The Winchester Three (S4): Lazarus Rising

Ch 1 Section 4

On the road...

Bobby drove the Trans-Am from beside Dean as Angel sat in the back. She grimaced as she wiped the dried blood that had dripped from her ear.

Bobby looked at her from the rearview, "How ya feelin?"

Angel grimaced as she carefully leaned back, "My head's pounding and my ears have church bells in them but aside from that, peachy."

Dean sighed and pulled his phone out to dial Sam who immediately answered, "You're on speaker with Ang and Bobby. What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger."

"In my car?"

"Sorry. Couldn't really take Angie's though so..." He cleared his throat, "What are you guys doing up anyway?"

"The three of us are gonna go grab a beer." Angel piped up as she leaned forward, signaling for them to go along with it, "Figured we'd let you know in case you came back before us."

"Alright, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?"

"Sure thing." Angel nodded, taking the phone from Dean, "See you later."

After she hung up Bobby eyed her curiously, "Why the hell didn't you tell him?"

"Because he'd just try to stop us."

Dean turned to her with raised eyebrows, "You wanna summon this thing now?"

Bobby sputtered, "You can't be serious!"

"As serious as i'll ever be. This is our only move, boys. We gotta do it. It's time we faced it head-on."

"Ang..." Dean countered, now unsure after what he just witnessed in the room, "This thing almost killed you just now. We don't have any idea what we're dealing with."

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything. Still got Ruby's knife?"

"Yeah..."

"Good."

Bobby shook his head at her, "This is a bad idea."

"Couldn't agree more." Dean agreed grimly, "She's right, though. What other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life."

"Look..." Angel eyed the two of them, "This thing is after me hardcore. That's obvious. There's nowhere i can hide so we can either wait for it to attack when we're all off guard again or we can go after it on our own terms."

Bobby still looked unconvinced and tense, "Then we could really use Sam on this."

"No. Leave him be." Angel dismissed, "He's better off that way. We can handle this."

Back inside Johnny Mac's Diner...

Sam snuck into the darkened diner after using his lock-picking tools. A song played softly on the jukebox in the otherwise quiet and deserted restaurant. He quietly made his way in and immediately saw the cook from earlier face-down on the floor. His hands were bloody and it was obvious he was dead. Sam crouched down and turned him over to reveal that his eyes were burned out and dry blood caked his cheeks. As Sam stood a different figure attacked him from behind. They grappled for a moment before Sam saw that it was the demon waitress from before. She too had empty burned out eye sockets and blood trickling down her face. She looked both terrifying and terrified.

Sam shoved her away from him with a grimace of disgust, "Your eyes."

"I can still smell your soul a mile away."