Gifted (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: The Choice

Angel couldn't handle it anymore. One more nasty surprise, she might have a mild heart attack. She sat in a chair, holding her head in her hands and trying to hold it together. There was no stopping Dean, the vision would surely come to pass.

"You okay, Angel?" Sam asked her, noticing her distress.

She looked up at him, realising she was close to tears. "I'm fine. Just a bit... shaken up."

Pam suddenly dropped a vial of blood, letting out a shrill scream. "Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?"

"You're clean, you're okay." Doctor Lee reassured.

"Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!"

Angel had to agree with her on that one, they couldn't just stay there trapped like rats, they had to get help from someone, anyone. But, still, they couldn't step out that door without getting attacked by those... things. A bitch of a dilemma, indeed.

"No, we can't, because those things are everywhere." Dean tried to talk her down.

She slowly sank to her knees, the weight of the situation dragging her down. "Oh god," she muttered.

While Doctor Lee solaced Pam and Sam and Dean conversed quietly to each other, Angel began to contemplate everything that was going on. They were all trapped in a clinic while ravenous psychotics lurked outside, two of these people were monster hunters, one who was psychic and one who was a potential ruthless killer, and there was no foreseeable escape that wouldn't end in blood and death and pain. Oh yeah, things were looking up.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice," Mark spoke up. "Lots of folks up here are good with rifles. Even with all your hardware, we're - we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives...." He let the sentence hang in the air, feeling it didn't need finishing.

Explosives. Yeah, right. She looked up at the shelves filled with chemicals and was suddenly inspired. "We could make some." She and Sam spoke at once, the two of them glancing at each other. "You can make explosives?" Sam asked, a bit surprised.

She grinned slightly. "Dude, as a teen, I was pretty much the most advanced chemistry student in the history of the school. I can make explosives." She got up and searched through the shelves, finding only a bottle of potassium chloride before someone began pounding on the door.

Something told her that was Duane. She could only hope that she was wrong.

She, Sam, Dean, and Mark ran to the door to find none other than Duane Tanner, here at last. Angel was not looking forward to this encounter. But she couldn't avoid it forever, so she'd have to suck it up and deal with it. But what if she couldn't save him from Dean's gun?

"Hey!" Duane shouted. "Let me in, let me in, please!"

"It's Duane Tanner!" Mark said, opening the door for him.

Angel was feeling butterflies in her stomach, knowing this guy was gonna die. He would die unless she could somehow prevent it.

"Thank god." Duane sighed with relief.

"Duane, you okay?" Mark asked.

It was then that Angel realized that her previous lie would quickly fall apart. She said that she and Duane were old friends, but when Duane has no idea who she is, that will certainly raise suspicion. Unless she could cloud his perception, which was an ability she was working on, but it was certainly flawed. It only lasted for so long before wearing off, the longest it's ever worked is fifteen minutes, and even when it does work, it has an odd effect on whoever she tries to use it on. But, either way, she had no other choice. She couldn't let her cover be blown by her own unstable lie.