Out of the Darkness, Into the Fire Part 1

A/N: Hey, y'all, welcome to Into the Darkness, the tenth installment of the Messenger of God Saga! It involves my OC Angela Morgan, and the daughter she had with Sam, Grace Elizabeth Winchester. This will be a revision of season 11 and will be written from the Winchesters' POV, so some scenes will be cut out.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Supernatural. I just own Angela and Grace :) Enjoy!

Superior, Nebraska

Angela was surrounded by the Darkness cloud that has been hurtling toward the Impala. She looked around wildly until a woman appeared in front of her.

"Hey!" Angela called out. "The hell's going on?!"

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Sam and Dean were both unconscious in the Impala, the horn blaring loudly.

Sam groaned as he woke up groggily, frowning when he didn't see Angela. "Dean! Dean?"

Dean slowly regained consciousness and looked around, brows furrowed in confusion. "Where the hell is Angie?"

"I don't know," Sam replied, worry lacing his voice as he got out of the car. "Angie?!"

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Angela was lying on the ground, unconscious and surrounded by a field of flowers. Sam and Dean came walking up the hill.

"Sam," Dean pointed to Angela's still form.

"Hey! Hey, baby." Sam ran over as Angela groaned. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She mumbled as Sam helped her up. "Where's the car?"

"I-i-it's… About a mile away, kid." Dean answered.

"What?" Angela asked, confused.

"Seriously?" Sam frowned. "The—the darkness hit. You disappeared. You remember none of this?"

Angela's face twisted in thought as she thought back to the Darkness hitting them.

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"Hold on!" Angela yelled.

Angela noticed the woman from the Darkness outside the car, and then Angela was standing in front of her.

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"She saved me." Angela murmured.

"What? Who?" Dean questioned.

Angela looked up at the brothers, clearly confused. "The Darkness."

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"Wait a second," Sam's brows pinched together. "What do you mean, she saved you?"

"You guys were there. When the storm hit, everything went dark." Angela replied obviously.

"Yeah, but kid, you just disappeared from the car," Dean explained.

"I don't even remember that." Angela shook her head.

"Well, we don't remember some woman pulling you out." Sam frowned deeply.

"Well, what do you want me to say, baby?" Angela huffed in annoyance. "I was in the car, and then I wasn't in the car. I was in the field, and she was there."

"And she told you she was the darkness?" Dean asked.

"No. She was wearing a nametag." Angela sassed. "What do you think? She thanked me."

Sam's face scrunched up in confusion. "For what?"

"Setting her free." Angela shrugged.

"You didn't set her free. Sam and I set her free." Dean corrected.

"Does it matter? I mean, yeah, you guys said the spell, but I had the mark, so lock and key." Angela shrugged.

"So, what, now she feels indebted to you or something?" Sam asked curiously as they walked back to the Impala.

"I don't know," Angela muttered. "She's a Darkness. Does she feel anything?"

"And that's all she said? Thanks?" Dean raised his brows questioningly.

"Yeah," Angela confirmed with a sigh. "She was weird. But she had this energy about her, this—this focus. But, yeah, not a talker."

"So, we know jack," Sam complained.

"Well, we know what she looks like, and we know that she's evil." Angela corrected. "The question is, what does she know? I mean, she's been locked away since the beginning of time. All I know is that we set her free, and we're gonna put her back in, no matter what it takes." She rambled as she got in the car, which was still stuck down in the pothole. "What the… Just gonna let me get in the car?"

"You were on a roll, kid." Dean shrugged in defense.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were in the Impala driving down the road when they suddenly came upon a gruesome scene.

"What the hell happened here?" Dean questioned as they got out of the Impala.

Suddenly, the three hunters heard a sound coming from behind them.

"Hello?" Sam called out.

A road-worker started approaching the three hunters, and black veins covered the man's visible skin.

"Oh, that's not a happy sight," Angela commented. "Hey, easy, buddy. Just stay cool till we figure out what's going on here, okay?" Angela added as the man continued walking toward them. "Kind of narrowing my options here."

"We don't even know what he is." Sam retorted.

Out of nowhere, a woman dressed in police gear shot the road-worker from behind, then pointed her weapon at the three hunters.

"Weapons on the ground. Slow." Jenna commanded firmly.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, officer. We're FBI, okay? We got badges." Dean assured.

"Don't," Jenna pumped her shotgun threateningly. "Show me some skin."

"Huh?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"What?" Sam and Angela asked simultaneously.

"All of you." Jenna glared.

"Is this, like, a 'Magic Mike' moment?" Dean quipped.

"Your throats!" Jenna yelled.

"Oh, you think we're—we're…" Angela trailed off, glancing at the dead road-worker. "Look, we don't even know what these are."

"I need to know you're not one of 'em," Jenna replied seriously.

"One of what?" Dean asked, confused.

"Let's go!" Jenna snapped.

"Okay, alright, look," Dean said as they pulled down the collars of their shirts. "Huh? See?"

"Good." Jenna sighed in relief. "Let's see those IDs."

"Yeah, whoa. Alright, take—take it easy, okay?" Angela suggested before gesturing to the deputy's wound. "Bad guys?"

"Rebar," Jenna answered. "I sought cover. I fell."

"Okay," Angela pursed her lips. "Why don't you tell us what happened here?"

"911 reported a family in distress. I arrived to find several hostiles attacking said family." Jenna explained, shuddering. "Oh, God, it was horrible."

"How long you been on the job, deputy?" Dean questioned.

"Uh…" Jenna paused. "Okay, three weeks."

"Okay, ah," Dean muttered. "I'm Dean. This is Sam, and this is Angela. Just breathe. Okay? Speak plain. What happened?"

"They killed them all," Jenna replied.

"Who?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Roadcrew. It was—they were like rabid dogs." Jenna explained. "I fired off a warning, but they didn't stop. They…"

Angela's eyes widened slightly in shock. "You killed all these?"

"I knew some of the boys, but they didn't look—something was wrong. They were…" Jenna stammered.

"They're not human." Sam finished.

"Hey, look, we can stitch that up, but, uh, it's gonna be ugly," Dean noted. "You got a hospital around here?"

"Up the road." Jenna nodded.

"Alright," Angela replied gently. "Here we go."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, and Jenna drove up to the hospital, and the sight wasn't exactly comforting. The four of them got out of the car and walked into the hospital, which was littered with dead bodies.

"Well, this is encouraging," Dean remarked sarcastically before turning to Jenna. "Wait here."

"So, what are you guys thinking?" Sam queried.

"I don't really know what to think." Angela admitted. "And I don't know what to expect either, so I'm just gonna chuck it all in."

"This is the darkness, right? It's got to be." Dean replied.

"So, what," Angela's brows furrowed slightly. "She shows up and everybody goes '28 Days Later'? We didn't."

"Yeah, but Sammy and I were in the car, and you were—you said she protected you." Dean shrugged. "So, maybe it wasn't her. Maybe it was the smoke, and anybody who was outside, like the road crew, they were exposed. I mean, you that, Angie. That wasn't human."

"So, what? The smoke mutated them?" Angela posed. "Sure, why not? Just a couple hours ago, I killed Death. I'm pretty much open for anything." She shrugged. "But mutated into what? Alright, you know what, one thing at a time." Angela shook her head. "Let's just get her some help and then we'll deal with whatever comes next."

"I got to call this in." Jenna chimed in, referring to the bodies all over the hospital.

"No, bad idea." Dean replied firmly. "More people, more bodies. We'll deal with this."

"You know what, Dean, let's go take a look around. Angie, you sew her up." Sam suggested.

"Okay," Angela leaned up and pecked Sam's lips. "Love you."

"Love you, too, baby." Sam replied before he and Dean walked off.

"Alright," Angela looked at Jenna. "You know this place?"

"This way." Jenna started walking ahead.

"Okay." Angela nodded.

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Sam and Dean snuck down a hallway and found one of the road crew members trying to break their way into a supply closet. He started to approach where Sam and Dean were hiding, but a baby crying distracted him easily.

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Jenna sat on the table in the exam room as Angela prepared the supplies to sew up Jenna's wound.

"This is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch," Angela warned.

"I knew those boys' sisters, their parents," Jenna whispered sadly.

"You did what you were trained to do. It's alright." Angela comforted.

"They don't train you to shoot your friends." Jenna shook her head. "I panicked. I could have…"

"Those boys weren't boys." Angela interrupted as she started working on Jenna's wound. "They were monsters, and they were a threat. Anybody could have panicked. Not anybody could have done what you did."

Jenna looked up at Angela with sad eyes. "This job is supposed to be saving people."

"Yeah, well…" Angela let out a heavy sigh. "It sounds better on paper, doesn't it?"

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"Well, now that you've said your thanks, let's talk about what happens next," Angela told the Darkness.

"I like it here. With you." The Darkness smiled gently. "I haven't felt this peaceful in a long, long time."

"Well, let's get something straight—I'm not here to bring you peace." Angela narrowed her eyes. "I know what you are."

"Really?" the Darkness quirked a brow. "I've been gone so long, I didn't think anyone remembered."

"Well, Death painted a hell of a picture." Angela retorted.

The woman's brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't know this death, and he doesn't know me."

Angela held up her knife and raised her brows. "So, are you saying I shouldn't try and kill you right now?"

"Am I saying that? Or are you?" the Darkness tilted her head.

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Sam and Dean were hiding behind a desk when they heard a large crash. Peeking around the corner, Dean noticed that the road crew member has collapsed and died. He signaled to Sam and they walked to the supply closet, and Sam knocked on the door.

"Hello? Hello?" the younger Winchester called out.

"Is he dead?" A man's voice came from inside the closet.

"Yeah, um…" Dean glanced at the body. "Yeah, he's dead. It's okay to come out. We're, uh, FBI. Here. My partner and I are gonna slide our badges under the door, okay?"

After the brothers slid their badges under the door, it opened to reveal a man holding an infant, clearly frightened.

"Help us, please." He begged.

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Jenna, and the man with the baby, Mike were all in the exam room.

"The doc said it was gonna be a tough birth, but Janie… she stepped up." Mike explained. "The twister hit, the power went out. She just kept going. No drugs. Just pushed out this little dewdrop like she was nothing. Then Janie started bleeding. They tried, but… You'd think they'd know how to stop something like that."

"I'm so sorry, Mike." Jenna apologized sincerely.

"You think you could tell us what happened here?" Dean asked.

"I went outside, after… t'collect myself. A truckload of 'em pulled up." Mike answered.

"The road crew?" Sam raised his brows.

"They didn't say nothing. They just went off, attacking folks like they were possessed." Mike recalled. "I tore back inside to get this little one. I found that supply closet, and you know, been there since. I could hear them, though. Tearing through the halls. Doctors, nurses—they didn't care."

"You said the road crew went nuts," Angela started. "Did any of them come after you?"

"Yeah, a few of them." Mike nodded.

"Did they cut you or bleed on you?" Sam questioned.

Mike's brows furrowed. "They did."

"I don't understand," Jenna cut in. "What are you saying?"

"Saying that whatever this is, it might be transmittable," Dean replied grimly.

"What?" Jenna frowned. "We don't even know what this is. Now you're saying it can be passed on?"

"He's right," Mike replied. "I can feel it. Inside. Something's happening."

"How long has it been since you were attacked?" Angela interrogated.

"Three, four hours," Mike answered. "The real question is, how long till I become like them?"

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm so, so excited for this, I have big things planned ;) I was going to wait a few weeks to post, but I'm going on vacation at the end of July and I'm preparing to go to school in the fall. Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily