The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 1 Section 3

Inside Johnny Mac's Diner...

Dean and Sam sat at a table as they gave their order to the waitress. She nodded at them as she wrote it down and smiled before leaving.

"Yeah." Angel walked over to the table as she spoke on the phone and sat between her brothers, "You bet. Thanks Bobby."

Sam eyed her, "What'd Bobby say?"

"Pamelas stable and out of I.C.U." She sighed in relief, "Thank God."

Dean scoffed, "And blind because of us."

Sam nodded, "And we still have no clue who we're dealing with."

"Well... that's not entirely true." Angel countered, "We've got his name. Castiel. That's a big deal. I mean think about it boys..." She leaned into them with a knowing eye, "We get the right spells and mambo-jumbo together we could summon him right to us. Figure this out and be done with it."

"Huh..." Dean cocked his head, "That's not a half bad idea."

"You're both crazy!" Sam scoffed, "Absolutely not."

"No that could work, Sam." Dean pressed, "We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?"

"Exactly what i was thinking. Get some revenge for Pam."

"Okay stop." Sam interrupted quickly, "Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you two want to have a face to face?"

"Yeah, Sammy." Angel quipped, "Because it's about all we can do right now. We don't have any other option. Unless you wanna share something with the class that you've come up with all of the sudden?"

"As a matter of fact I do." He leaned in as he lowered his voice, "I followed some demons to town, right?"

Angel raised a brow, "So?"

"So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something." The waitress reappeared with three plates of pie and set them on the table before Sam waved, "Thanks."

Instead of walking away though, she plopped into the vacant seat across from Angel as she stared at the three of them with a small smile.

Dean smirked, "You angling for a tip?"

"I'm sorry." Her eyes changed to demon-black for a moment, "Thought you were looking for us."

A uniformed man by the counter and a cook behind the counter also showed their demon-black eyes to the Winchesters. The uniformed man went to the door and locked it before taking a firm stance in front of it.

"Angel." The waitress glared at the blonde who had gone tense, "To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck."

Angel's eyes flashed from her to the other demons in the room for a moment, "That's what people keep telling me."

"So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? " Anger laced her tone, "Tell me. What makes you so special?"

"Hm." She pretended to think for a second, "Well, I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. Oh. Or maybe it's the blonde hair. Blondes always have more fun, am I right?" The sarcastic humor in her face and voice was quickly replaced by seriousness, "I don't know. It wasn't my doing. I don't know who pulled me out."

"Right. You don't." She cocked her head, "Lying's a sin, you know."

"Thanks for the fun fact." Angel nodded, "But i'm not lying. Actually, I'd love to find out who busted me out if you've got any suspects up your sleeve. Enlighten me, Flo."