City of Angels (and Demons)

Chapter Eleven

Sam arrived at the location Dean had given him. It was a tailor shop; where men could buy suits already made or tailored for them. Sam pushed the door open and walked in. His first thought was that it was closed since it appeared to be empty, but then he remembered Felix was here. And then deduced that Darkiplier had cleared the place out.

At the sound of a pained moan, Sam moved over to the source, finding a man attempting to get up. Sam didn't recognize him, but from the way he was dressed, he had to have worked here. Sam knelt down and helped him sit up.

"You okay?" Sam asked. Since the man was awake and moving, albeit slowly, he couldn't have suffered much damage. "Can you tell me what happened?"

The man was too shaken up to even wonder who Sam was. "A man came in," he said, one hand pressed against his head. "He came from the hospital. He was wearing one of those hospital gowns." He lowered his hand, pausing as if to conjure up memories.

"It's okay," Sam said, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. "I can piece together what happened next. Rest here. I'll call an ambulance and take a look around." He got to his feet.

"Are you with the police?"

"FBI," Sam said, taking out his phone. "The man who did this is who we're looking for."

The man nodded, satisfied, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Sam called for an ambulance then went looking around, spotting Felix at the other side of the store.

Sam hurried over and checked for a pulse, relieved when he found one. He couldn't tell if anything was broken, but the large welt on Felix's head was a bit concerning. And so was the angel blade sticking out from the wall.

Sam pulled the angel blade free then hid it inside his jacket. He stood up when he heard sirens outside. They weren't far from the hospital, which was convenient. He remained while the paramedics were there, answering any questions they asked. Once Felix and the tailor shop employee were taken away in the ambulance, Sam pulled out his phone to call Dean.

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Dean pulled up across the street from Mark's house, recognizing the car parked out front. It was the same car he had seen this morning when he and Sam had been here, talking to Mark. The car was Amy's, Mark's girlfriend. Dean put the impala in park, turned it off, then got out and heading for the front door.

He had told Sam he wouldn't approach unless it was necessary, but he couldn't tell if Dark was here. From the looks of it, Amy was. And if Dark was here...

Before he could knock, his phone started ringing. Sam. He couldn't ignore it. He pulled out his phone and answered it. "He's not dead, is he?"

"He's on his way to the hospital right now," Sam said. "Unconscious, but alive. I was thinking about following to see if he'll be all right. Everything quiet there?"

Dean peeked through a window, not seeing any movement. "For now, yeah..." he said then trailed off when he heard what sounded like a scream.

"Dean?"

At the cry for help, Dean hung up without explaining and let himself inside the house. Sam would know something was wrong, so backup was on the way as soon as Dean hung up. Hopefully he wouldn't be here that long.

Dean pulled out his gun as he hurried upstairs, following the cries for help. He kicked open a door to find Dark on the bed with Amy pinned beneath him, his hand between her legs.

Dean didn't waste time. He just pulled the trigger.

Dark fell to the side, an inhuman sound coming from him. Amy, still crying, crawled out of bed, pulling her robe closed as she ran over to hide behind Dean. Dean held one arm in front of her as he started backing out of the bedroom. Dark was standing and laughing, his side covered in blood where Dean had shot him.

"Mark," Amy whispered from behind Dean, her voice full of pain and misunderstanding. Dean knew he couldn't not tell her what had happened to Mark.

When Dark's eyes turned a solid black, Dean fired again and turned, grabbing Amy's arm and heading down the stairs. Dean didn't turn back when he heard Dark laughing again. He had promised Sam, after all.

"Chica!" Amy called, pulling the robe tighter around her as she hurried ahead to the door. Which was still open since Dean had entered. As Amy went outside, a golden lab followed her out. Dean complained inside his head, but tried not to think about the back seat of the impala being covered in dog hair. He pointed the car out to Amy then checked behind him to make sure Dark wasn't following.

There was no sign of Dark, but Dean had an idea of what Dark was capable of so he probably didn't have to follow. Dean turned and ran over to the impala, seeing Amy and the dog already in the backseat. Dean got in the driver's side and drove off.

And didn't slow down until the house was out of sight.

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They met up with Sam at the hotel room. Dean had gotten Sam to pick up some clothes for Amy and she was in the bathroom now, getting dressed. Chica was curled up in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on Sam and Dean. Dean felt like the dog knew exactly what was going on and he had to admit, it spooked him a little.

"You have that 'maybe we should question the dog' look," Sam said.

Dean didn't look away from Chica. "That why I have the feeling that she can probably tell us things?" he asked, only partly joking.

"Let's focus on what we're gonna tell Amy first," Sam said. "You mentioned that Dark was trying to rape her?"

"I never said trying," Dean said, looking at Sam and recalling the conversation they had over the phone before Sam showed up here. "I say we tell her the truth."

"That Darkiplier is real and not just Mark pretending?" Sam asked. "Do you think that will go over well?"

"So it's not drugs."

Sam and Dean turned to see Amy standing there. Chica had moved and was now sitting at Amy's side.

"Dr. Cook mentioned drugs being in Mark's system," Amy said before they could say anything.

Dean remembered what Patrick had said about slipping something slow acting into Mark's medicine. "Drugs were involved," he said. "But it wasn't his fault. It was just to get Dark to take over."

Amy looked somewhat relieved by that news. "Darkiplier's real," she said. "And he..." She trailed off, not needing to finish. If Dark hadn't been raping her, it would have been harder to convince her that it wasn't Mark.

"And Mark?" Amy's voice quavered, on the verge of crying.

"We honestly don't know," Sam said. Amy couldn't stop the tears from falling. "But we promise to do what we can to try and get him back."

Dean said nothing. Trying was the best they could do at this point.