Beyond This Illusion {1} [Supernatural]

Welcome to the Jungle

Part II

Welcome To The Jungle It Gets Worse Here Everyday

You Learn To Live Like An Animal In The Jungle Where We Play

-Guns and Roses

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"You want Anna? Why?" Sam questioned.

"Out of the way," Cas' companion snarled. The girls bristled at the cold and slightly patronizing tone he used.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her," Dean said. He didn't get it. Why would a creature that's supposed to protect, even if in a cold manner, want to kill a good christian girl that could hear angels?

"Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle."

"Question, how do you kill somebody gentle?" Lauren asked. Uriel sneered.

Morgan looked disappointedly at the angels. What happened to the strong protectors with soft hearts that they heard stories about? "Why? Why were you ordered to kill Anna?"

"Anna's an innocent girl," Sam added.

"She is far from innocent," Cas stated, though he looked far from believing it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lauren ground out.

"It means she's worse than this abomination Sam has been screwing. Now give us the girl," Uriel demanded.

"Sorry. Get yourself another one," Dean said flippantly.

"Who's gonna stop us? You two? Or this demon whore? Or what about the two unstable hunters who are just glorified time bombs, just waiting for that last push that sends them over the edge." Lauren lunged at Uriel, only to find herself pinned to the wall. Cas held Morgan in some sick parody of a hug.

"Knock it off, Feathers!" she demanded as she thrashed in the angel's hold. Cas swiped his fingers over Sam's forehead and put him to sleep. There was a bright light, accompanied by the feather-light sensation of a banishing, and the angels were gone.

Dean walked into the back room and saw Anna staring at the mirror, hands bloody. There was a copy of the sigil that Morgan had used earlier that week smeared on the mirror.

"Anna. Anna!"

"Are they - are they gone?" she asked, looking lost.

"You kill them?" Sam asked. Idiots.

"No. I sent them away... far away," she whispered.

"You want to tell me how?" Dean asked. Anna just shrugged.

...

Anna was sitting in the panic room under the gruff hunting friend of the Winchesters. The sigil had just popped into her head when the angels were there, and she was scared to think of what came next.

"We're here!" Dean's voice called from the hall.

"Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela," the woman that walked in told her jovially.

"Hi," she muttered, still wary of strangers.

"Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help."

"Oh. That's nice of you."

"Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it," she said with a vindictive smirk.

"Why?

"They stole my eyes. Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry." Pamela settled Anna onto the cot in the room while the hunters skulked around the edges, alert incase anything went wrong.

It started out nice an easy, and Lauren felt herself start to relax when nothing went wrong. Then Anna started thrashing like Morgan sometimes did when she had nightmares about The Night. Light bulbs started exploding and the room rattled. And as soon as it started, it stopped.

"Anna? You alright?" Pamela called.

Anna sat up, her face a blank mask. "Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now."

"Remember what?" Sam asked. The Lindens already knew. They knew this was coming the second Dean called Pamela.

"Who I am."

"I'll bite. Who are you?"

"I'm an angel."

...

Morgan grabbed her sister and drug her out of Bobby's house. She needed air and felt sick at her revelation. They parked it at a smashed up oldsmobile a good hundred yards from the house. "Alright Morgan, what's this all about? ...Morgan?"