Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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xDean POVx

I thought today when my brother drank Angie's blood I had already reached the peak of jealousy, but this might come close to it. Angie was walking up to the mansion in a tight mini-skirt. She had just pulled it out of one of her suitcases, which led me to believe she'd actually worn that to an event. I didn't exactly want to admit how that made me feel. I knew too well that I had no right to be upset about her choices.

I thought I'd find it ridiculous seeing that strong woman playing the part of the innocent, distressed little girl. I've seen her blow away demons with her magic without lifting a finger, battle men triple her size, and conquer mythical creatures that still haunted my nightmares.

But this still did things to me, or at least to parts of me that weren't designed to think. She adjusted her skirt one more time—God, it barely covered her ass—then she rang the bell. Not even five seconds later, an intercom answered. "Yeah?"

"H-hello, my car broke down. I need some help." God, she even threw in a stutter. She was brilliant. If I didn't know better, I'd think that she was having the worst day of her life and that she was on the verge of tears.

"I'll be down in a minute," the guy answered immediately. Yeah, I bet he would.

The automatic lock buzzed and Angie leaned forward to block the angle of the camera. Crowley and his demons could only see her bright smile and not how Sam and I snuck onto the property and then hid ourselves in the shadows of a brick wall.

A man in his forties, probably possessed by a demon, walked out of the castle's entrance followed by another guy. "Evening, pretty lady. Get yourself on in here," he proposed, flashing his yellow teeth. Did he actually think he could land a woman like Angie?

Angie didn't show her disgust; she just politely shook her head no, her blonde curls moving with her like she was in a movie sequence. She made sure to open her eyes just a tad wider than usual, turning up the innocent act as much as she dared without making it suspicious. "I just need to make a call."

The second guy made a dismissive hand gesture. "You don't need to call anyone, baby. We're the only help you're gonna need." Alright. That was seriously gross. I heard Sam snort next to me.

"You know what? I think I should wait by my car," Angie told them, trying to turn around, but one of the men grabbed her harshly by the shoulder. I knew she was able to defend herself and I also knew she'd told us to stay in the shadows if there were any more security cameras, but I wanted to punch that bastard so hard in the face right now. My rage was intoxicating me, almost letting me forget what was at stake here.

"We said, get your ass in here," the second demon growled. I was one second away from interfering and cutting his filthy hands off when Angie rammed her weapon inside of the guy, then turned around and smashed the second one so hard onto the ground that I was pretty sure I heard his skull crack.

I was an asshole, the worst kind even: a naive asshole. The angels didn't try to kill her since she was born for no reason at all. Angie wasn't only perfectly capable of defending herself; she was a fast and effective killer. She was the best one I've ever known and with Justin's consistent training, she had only gotten better.

"Nice work," Sam remarked next to me.

"Thanks," Angie responded, getting her weapon out of the demon. "Shall we?"

Our plan may have been a bit improvised, but so far it seemed to work out fairly well: Angie even managed to cut the electricity to the mansion with her nephilim powers to make Crowley aware that something wasn't right. If we were lucky, he might step right onto the rug that we placed a demon trap under.