The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 1 Section 2

"Okay, so..." Angel sighed as she leaned on the wall, "If you weren't busy springing me from the grave, what are you doing here?"

"Well, once i figured out i couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith." Sam answered as he passed out some beers and took a seat next to Bobby on the couch, "Trying to get some payback."

"All by yourself?" Bobby bristled "Who do you think you are, your old man?"

Across the room, Dean spotted something and frowned before crossing towards it.

"Uh, yeah, i'm sorry, guys." Sam looked between Bobby and Dean apologetically, although the latter wasn't paying him any mind, "I should have called. I was pretty messed up."

"Oh, yeah." Dean picked up the object that caught his attention earlier, a pink lace floral bra, and held it up as he gave his little brother a look, "I really feel your pain."

"Anyway." Sam continued on, promptly ignoring Dean, "Uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here."

"When?"

"Yesterday morning."

"When I was sprung." Angel pursed her lips, "Huh."

Bobby turned to her, "You think these demons are here 'cause of you?"

"Hard coincidence if they aren't."

Dean frowned, "But why?"

"Not sure." She shrugged, "But think about it. I get dragged out of Hell by some big, badass demon and now this? It's connected somehow, for sure."

Bobby shifted as he studied her, "How you feelin', anyway?"

She frowned, "How do you mean?"

"Do you feel like yourself?" He pressed, "Anything strange, or different?"

"Oh come on, Bobby. I'm not a Demon!" She scoffed, "How many times am I gonna have to prove I'm me? You want me to drink a gallon of holy water or what?"

"Listen. No demon's letting you lose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned."

"Well as of now i feel fine, okay? When my head starts spinning in circles then you can worry."

"Alright, alright." Dean mended, "We don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help."

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

Angel tensed, "I dont know..."

"Hell yeah." Dean instantly agreed, ignoring Angel's reservations, "It's worth a shot."

With a nod, Bobby walked out of the room to make a phone call. Angel sighed and went to follow but Sam caught her arm.

"Ang..." She turned to him curiously as he reached into his collar and pulled out her cross necklace before unclipping it, "You probably want this back."

He placed it in her hand with a small smile which she returned. She closed her hand around the familiar metal as she looked up at him, touched.

"Thanks Sammy."

"Yeah." He nodded and watched her closely as she put the necklace back on, "Angie... what was it like?"

Dean's eyes went from Sam to Angels instantly. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to know her answer. He could tell something was off when she told them she didn't remember anything, and that same look from before was firmly on her face now.