatively.

"Yeah." Dean scoffed. "And Sasha Grey's gone legit." He added, causing Sam to exhale. "What?"

"Nothing." Sam shook his head. "Um, she did a Soderbergh movie."

"What?"

"She did a Soderbergh—

"No." Dean cut him off. "You guys, you quit?"

"Yeah," Angela replied. "Yeah, I—you were gone…Dean. Cas was gone, Bobby was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown. And then we found out I was pregnant."

"So, you two just turned tail on the family business." Dean clenched his jaw.

"Nothing says 'family' quite like the whole family being dead," Sam muttered.

"I wasn't dead." Dean stood up and walked around the couple. "In fact, I was knee-deep in God's armpit killing monsters, which, I thought, is what we actually do."

"Yes, Dean," Sam sighed. "And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got almost every single member of my family killed. Angie and I didn't know what to do, so, I fixed up the Impala, and we just…drove. And then we found out that we were expecting."

"After you looked for me," Dean replied obviously. He frowned when the couple said nothing. "Did you look for me, guys?" he asked, causing the couple to look away. Dean nodded. "Good. That's good. Now, we—we always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you." he added. "Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each other, but not this time, right, guys?"

"Look, we're still the same people, Dean." Angela sighed.

"Well, bully for you." Dean forced a smile. "I'm not." He added before walking away and slamming a door closed.

Sam sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Welcome back."

~/~\~

Dean was going through a box that contained burner phones. Angela was setting the table.

"You want some dinner?" Sam asked.

"Pass," Dean replied as he put an earphone into his ear.

"Okay." Sam sighed as he stirred something on the stove.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela were at the table eating. Dean, who had been listening to the phone messages through the headset, turn to look hard at the couple.

"What?" Sam and Angela asked.

Dean took out the earphone and put the phone on speaker.

"Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran." The message played. "Crowley had me in this warehouse, and I just escaped. I don't know where I am. And I don't know if he or—or any other demons are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran."

"When was that?" Angela asked.

Dean ignored her and played another message.

"Angela, it's Kevin Tran." The message played. "I called Sam a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here."

Sam put down his spoon. "Okay," he sighed. "We get it. So, what, you want to strategize or something."

Dean played another message as the couple got up and walked over to him.

"Sam, it's Kevin." The message played. "I'm…Whoo! I'm so good."

"Is he…drunk?" Angela frowned.

"Three months since you two ditched my ass." The message played. "Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood. Uh, if you're still alive, eat me."

Dean played another message.

"Eat me!"

Dean played another message.

"It's been almost five months. I can only assume you're dead." The message played. "If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."

Dean stood up. "He was our responsibility." He tossed the phone at Sam's chest. "And you two couldn't answer the damn phone."

~/~\~

Dean was reading on the couch. Sam and Angela were using the laptop at the table.

"Alright," Sam spoke up. "Listen to this—Kevin's last message. Listen to the background."

"If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."

"Hear that?" Angela asked.

Dean turned slightly on the couch. "What is it?"

"I think he was on a bus," Sam replied. "Listen again."

"Last stop—Centreville." A woman's voice rang through.

Dean stood up and walked over to the couple. "Centreville? Centreville, where?"

"Michigan," Angela replied.

"And why would Kevin be in Centreville, Michigan?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"Because…" Angela typed something. "His high school girlfriend…" she turned the laptop to show Dean a page for Channing Ngo. "Goes to college there."

"That's thin," Dean argued.

"It's the best lead we got." Sam shrugged.

Dean raised his brows. "We?"

"You were right," Angela admitted. "He was our responsibility. So…let's find him, okay?"

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela put weapons and their bags into the trunk of the Impala.

"Hey," Sam tossed Dean the keys.

Dean looked the Impala over. "Well…no visible signs of douchery—I'll give you that."

Dean, Angela, and Sam got into the Impala. Angela sat in between the brothers. Dean paused and looked at the back seat.

"Smell like dog to you?" Dean asked.

Angela inhaled. "In the car?"

"You tell me." Dean looked at Sam and Angela, only getting a shrug from them. "Hmm." Dean started the car.

~/~\~

Dean was standing in front of a vending machine. Sam and Angela were unloading the car. Sam paused to look at Dean before he followed Angela. Two young boys ran across the parking lot shooting at each other with toy guns.

"Come on, I got you!" one boy yelled.

"No way." Another boy replied.

"You're dead!"

"No way, I'm not dead at all!"

Dean continued to stand in front of the vending machine, deep in thought.

~/~\~

Dean was chasing someone in Purgatory. He lost the trail and stopped, then heard a rustling noise and set off again. The man he was chasing stopped running and Dean came up behind him. The man turned with a yell and grappled with Dean. Dean hit the man's arm, making him drop the weapon, then pushed him against the tree and held a knife to his throat. The man's teeth descended, revealing that he was a vampire.

"Take a breath," Dean commanded. "Calm down. Where's the angel?"

"You're him. The human." The vampire snarled.

"Where's the angel?" Dean asked again, this time with more force.

"I don't know." The man replied.

"Hmm." Dean hummed before plunging the knife into the vampire's arm, pinning it to the tree. Dean then picked up the vampire's weapon and beheaded him with it.

With a yell, a second vampire tackled Dean to the ground. Dean reached unsuccessfully for the weapon as the second vampire held him down. Suddenly, Benny appeared, flung himself at the second vampire and beheaded him. Benny turned to look at Dean with his fangs descended.

~/~\~

Dean shook himself from the memory and continued to stare at the vending machine. He swallowed thickly and sighed deeply at the memory.

~/~\~

Dean sat on the edge of one of the motel beds, rubbing his hands together. Angela was on the other bed, eyeing Dean suspiciously.

"Are you okay?" she asked as Sam came out of the bathroom.

Dean looked tense and nervous. "Yeah." He shrugged. "Yeah, hey, what do you say we blow this joint, hit the road?"

"Now?" Angela raised her brows.

"Yeah, Kevin's not getting anymore found." Dean reasoned.

"The kid survived a year without us," Sam replied. "He'll be okay for another 12 hours. Besides, when's the last time you slept?"

"Hmm." Dean hummed.

"What?" Sam sighed.

"Nothing." Dean shrugged. "Is that, uh, that how you guys rationalized taking time off? People will be okay?"

"People were okay, Dean," Sam replied. "You're okay."

"Wow." Dean scoffed.

Sam pursed his lips as he sat down next to Angela on the bed. "Look, Angie and I did what we promised we'd do. We moved on. We lived our lives."

"Yeah, no, I'm getting that," Dean muttered.

"Look, it wasn't like we were oblivious," Angela interjected. "I mean, we read the paper every day. We saw the weird stories…the kind of stuff we used to chase."

Dean shifted slightly. "And you said what? 'Not my problem'?"

"Yes." Angela nodded. "And you know what, Dean? The world went on."

"People died," Dean argued.

"People will always die, Dean," Sam replied. "Or maybe another hunter took care of it. I don't know, but the point is, for the first time, Angie and I realized that it wasn't only up to us to stop it."

"Hmm." Dean nodded. "Look, I get it, you found out you were pregnant, and—

"Do you get it?" Angela interrupted. "Because I don't think you do. Sam and I had an opportunity to give our baby a normal life, and we took it. Anything else you wanna say?"

~/~\~

Sam sat on the edge of the bed and Angela leaned against him. Sam had his arm wrapped around her waist.

"Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy to you." Sam sighed. "I don't even necessarily need you to understand. But…we didn't just drop out, Dean. I found a normal life with the woman I love."

Dean was on the floor leaning against the other bed, with his back to Sam and Angela. "Okay," Dean nodded. "But how the hell did you end up in Kermit, Texas?"

Sam and Angela shared a look.

"Sam hit a dog…" Angela admitted.

Dean turned to look at the couple and pointed a finger at them. "I knew I smelled dog!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "And we knew you'd throw a bitch fit."

"Hey, the rules are simple, Sam," Dean replied. "You don't take a joint from a guy named Don, and there's no dogs in the car!"

"Alright, what about you?" Angela interjected.

Dean furrowed his brows. "What about me?"

"Look at you." Angela gestured. "You've still got that look. You're shaky. You're on edge. What was it like?"

Dean shook his head. "You guys wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try us." Sam pressed.

Dean sighed. "It was bloody. Messy. 31 flavors of bottom-dwelling nasties. Hell, most days felt like 360-degree combat." He explained. "But there was something about being there. It felt pure…"

~/~\~

Dean was standing in Purgatory, holding the vampire's weapon.

Benny retracted his teeth. "What, no thanks for saving your hide?" he drawled.

"Sure." Dean nodded. "I won't shove this up your ass." He waved the weapon.

"Mm." Benny hummed. "Awful strange way to punch your meal ticket, friend. I got something you need."

"Yeah, what's that?" Dean inquired.

"A way out."

Dean laughed. "Even a dental apocalypse like you knows there's no such thing."

"There is if you're human," Benny smirked. "God has made it so. At least, that's the rumor."

"Bull."

"Suit yourself." Benny shrugged. "Maybe you've gone native. Maybe you like being man meat for every Tom, Dick, and Harry."

"Prove it." Dean narrowed his eyes.

"Nah. You're either in or you're out." Benny retorted.

"So, you just want to guide me out of Purgatory out of the goodness of your undead heart?" Dean raised his brows.

"More or less." Benny shrugged.

"What's in it for you?" Dean questioned.

"I'm hopping a ride."

Dean frowned. "What?"

"It's a human portal, jackass," Benny replied obviously. "Only humans can pass through. I show you the door, you hump my soul to the other side."

"So, you're looking for a soul train." Dean clarified.

"Sure." Benny nodded. "If that's what you're into."

"And how do I know this isn't a set-up? How do I know I ain't gonna end up like your friend over there?" Dean gestured to the dead vampire.

"He was my friend," Benny replied. "Now you are. First rule of Purgatory, kid. You can't trust nobody."

Dean glared at Benny. "You just asked me to trust you."

"You see?" Benny smirked. "You're getting it now."

"Hmm." Dean hummed. "First we find the angel."

"Mm, three's a crowd, chief," Benny argued.

"Well, hey," Dean shrugged. "Either you're in or you're out."

~/~\~

Dean shook himself from the memory and stared absentmindedly. Sam and Angela shared a concerned look.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were standing in a college dorm room talking to Channing. The three hunters were wearing their FBI apparel and Channing's roommate was using her laptop.

"The last time I saw Kevin was, like, a year ago." Channing shrugged.

"When he disappeared?" Angela asked.

"Mm-hmm." Channing nodded. "He stole his mother's car because he thought he was on a mission from God or something?" she added. "It was crazy."

"Shut up!" her roommate exclaimed. "My friend Adam—who got addicted to Adderall but got a perfs on his SATs, so it was totally worth it—same thing."

"Shut up!" Channing rolled her eyes.

"Serious. Mission from God." The girl replied.

Sam cleared his throat. "Look, Channing, we know Kevin was here."

"No, he wasn't," Channing stressed.

"And we understand if you're trying to protect him," Angela added. "But nobody can protect Kevin better than we can."

"I hate Kevin. I wouldn't protect him." Channing replied.

Dean's brows furrowed. "I thought you two had a thing."

Channing scoffed. "Yeah, when he was going to Princeton."

"Wow." Dean's brows raised. "Just like that?"

"Yeah." The roommate nodded.

"Mm-hmm." Channing hummed.

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, and Dean were walking on the college campus. Sam had his arm wrapped around Angela's waist as they walked.

"So, why would Kevin come sniffing around here if not to see her?" Angela asked.

"No idea." Sam sighed. "Maybe we should split up, ask around, see if anybody's seen him?"

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, Asian kid, yea high, at a university. That should be easy."

A/N: Surprise! Sam and Angela are expecting! I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter :) Also, I changed the timeline a bit, so instead of Dean spending a year in Purgatory, it was about five months. While I was planning the story out, it just didn't make sense. Also, I didn't really care for the Amelia storyline, so I've changed that a bit, too. Don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback means everything :) Love you guys xoxo

~Emily