Unfinished Gems

An Angel and a Trickster - 11 - FIN

Angel put on a glamour and went to talk to the student Bobby had investigated, reasoning that he would be more likely to chat up a pretty girl than he would Dean. She even accepted a beer, using magic to ensure he wasn't slipping a roofie or something in it.

She didn't think twice about tossing it in a recycling bin outside the dorms.

Dean noticed something was off about Angel the second the lights started flickering. Her magic was trying to fight off something.

Sam went to shake her awake, realizing she had been hit with whatever Bobby was afflicted with, only to find himself sucked inside her mind instead.

~

Sam found himself inside a castle. He could feel the pressing weight of hundreds of people staring at him, whispering things behind his back and in hushed tones in his presence. The sensation alone made his skin crawl.

Then his ears caught something else. Something that had him running to the sound.

Angel was crying.

He found a small girl, frightened, alone, and surrounded by expectations she couldn't hope to fulfill. She was being crushed by the weight of the world and it was like she had no way out. The whispers grew stronger still, causing her to buckle.

Sam went to Angel, who looked so much younger than he was used to. He hugged her tightly, letting his core wrap around her like a blanket. Her shivering slowly stopped, and she curled into it, crying.

"Not bad Moose. You keep her safe while I take out the asshole who did this to her," said a voice. It cut through the whispering.

"Loki?"

"My bond with Angel told me something was wrong. I don't know who was stupid enough to attack her in her sleep, but I'm glad her magic recognized yours enough to drag you in for help."

Sam hugged Angel tighter.

"Oh, and don't worry about Dean. I told him what's going on, so he won't freak over the fact you just passed out."

The two stayed like that for about fifteen minutes, Sam's magic blocking the sound of the whispers until they stopped altogether.

"Sam? What..."

"Someone tried to break into your dreams. Your magic drew me in, and Loki had me guard you until he stopped whatever this was."

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For blocking the whispers," said Angel.

It surprised her that someone was willing to risk their own mind to help protect hers.

In the hospital...

Bobby woke up with a jolt. Loki had broken into his mind to find the idiot hurting Angel, and he had been shocked to see wings on the Trickster's back. Six of them, to be exact.

Loki realized Bobby had see his wings, and winced.

This...was going to be unpleasant later.

~

Angel was in a foul mood. And the reason why was simple.

Bela, the annoying British thief who had tried to rob her, had called the FBI in to capture Sam and Dean. Fortunately she had been taking a nap in the back of the car under her cloak, so no one noticed her, but that still meant she had to deal with them being in a muggle prison. If she tried to magic them out, the American Ministry would come down on her ass. If she tried to fly them out, then the angels would find her. And calling Gabriel was a no-go either. He was currently hiding from his brothers who were starting to get suspicious about who was hiding her.