Supernatural 1. Chapter 1

**Chronicles of Absolution: Hear No Evil, See No Evil...**

**Chapter 1**

_New Harmony, Wisconsin_

It was a beautiful night. The full moon was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Even though he couldn't hear anything, Javier could appreciate what his other senses could tell him about the neighborhood. Spring had come and he could feel the change in the weather. It was pleasant and he could tell that his fraternal twin brother Jake was enjoying too and was describing the sounds he could make out.

Javier had been born deaf and Jake lost his hearing due to meningitis when he was little. Javier didn't mind not hearing since he and his brother learned to sign and have been doing it since they were kids. Jake sometimes missed hearing but he loved his brother and the community that they lived in where the people were blind, deaf and hearing and everyone knew some form of sign or could read lips and knew how to treat people who lost a sense or two. There were even a few with physical disabilities.

As they walked towards their home they came across the captain moving along in his chair and taking care of something for his house. He spotted them and waved out to them and called out, "Double time it Double J."

Jake laughed as he signed to Javier, _Captain Ironsides says hello._

Javier nodded since he knew that the veteran liked them and called them a nickname since their names both started with the letter 'J'. They came up with a sign for the veteran and showed it to him and he liked it. When he came to New Harmony the captain was bitter about his war injury from his tour in Iraq and wanted to get away from everything. They had been persistent even though Jake was the smartass of the pair and they became friends.

Jake grinned and signed back to their friend, _Yes sir._ Then the boys gave a salute to indicate that they were going to carry out their order while the captain laughed as he went about doing his evening chores for the night.

The boys passed through the center of town to where the town's water fountain was. Javier tugged on his brother's jacket sleeve to indicate that he was to stop. Jake stopped and turned to see what Javier was looking at. He grinned a bit as they looked.

The fountain was an inspiration from a local artist who was commissioned to design the fountain that would go in front of city hall in the center of town. It wasn't meant to be insulting but rather a reflection of the people that lived in New Harmony. In fact many of the people thought that the design was fitting.

The statue in the center was of the three monkeys that were a novelty item. One had its hands over its ears, the middle had his over his eyes and the third had his over his mouth. They sat side by side and their seat billowed into a curtain of water below into the main basin. The plaque at the base said the sum of what the fountain said: Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil and you feel no evil.

The idea was to remind the people of how they were towards one another especially with a population with a vast majority of the people with some sort of disability. It wasn't exactly a perfect town but the people living there were essentially good people. Most of them went to church and there were some who did their gatherings if they happened to be of a different religious orientation.

Javier tugged on Jake's sleeve and signed, _I can never get enough of the view._

_ Yeah like you can't get enough of Emily Hunt._ Jake grinned at his brother as he teased him about his interest in a girl at the school they went to.

_She hears_, Javier signed, _We're just friends._

Jake made a sound in his throat. Since he lost hearing, he could speak with his voice. It sounded strange but he could make himself be understood if necessary. _Yeah right little big bro. You like her and she likes you._

_She hangs out with Kyle._

_ He's a jock. You're the genius and she likes that. Ask her out._

_Don't be stupid._ Javier made a slight frown as he signed. _It would never work out._

_Now that is stupid. You don't know if it will work out or not._ Jake gave a firm look as he looked up at his tall brother.

_Don't give me that._

_ Big brother. I win._

Javier threw a face at his brother and signed, _Dude, what are you five?_

_ Look who's talking_, Jake retorted. He stared at Javier for a time until he added, _Hey think about the fountain. Ask Ems out. You never know and even then…_ He shrugged his shoulders.

_You can be a jerk you know._

_ And you can be a bitch._

They freely cussed since they usually got a talking to from their mom who disliked swearing even if it was in sign. She may be able to hear but she had learned to sign along with their dad and could tell what was cussing. They ended up learning them anyway and they used them when they were not at home.

Javier made a face at his brother. It caused Jake to laugh at him and give him a slap across the shoulders before he signed, _My baby bro likes a girl. His first._

_ And I'm sure you made a job of it with yours._

_ Can I help it if I'm the cool and awesome one?_

_ If it meant acknowledging your overinflated ego._

_ Hey!_

Javier shrugged his shoulders like it was an accident but completely unapologetic about it. He gave a smile that was designed to play cute and said that he had one up on his brother. _If you paid more attention to your studies than the girls…_

_ Alright knock it off. I get it. But still Javi has the hots for a girl._

_ Fine. I'll ask her but if she says no then I'm kicking your ass._

_ I'd like to see you try. You may be freakishly huge but I can still take you out._

_ I've been practicing._

_ Yeah right._

The brothers signed a little more before turning away and continuing on their way home. They couldn't be late for dinner otherwise they would be grounded. Jake signed about something that he heard in the halls at school and Javier was signing that he was talking complete shit.

Later when darkness completely settled over the town, the person that had been watching the people passing by all day stepped out of the shadows. They walked forward to the middle of the street that was now deserted. Even if there was an effective police force available they wouldn't be able to a damn thing.

It was easy to slip by wearing the dark hoodie acquired. It was a little degrading and it was the kind of thing a homeless bum would wear but it served its purpose. There was also nothing to fear since there was no one except the town drunk that apparently everyone in this happy little town left alone and tolerated since he was virtually harmless and considered a little crazy.

The chant was easy to do. It was an old spell and one saved for just an occasion like this. It was of course in the old Latin. It was a virtual given when it came to spells unless it was one of those old ones like this one but he couldn't read dead languages. It had been translated into the old Latin which was the best substitute.

As the spell chant was finished, the head lifted and noticed that the monkeys glowed. A grin graced the lips as a final chant was added and in English, "And now let the trap be set and what had been started will now be finished."

"What are you doing?"

The sound of the siren and the bellow from the patrol car caught the attention of the hooded one. Turning there was a cop who looked like he had too many doughnuts and upset that he pulled the night shift. Advancing, the hooded one said, "Evening officer. Just walking around and enjoying the night air."

"He was violating the sanctuary," the drunk came up and started gesturing wildly at the hooded one.

The cop looked at the drunk and said, "Red, calm down." He gestured with his hand to try and calm the agitated drunk down.

"He violated the sanctuary. The great evil will rain down and drive the people to the rivers of blood," Red the drunk gestured wildly. "He had the eyes. The dark eyes of evil."

The cop shook his head and looked towards the hooded one. He was looking at the drunk. Something flickered and the cop frowned. "Sorry about that. Red is Red."

The drunk was still gesturing wildly at the hooded one. At that moment the breeze blew through and the cop looked at the person he was questioning. It was then he saw a book that had strange symbols on it and they weren't Christian ones. The hooded one looked at the book and then at the cop who was looking at him and said, "You will be sorry you saw that."

The night was suddenly filled with screams as Red screamed about the evil with black eyes. Then there was the crushing sound of bones breaking and the spray of blood as it spattered on the ground. The cop shouted and pulled his gun. Gunshots filled the air and where suddenly silenced by screams and the sound of blood.

The hooded figure looked at the handiwork of the blood everywhere and started walking towards the shadows. From his pocket he pulled a cell phone out and dialed a number and held it to his ear. When he got the person that he was calling he said, "It's done. The spell has been set."

_Good. Do what you do best and have fun._

The hooded figure couldn't help but grin as he disconnected the call and tossed it aside. It was a burner phone so it was untraceable. He continued to walk through the night as he headed towards the base of operations he had assumed. He walked through the down and past the people that were talking and heading in the direction he had come from. He muttered unintelligibly to himself as he continued to walk towards his dwelling.

The room was a slum but not too bad. This piss ant happy town liked to keep their buildings looking nice. This was as close to the preference that could be gotten to. The deed was done and now it was a matter of waiting. Putting the book on the table, he opened it to find a spell that would prove helpful and then pulled the bowl he had prepped for the occasion. He chanted in Latin and got who he was making the phone call to and said, "It is time."

He didn't wait for a response and cut the connection. He went back to the book and took out the thick piece of vellum that had been tucked in the spine. Looking at it a slight sneer appeared on his face. He set it on the table and pulled out something else out of his pocket. He chuckled as he prepared and said, "Come out, come out, wherever you are." He then began to chant. Soon the fun would begin.

* * *

The house had been condemned and was the source of the trouble in this hind end of space town. The thing was a werewolf, at least that was what the Winchesters thought when they rolled into town on the case. Of course having seen quite a bit, they weren't sure if the werewolf was a new age, a Lupei, or a full on lycanthrope so they prepared for any eventuality.

It had been easy enough getting onto the property since it was pretty much falling apart and that meant the potential for some falling debris. The house looked small on the outside but the inside was huge and there were plenty of places for the thing to hide. It was from one of these places in which their guy sprang out and the jaws went snapping and they weren't dealing with one or two but three.

"Sonofabitch! Sasha." Dean held up his gun trying to get a clean shot. Sasha was in the way though since she was dealing out the hurt in keeping the distance between the fugly and Dean. "Get out of the way."

It was the wrong thing to say since Sasha pivoted out of the way of the sharp nails of the werewolf that took a swipe at her. It left Dean clear for an attack and he ended up getting shoved into the wall of the room and left a dent in the wall. He was on the ground and the werewolf was on top of him trying to kill him but he was trying to hold the thing back.

He got lucky when the werewolf was tackled by a fairly large ball of fur with snarling and snapping jaws. Of course the thing scratched him good on his upper arm. Dean looked at the hole and swore, "Sonofabitch."

Sasha in the meantime had a hard, bone crushing grip on the arm of the werewolf. Her snarls were heard as she held onto her death grip and shook her body to cause ripping and tearing. Her muscled body refused to give into the tugs from the werewolf. She even managed to avoid the swipes the werewolf delivered her way.

Dean pulled up his gun and aimed. At that moment Sasha moved and pulled the arm to leave the chest open to attack. Three taps into the heart and the werewolf was down. Dean managed to take a breath of relief as Sasha released her hold on the dead werewolf. He winced from the slash to his arm and knew that he was going to get the full on treatment from Angela. Thinking of her led him to concern for Sam.

They really shouldn't have taken this case since Sam was still healing from the lacerations to his forearms he got in Windom, Minnesota. Angela's own lacerations were bad but those ghouls learned not to mess with her when she got her back up. Still they really shouldn't have with still healing injuries but they were there and these werewolves were on a killing spree and this was the last night of the full moon.

Sam's research led them to there and was insistent on going even when he listened to his brother's loud logic and Angela's quiet form. They were unprepared for the grand total of three werewolves and they were separated. Knowing this, Dean motioned at Sasha and started moving through the house that was loud and creaking. The thumps were hardly reassuring.

Suddenly there was a loud crash and that had Dean heading towards the staircase upstairs. He paused once he reached the top of the stairs and looked around. The urge to call out to his brother and Angela was great but it could cost them if they were in a situation where the slightest change could affect the outcome. So Dean proceeded with caution and motioned at Sasha to move. He rounded a corner and then something pounced on him behind and he was down and he heard Sasha snarl and bark and then the squeak that indicated she had been hurt. Dean tried to move but saw black as his head met the ground.

In the meantime Sam was holding his gun and moving through what was supposedly the living area or something. He heard crashes, Sasha's snarls and other noises that indicated that at least his brother was in good hands. Angela, he had no idea since they had been forced to separate when they had been cornered in a hall by two werewolves. She went one way and he went the other and now he was playing hide and go seek.

Moving slowly around, Sam searched, looking for any sign of an imminent attack. He pointed his gun loaded with the silver bullets and checked everywhere as he moved through the house. He could hear his breaths coming short and rapid and got the distinct feeling that someone was watching him and looked around trying to find it, certain that it was one of the three werewolves they had found.

Rounding a corner found Sam in a kitchen dining room and it looked like it had been ravaged. He could make out the claw marks on the broken furniture and the walls. It was like a fight went on in here and it had Sam wonder if they were wrong about the number of werewolves like they were the first time they came up here. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he continued through the kitchen continuing his search.

The attack came from behind and he was thrown to the ground and ended up falling through the rotting wood. It hurt like hell falling down the flight of stairs into the cellar and he did what he could to protect his forearms as he rolled down. He landed hard and by something rather big and… hairy?

Wincing, Sam looked around next to him. He managed to grab his flashlight that he managed to hold onto and turn it in the direction of the lump he hit. He jumped and shuffled away when he realized that the hairy body was a dead lycanthrope. It looked like its own heart had been ripped out and it had Sam frowning at that. It was a distraction though and he was grabbed from behind and thrown into some rotting shelves and collapsed to the ground.

The werewolf seemed to loom over Sam when another body collided with it and the two of them collided into another set of shelves. That was good and all but Sam was distracted when he saw Angela huddling above him with one hand on his and her other hand holding her chakram which she put on her belt and pulled out her own gun. She was looking at the two werewolves that were swatting at each other while they got to their feet.

Sam blinked and gasped when Angela stood up in the challenging posture against the two werewolves. She was giving that grin and saying, "Come on. Surely you dogs can take on a vamp?"

That started the charge. Sam really had been against her heckling them when they entered the place, playing upon the bred hatred that the werewolves had for the vampires. She did it anyway to draw them out and it had him wonder if she had noticed something that could have indicated multiple werewolves, which was an anomaly in of itself since the ones they came across went solo.

The werewolves charged and Angela held her gun ready she brought it up and fired. She hit one and the other ducked and continued the charge. She finished off the werewolf she had hit and turned to fire on the other one. Her gun was knocked out of her hand and she was charged into the wall. She had grabbed the werewolf in a manner to slow the rate and she bared her fangs while the werewolf snarled at her.

To Sam it was too reminiscent of when Joseph gave her a beating. He struggled to try and get out of his confinement in order to help but the wood was heavy and he couldn't do much. As he watched the fight that he occurred, he noticed his gun and tried to reach for it. It was hard since he was still trapped and the tips of his fingers were brushing it and it tried to get it to come towards him. At that moment he saw Angela fly and land on the ground hard and it looked like it hurt to Sam. He tried harder as the werewolf advanced.

His fingers managed to enclose around the gun but he was at an awkward angle. He shouted, "Angie!" He threw the gun.

Angela had managed to roll out of the way and reached out and caught the gun. She whirled around and fired, putting three taps into the werewolf and it dropped dead next to the lycanthrope that had been killed. Taking a breath she stood and checked the werewolf before putting the safety on. She turned and went to Sam, "You all right?"

"I'm good. Just… stuck."

Angela made a slight humming sound and started moving the wood. A heavy piece had fallen over Sam's leg near the ankle and it looked like it might have sprained the ankle. Well time to deal with that once they got Dean and burned the joint to the ground. Once she freed Sam from the last of the wood she gave him a hand up. "Next time you go upstairs," she joked.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that, "And leave me to do all the work?"

Angela laughed with him as she handed him back his gun and picked up hers. She checked it and holstered it again. "We better find Dean and Sasha."

She started to lead the way but was halted when a huge form charged down and snarling. It was a Lupei and it was pissed. She automatically pushed Sam behind her and reached for her gun.

"Dead Lycan, three werewolves and a pissed Lupei? Did we miss something?" It was another surprise and Sam wondered what the heck was going on.

Angela pushed Sam back while she kept her eye on the advancing Lupei. "No idea. This is unusual."

The Lupei was snarling as it advanced. It was clear that it was fixated on her since it probably could smell her as a vamp. Not the first time or the last. She held up her gun looking for a shot since it seemed that it was smart to not leave open too much space. Angela mentally went over Lupei physiology for some hint of possibly forcing the thing to open up. What happened next was a bit of a shock and had Angela blink to indicate her surprise at the situation.

The Lupei lunged and Angela fired and pushed Sam out of the way. Angela ducked and felt the Lupei's weight push her over into a roll. She spun and stood to see a young girl on the back of the Lupei in a grapple and her arms were around the Lupei's neck. Angela held her gun up and aimed just in case and it happened when the girl was flung off.

The girl landed on her feet and in a crouched position. She sprung just as the Lupei did. Angela put her gun away and sprang at the same time. All three bodies collided and they landed in a heap. The girl ended up on top of the Lupei while it managed to pin Angela underneath. The girl reached for a silver knife and drew it across the Lupei's neck just as Angela managed to grab her chakram and ram it into the chest and roll out before it collapsed.

Sam was a bit surprised but grateful and was going to thank the girl when he was grabbed and his arm wrenched behind him. The girl put her knife to his neck and said something he couldn't make out but he certainly could make out Angela's voice as she said, "Don't even think about it."

Angela was holding her knife and had it pointed at the girl's neck. She had her chakram in her free hand and she was ready to use them. She said, "You attempt something and I will have this knife in your throat quicker than you could get the thought in."

The girl looked at Sam and then at Angela. After about a few minutes she released her hold on Sam and pushed him away. "I let go of your pet. How about one on one vampire?"

Angela wasn't in the mood to deal with a child. She didn't relinquish her weapons but held them. "I don't have time to deal with a child."

"I'm old enough. The Order sent me and I have orders to kill any threat though I wouldn't mind a vamp every now and then for the fun of it."

"The Order?" It was rhetorical but necessary for Angela to try and diffuse the situation. "What is your name?"

"Isabella Rivain and the Centurion sent me."

* * *

**A/N:** Looks like something is going on in New Harmony and Winchester and Co. meet up with a new character. Find out where it heads next time on Hear No Evil, See No Evil...


	2. Chapter 2

**Chapter 2**

_Isabella Rivain and the Centurion sent me._

Angela resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She raised her brow and looked at the girl to inspect her. She lowered her blade slightly as she said, "Been awhile since the Centurion dicks actually crossed my way and Fang Boy doesn't count. Tell me something: when has the Centurion decided to start robbing cradles?"

The reaction was expected. Isabella attacked in a lunge with her knife pointed. Angela countered by deflecting it with her knife and sidestepping the girl. She stood looking at the girl and prepared for the lunges in anger until she kicked the girl near the knee and as she went down and Isabella's knife flew up, Angela hooked her chakram on her belt and caught the blade and pointed both at Isabella. "Care to try again?"

Isabella glared at Angela as she sat up and propped herself on her elbows. Her breaths were rapid, indicative of the recent exercise she underwent. "That depends on you dhampir," she said as she stood up and backed up. "I was never impressed by your exploits especially after you went rogue and against orders."

Angela sheathed her knife and looked at Isabella's. She held it and said, "I didn't agree with the orders."

"You had orders."

"Oh yes and I'm not going to argue about it." Angela motioned for Sam to move up the stairs. She followed and stopped by the girl. She leaned over and whispered, "Orders may be orders but in the grand scheme of things my value of life outweighed them. Sometimes the rulebook has to be thrown out."

Starting up the stairs, Angela paused and looked at the girl. She knew that she wasn't going to try anything since she had shown her minimal hand. Turning back, she started up the stairs and pulled out her cell phone. She was surprised the thing hadn't broken. It was more like her watch that Dean had given her and had never taken off, except to wash off blood. She flipped through her contacts and dialed a number. She followed Sam up and made sure he was okay since that was a wild experience. When it picked up she said, "It's me. You might be getting a call soon. The usual. Thanks."

It wasn't much to meet up with Dean who was rubbing his head and trying to fend off Sasha who was insisting that licking it made it feel better. It had Angela crack a ghost of a smile as she snaked the keys of the Impala out of his jacket and marched to the car and the boys followed without a word after she said it would be okay. It wasn't until they got back to the motel that things got interesting.

"Oh come on, Angie," Sam said as he winced slightly.

Angela paid no attention as she looked at the bruising from the lacerations the ghouls gave Sam and checked to make sure the stitches were holding. The bruises were nasty and were usually the case when they showed up after the lacerations were made. She muttered, "Hold still or I'll be forced to tie you to the chair."

Sam rolled his eyes slightly and looked up to see Dean smirking at him as he held an ice pack to his head. "I'm glad you're enjoying this," he replied with a look at his brother.

"Hey you insisted and this was the law laid down," Dean shrugged to indicate that his brother walked into this and he was going to go through the whole thing.

"And that extended to you. I want to see that liquid bandage I had you put on when I'm through," Angela replied as she finished her cursory examination and reached for the soft cloth and dipped it into the bowl of lukewarm water and antibiotic solution and started dabbing the stitched lacerations.

Dean made a slight movement as if to protect his arm. He had applied the liquid bandage after cleaning up his scratches since they weren't deep. He was more concerned with the head since something hit him and almost hurt Sasha hence the ice and the dog was on his bed just watching with amusement. He had been surprised that Angela tossed him bottle and told him to apply it. Usually she threw a clean rag and disinfectant. Brave new world though. He replied, "It's on. Just don't poke it."

Angela felt her lip twitch as she gently pat-washed the lacerations. To tease Sam she held up the rag that had some dirt on it so he could see and said, "Always find Sammy germs I do."

Sam made a face but he couldn't stay too mad at that. He actually wanted to laugh since it was part of a joke they shared. He watched as she cleaned the lacerations she had stitched up with little to no regard for the ones the ghouls gave her. Then again they only tasted her, and that sounded gross, and decided that she was dessert.

She had gone into full doctor mode and actually ordered Dean to bring her bag specifically. She would have used her powers but Sam actually said no. She didn't say anything about it but went to work in staunching the blood by putting more pressure than he did since she could and elevated the arms. Stitching was quick and easy after she poured rubbing alcohol on everything and used Dean's lighter to sterilize. It hurt like hell but it wasn't prolonged and he had painkillers afterwards.

Sam knew he shouldn't have insisted on the hunt. His arms were still sore and he was certain that her elbow was too. Before they went to Windom, they finished a hunt and it was sprained. Then the tangle with the ghouls, after she somehow got herself freed, Sam was certain it was broken when one of them slammed their palm on it and pushed it in the way it wasn't supposed to go. Angela didn't complain though.

Angela finished both arms and wrapped them up with clean gauze. "There. That wasn't so bad was it?" She raised her brow as she gave a teasing grin in his direction. She watched him check his range of movement. "This would be so much easier if you let me use my mojo."

Sam mock pouted as he checked his arms. His expression was serious as he replied, "No thanks. No need to burn yourself out."

"Practice makes perfect," Angela said as she stood up. She began cleaning up the solution and throwing away old bandages. "Only way to learn control since this is the life and nothing else."

Sam said nothing since he was sure that she was referring to the conversation he had with the ghoul they thought was Adam their brother and then between him and Dean. He should have known that she could have picked up their whispered conversation. She wasn't exactly a spy but her hearing was better than an average human. He looked at Dean and got nothing from his brother.

Angela finished what she was doing and motioned for Dean to roll up the sleeve. She inspected the scratch and his application of the liquid bandage. She gave a nod of approval and waved her hand over it muttering something. She looked at Dean and asked, "How's the head?"

"Better now that thing on four legs isn't trying to make it better," Dean muttered.

Angela gave a totally unapologetic smile at that since she found it funny. She gave a pat on his cheek and went to rub Sasha's head. "She's just being a good girl. Isn't that right?"

Sasha yipped at that while Dean scowled, "Just take the mutt's side."

It was enough to lighten the mood a little as all three adults chuckled and laughed. It was cut short when a knock sounded at the door. Angela turned towards it and glanced at Sasha for the cue. Being rather bossy, she advanced towards the door after grabbing her knife and made a motion with the door allowing it to open.

Isabella Rivain was standing outside the door looking like she was expecting someone to try and shoot her or open the door and attack her. She was partially right when the door flung open and Angela was standing there holding a knife. She had her hand on the hilt of her own which was still strapped to her belt.

Angela was the first to lower her weapon but not completely. She asked, "What are you doing here?"

Isabella sauntered in saying, "I followed you. The stench of death clings heavy to you."

Angela raised her brow and replied as the girl came in and looked around the room, "Funny. I thought it was the wet dog smell you brought in."

Sam and Dean knew better than to interfere when it was chick on chick fight. Sam was more wary since the girl wrenched his left, and consequently the worst of the lacerations, and added a new bruise or two. Dean said, "You're the one that hit me."

"You'll live though I can't say much about the smell but then again you are the company you keep," Isabella replied with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulder. She looked at Sam who was just staring as if debating on his reaction and raised her eye speculatively, "Though sometimes one is just damn lucky."

"What do you want?" Dean noticed the look and he was sure as shooting that Angela noticed even though she wasn't reacting like she normally would. She looked like she was bemused, sort of like she knew something that everyone else didn't and she was biding her time until she decided to tell all.

Isabella looked at the trio and barely a glance at the dog and replied, "Funny thing happened. I make a call for clean-up to find that someone already called and I was told that _I _snaked someone else's hunt when I was assigned to the case in the first place."

"That is interesting," Angela replied as she shut the door. Her tone sounded mocking as she crossed the room to effectively create a barrier between the girl and the boys. "What makes you think that I had anything to do with that?" She raised her brow as if to dare the girl to challenge what she was saying.

"Please. This has your work all over it. Everyone knows that the order holds you under sufferance but there are individuals who bend over backwards for you." Isabella crossed her arms and looked at Angela. She then took a couple of steps forward to look her in the eye.

"I have friends but the only one I have a modicum of respect for is the descendant of the founder of the order and a few choice members."

"You're a disgrace though I guess I should expect that from a bloodsucker," Isabella spat.

The insult was enough to get both Winchesters moving but they were held back by the motion Angela gave them to halt. "I'm not in the mood to hear childish rants from an insolent pup so if you don't have anything better to do there's the door. I'll even open it for you." She did so and it opened as if under its own volition.

"At least I don't stink of death," Isabella replied. "I'm surprised I don't see bite marks on either of them."

"Alright, that's it," Dean replied and started forward. "You've got a lot of nerve so unless you have something to say get out or I'll smoke your ass."

"Just you or your wounded brother and the stinking vamp are included?"

Dean started forward with the intent to take a swing. He was knocked out of the way by Isabella and she would have turned on Sam who made an effort had Angela not stepped in front of the girl and blocked without much effort. She blocked and then pressed her two right fingers on the third eye of the girl and said, "Down."

Isabella collapsed like a limp noodle onto the ground. Sasha gave a slight whine but it wasn't one of reproach. Sam and Dean looked at the girl, both glad that this time they weren't on the receiving end of the finger thing she did. Dean let out, "Damn Angie. What did you do?"

"She'll be fine. She's just an insolent pup that needs to be trained," Angela replied as she kneeled to check on the girl to make sure that she was okay. "I'll take care of it."

"You gonna gank and dump her ass?"

Angela and Sam looked at Dean. She said, "Please."

* * *

"Don't tell me you decided to pay an early morning visit just to say hi."

Isabella frowned as the grogginess started to fade. She didn't want to open her eyes but her survival instincts kicked in and she slowly opened them. She found herself staring up at the ceiling and a headache that was forming. She moved her head slowly and found that she was on a bed and had not been restrained. The urge to move was great but she found her body to be sluggish and it was the conversation that was going on that had her attention.

Sam didn't like the idea that Angela had taken their visitor back to her room and left Sasha with them. He didn't like that the girl was there at all considering the attitude she had given them and neither was Dean. Yet they didn't argue when Angela picked the girl up and carried her to her room and said that the girl would be out until morning. It had been a bad night all around even if he did take the mild pain relievers for his injuries.

It was his idea to check first thing in the morning out of concern that the girl may have decided to get a little physical if she woke up early. The other part was to check on Angela. She never mentioned it but he figured that the ghouls got her in the elbow a bit harder than she let on and it was already injured when they met Adam. It was typical of her to hide it since she thought it wasn't worth time mentioning when there were other serious injuries to worry about. Plus there were the lacerations that weren't as deep as his but he never saw her treat them unless she did that in private.

Standing in the doorway he made a slight face and said, "Actually…" He reached out and grabbed her arm as gently as he could and leaned over to look at it.

Angela didn't expect the swoop and had it been anyone else she would have had them flat on their back holding their bloody nose. Since it was Sam she was just startled but held still while he rotated her arm gently and looked at her elbow. The swelling had gone down but it was still sore and for good reason since it had been bruised to the bone in addition to the sprain. She noted the look on his face when he saw the very faint and almost faded reminders of the ghouls' handiwork.

When he paused over it for a time, she said, "Like they said I was dessert. Probably a first they've tasted dhampir blood."

"That's not funny."

"No, it isn't." Angela would have pulled her arm away but Sam refused to relinquish his grip. He ended up massaging the elbow and rotating it. "The elbow's fine Sam. Bruised bones take a while."

Sam knew he was probably overstaying his welcome on this but… He looked up at her, "Just… making sure you're okay. You really haven't said much beyond anything related to hunting."

Angela studied Sam for a moment before replying, "Should I be? This is the life; the hunting things. All business right?"

"You heard that didn't you?" There was no point in hiding it and Sam was well aware that he sounded like a little kid that had gotten caught.

"Hard not to. You know me. Sometimes even I forget I'm around."

The attempt at some humor made Sam feel worse about it. "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it Sam," Angela replied as she gave a slight tug to take back her arm. She rubbed her elbow trying to keep the sensation of his touch there. "It is a life and I like to think that there is a choice. I chose to get out at one point. I found out that I didn't like it over much because… it was hard hearing about hunters that got hurt and not being able to do much. So it was semi and then back in. It's what I am and while I get moody about relationships with people, I really don't have regrets with them. I like my strays."

Sam was a bit speechless for the moment. He repeated, "I am sorry. It's just… I know some things we say… they don't apply to you because we don't' see you like that."

"I know," Angela replied with a slight smile, "I have danced this number before and with a Winchester less inclined to do anything remotely chick flick." She lowered her arms but it didn't really hide the lacerations that were fading and the bite Cerebus gave her would always be there. "I admit it is a bit of a letdown to hear that you think that there is no chance but there is faith and hope."

"Faith in choice?"

"Of course. Even if the destination is written, the journey is a brave new world."

"Now you're a philosopher. Lovely."

Sam and Angela turned to look at Isabella as she started to move, unable to stand the conversation anymore. It was disgusting that a vamp would consider being sentimental to a human like that. All they wanted humans for were for bloodsucking cause that was what they were. It was hard for the girl to move since her limbs were sluggish.

Angela raised her brow and replied, "Oh I'm famous in a shadowy way. Where do you think Thomas J got his inspiration for the Declaration?"

Isabella glared as she tried getting up. "I feel like someone ran me over," she muttered as she managed to prop herself on her elbows.

"Well that happens when you're on the receiving end of a stunner spell," Angela replied as she shrugged her shoulders while leaning against the door. "You can ask Sam here to confirm is you like."

Sam said nothing but managed to look uncomfortable about what Angela mentioned to give an idea about what Angela was implying. He knew what it felt like though he was under the impression that there were different degrees of that trick or it just had a different effect on different people. He was uncomfortable with the fact that this may have overheard their conversation.

Isabella continued to glare and tried to move. Sluggishly she got her legs over the edge and muttered, "You'd need two to take out Gigantor there."

"Keep at it Pup and I just might give you a chance to find out," Angela replied much like a parent disciplining a child would say. It was a clear warning to be nice since the girl was at her mercy as well as the mercy of the Winchesters if she let them at the girl. "Now you can use the bathroom and clean up and we'll give you privacy. You can use that change of clothes."

Isabella was still glaring when Angela shut the door and left her alone. She managed to stand and make her way towards the bathroom. Her limbs were still sluggish but they were moving and cooperating as she looked at the clothes laid out for her. They were a little big but at least she would get to wear her leather jacket and they weren't going to fall off.

She showered quickly and was dressed. She pulled her dark hair back into a tight knot while it was still wet. She had to admit that the vamp was pretty good in soap and shampoo choice. She looked at the door and could hear the two of them talking outside. She took the opportunity to look at the gear the vamp had.

It was standard hunter gear in terms of a duffle and a carry bag that had a nice array of guns. There was even an assortment of knives and weaponry including the thing she saw the night before. She touched the chakram and ran her finger on the metal. It was then that something caught her eye. Being more curious than cautious, she moved things to uncover a gleaming sword.

It was tempting to touch the sword since Isabella knew that there were only a few choice members of the order that had a sword but nothing like this. She frowned and murmured, "What would a vamp be doing with a blade like this?"

"Well you could assume that I stole it or accept that maybe I was chosen by it."

Isabella looked up to see Angela standing in the doorway and was flanked by Sam and Dean. Great she had been caught and now she was going to reap the rewards of it. She replied, "I have a hard time believing that. You can't expect me to believe that blade is a soul blade and it chose you."

"Are you calling Angie a liar?" Dean raised his brow in a warning and would have stepped forward but was held back by his brother.

"Didn't say that, Shorty," Isabella replied in a mocking tone. She would've liked to have let him take a swing and then have fun with it. "I just find it hard for a vamp needing a sword."

Angela made a face like it was a strange in her view too. "Well the world works in a funny way doesn't it?" She took a couple of steps forward. "So now that you've had a chance to work off the effects, think you could be a bit more agreeable?"

"I was being nice to you and your crew vamp," Isabella replied as she put her hands on her hips. "Least I can do since you guys were stupid and went in on a bunch of cannibal wolves. A week's worth of work nearly wasted because of you."

Angela nodded at that. She figured it was an op the moment the girl showed up. She didn't keep tabs on the Centurion much unless her usual contacts told her to avoid a certain area or to just hang back. Luck had it that they really hadn't run into any Centurion agents with the exception of Brian and that was his post. She knew that this could get nasty and she was dealing with a youngling in the game which was why she made her call. Hopefully things could be smoothed over.

"Hey that was our hunt. We found it and we did the research," Dean pointed out. He took a step forward but was stayed by Angela and her posture.

"A month's worth of work. And you're supposed to be the great Winchesters." Isabella made a rude sound.

It would have escalated right then and there if a beeping sound hadn't interrupted. Three adults were looking around and one was looking like they were waiting. Angela motioned and said, "You might want to get that. All you have to do is open the laptop." She pointed at her computer.

When Isabella didn't move, Sam took the initiative and walked over. He was familiar with Angela's computer and he was surprised at the beeping. That function was rarely used except when Angela probably talked to Akira or Bobby, if that was possible. He popped it open and activated the program. On the screen was someone who looked like he was one of those suave, casual douchebags who were worth money with short dark hair styled like Dean's. The guy looked at him and said, "Well, well, well, I certainly didn't expect this. Hello Sam. Nice to finally meet you."

Sam was speechless and stammered, "Um… hi."

"So if you're here, that means your brother is as well and ah… Miss Rivain."

Isabella made a slight face and replied, "Hello sir."

"Well we certainly are in a spot aren't' we? Well let's hope we can rectify that."

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**A/N:** So we get Isabella Rivain and looks like she is a bit of a spitfire. Wonder how that works out now that they have a video call. Stay tuned for next time on Hear No Evil, See No Evil...


	3. Chapter 3

**Chapter 3**

The silence was thick even though the diner was nosy with plates and silverware clattering. Sam concentrated on his short stack and fruit while Dean tried to eat his logger's breakfast with the extra bacon without giving into the urge to take his fork and stab it into the girl sitting next to him. The only one exhibiting any sense of calm was Angela who was reading the morning paper and taking bites of her short stack and fruit. The fact that she had ordered the same thing as Sam failed to put Dean in a teasing mood so he sat and chewed with the intent on being dedicated to his meal.

Angela was well aware of the tenseness that settled over their group. It had been rather an unusual thing that had been… asked or ordered be done. It was an unusual circumstance period. She had expected the call and to be honest the usual of the superior scolding the subordinate was expected as well. It was just a means of smoothing things over. It was apparent that the order had other ideas and she had a good idea who it was that suggested it.

At the moment they were trying to get through breakfast without causing a scene. Angela took a sip of her coffee and speared some of her fruit. She took the opportunity to study Isabella Rivain who was chowing down on a logger's breakfast like there was no tomorrow. At least she was behaving for the most part. It was only a matter of time before Dean would say anything. At least he waited until she was on her third cup of coffee.

"So we've got a kid tagging along? One that jumped us?"

Sam tried to be calm about the whole thing. He took his cue from Angela even though he was not favorable towards the arrangement. He said, "Dean, calm down."

"I am calm, Sam. What I can't understand is why we are stuck with a mouthy brat," Dean said as he shoved his plate away. He found no pleasure in his beloved bacon and eggs that morning and the coffee was more like his beer when he wasn't driving.

"It was such a pleasant morning," Angela said as she continued to read the article that she had found that might be something and a solution to their current problem.

"Pleasant my ass," Dean muttered.

"Like I like sitting next to you Shorty," Isabella replied as she finished the last of her eggs. "But orders are orders." She rolled her eyes as she said the last part.

"Orders my ass," Dean grumbled. He shot a look at Angela and continued, "Why do we have to put up with this brat? You said it yourself you ran out of minutes."

"More likely kicked out," Isabella muttered as she stuffed the last of her bacon in her mouth. She actually talked while she chewed and had it been a more agreeable situation, the likeness between her eating and Dean's eating would have been laughed at.

"I thought I ran out minutes," Angela replied, ignoring Isabella and turning the page to finish reading the article. With her free hand she pushed another paper towards Isabella and tapped her hand on it. "It was most certainly implied in my last conversation with the council. Apparently I am still a part of it but kind of like a dirty secret."

"I still don't get why us and not some other Centurion douche," Dean muttered angrily. Even the pie that had been placed before him failed to elevate his spirits. Truth was he never liked the Centurion dicks, with the exception of a few, and that was because of how they treated his girl. Of course that was a two way street and the less than stellar relations had been in place long before that.

"Believe me you're not my first choice either," Isabella shot out. She found it a bit disappointing that she couldn't get a rise out of Sam but it was so easy to get it out of Dean.

"And it wouldn't be because you are a pain in the ass to everyone you've ever been paired with right, Pup?" Angela peered over the edge of her paper with a raised brow.

Isabella growled a little and replied, "Right and you are the expert since you have Gigantor there under your thumb." Her tone was rude and sarcastic.

Sam looked up sharply but didn't say anything. Mostly it was because Angela had reached over and grasped his wrist before he could react. It was her wordless signal that she got this and looking at Dean, he could tell that his brother was shooting a look at Angela. That probably meant that she kicked him under the table.

Angela put down her paper calmly and leaned forward and said, "I don't know why they thought we would work well together except for the fact that unlike you, I can make friends with traditional enemies. It's something you should learn Pup or there will be consequences to your actions. You haven't learned pack behavior and it's time you do." She looked long and hard at Isabella as if to dare her to challenge her.

"And what does a vamp know about pack behavior?" Isabella had leaned forward and gave a slight sneer before getting up and walking out of the diner, leaving the others sitting there.

"More than you know Pup," Angela replied after Isabella stormed outside. She calmly took a sip of her coffee and mused over it. "She won't be going anywhere."

"And I was looking forward to a good drive," Dean said sarcastically as he dug into his pie a little more elated that the girl got a talking to from Angela. Of course that didn't mean that the girl was gone for good.

"She follows orders but doesn't like to work with others. Unusual for someone like Pup," Angela replied as she finished her coffee.

Sam had been keeping silent more because he was not happy with the situation like Dean but being the more adult, he kept his tongue though the urge was great to say something. Now that Isabella was gone, he could say something but Dean beat him to the punch, "And what's the deal calling her Pup? I know you're not petty even though she called me and Sam names."

Angela put her mug down since she was finished. "Because she is a pup."

Dean looked at Sam with a look of confusion. Sam understood now that he thought about it. He said, "Isabella is a werewolf and… actually half werewolf."

"Points for Sammy," Angela said softly with the hint of a smile. "Pup is a Halfling and very much dislikes vampires. I can tell that it was humorous for the ass hat of a friend when he relayed the order. Oh well."

"You don't think that they are serious that they want us to work with this kid," Sam said as he looked at Angela. "I mean, she's not exactly receptive of us."

"As I recall neither was Dean when we first met. It's all about the hunter's code Sam when it comes to hunts. I didn't care then because I was looking out for you but in any other case, I would have popped a fuse." Angela folded her newspaper and folded her hands over it. "That is part of it and the other is that she has to work with me. I am more or less her training partner and she finds it highly insulting that I am to teach her pack behavior aka teamwork."

"Then the Centurion is full of dicks," Dean affirmed as he finished his coffee.

"Most of them are but I trust Brendan's judgment on this one," Angela replied with a slight smile. "Trusted him with everything else; he was the one that convinced me to join when he found me working solo. London, I think."

"Just full of surprises aren't ya," Dean grumbled as he put down his coffee.

"When did you figure that out, Shorty?" Angela teased, making a stark contrast to the tone Isabella used. "Nah, not Shorty; you're still my bulldog." She smiled as she folded her hands on the table. "It'll work out."

"And if it doesn't?" Both Winchesters looked at Angela. They had faith she could be a miracle worker but they highly doubted it especially if Isabella was dead set against working with her even though she was a half vamp and not a full one. Sam actually wanted it to work even if the girl was a worse brat than he was when he was a moody teen.

"At least she learns something. Gotta have faith, right?" Angela made a slight smile as she fished out her share for breakfast and took her leave and followed the direction Isabella had taken.

Dean watched her leave and when he was sure she was out of earshot, he said, "I don't know about this, Sam. It's not like we've got enough to deal with."

Sam was in agreement but he was starting to learn that sometimes things were thrown in for a purpose. He just hoped that this wasn't going to bite them in the ass and Angela's especially. He replied, "Maybe it's something that has a purpose."

"Yeah. They can't deal with the kid so they make Angie do it. Probably to remind her about the pain in the ass they think she is," Dean countered.

"She trusts this Brendan guy," Sam offered. "We could extend the same."

Dean looked at his brother like he was nuts. This was coming close to the territory of Ruby and Sam's willingness to trust her. Dean was more in line with Angela's position though he did have some doubts especially with that whole thing at the club. That was gross with the kiss but it certainly had him thinking and he knew Sam was a bigger bitch than usual about it but they seemed to have worked it out when Sam got sick. "You really want to trust some guy who is probably a douche and knows about us?"

"I trust Angie," Sam replied as he played with the remains of his napkin.

Dean nodded in agreement. He didn't like this arrangement but he was willing to give a little and it was the least he could do since he believed he was still being punished for the whole thing with Lilith. Then the thing at Windom… He owed it to her. He failed to see though that she had long forgiven him and by calling him by her pet name for him she was indicating as such. "Alright I'll go with that too. I just don't like it that they kick her out and then when the shit hits the fan they ask her for help."

"I don't like it either and I think Angie doesn't. She's just not going to let her dislike get in the way of helping someone."

"You think this is a charity case?" It came out rather rude and blunt but Dean was not in the mood for subtleties and it wasn't like he could get away with it anyway.

Sam made a slight face at that, "Not a charity case per se. Just maybe they want the kid to see that she can get along with someone like Angie. I mean, she's friends with werewolves."

"Right your long lost twin from another species," Dean teased and noted the look on his brother's face. He continued, "And not to mention an Irish bugger who knows what she likes." He tried not to be too obvious when the bitch face started to form.

"Don't remind me," Sam replied slowly and through gritted teeth. Lycan he didn't mind but Liam was another story. It reminded him of Sacha, the vamp that Dean had yet to meet and he really didn't want to get into _that_ conversation.

"You brought it up man," Dean reminded Sam knowing full well that his brother would eventually get off on his high horse in a jealousy spat but put it down to being a friend or brother. It never got old though lately Dean wondered if his brother would ever see it and if not; he was going to have to find a way to let Angela know that it was okay to move on. But it looked like she got that hint since she had spoken to Liam much to Sam's chagrin and once in a while Nick the warlock, which set Sam's teeth on edge. "But still it just seems like this order is nothing but a bunch of douchebags…"

"Much like the angels?" Sam finished Dean's implied sentence. Both had little to no love for angels with the exception of Castiel and maybe one other that was a tossup in Sam's opinion.

Dean nodded at that and looked around. "Maybe we just play along with this and see where it goes." He stood up and walked with Sam to finish paying. "I mean it's not gonna be forever so we'll play along."

Sam said nothing about that. As far as he knew, this could go on indefinitely since this was the Centurion they were talking about. He wasn't going to divulge his thoughts but he was willing to soldier on. He may end up punching the girl and he wouldn't have a problem with it but he got the feeling that maybe it would help Angela in some way he couldn't name or even think of at the moment. As he watched the heated conversation on Isabella's end through the window, he seriously doubted that would be the case.

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Isabella leaned against the Impala and kicked at the gravel that passed for a parking lot. She really didn't like the situation that pretty much forced her to work with a stinking vampire. She certainly didn't expect to come across one on this last job and in tow with human pets that were none other than the famous Winchesters.

She would be lying if she said she got along with the other vamps in the order; she didn't. She hated them and so sue her if she was obeying the age old hatred that had been bred into her bones. Did the vamps think they were special for coming up with the half breeds? They weren't. They were bloodsuckers and murderers who took advantage of their daylight keepers… well that wasn't exactly the case since the vamps could walk during the day.

A whine caught her attention and she glanced at the window to see the dog that accompanied them sticking her head out the window. Isabella looked at it and said, "What?"

Sasha poked her head out of the window and looked at Isabella. She whined and barked as if to scold Isabella in a pitiful rebuking way. She looked up at the girl too.

Isabella sighed. It had been a long time since she actually talked to a dog but it was as natural as breathing. They were her friends and she occasionally extended it to the other animals but dogs and wolves were her thing and part of it was because of her lineage. The other part was that she just seemed to have an affinity for them and she just went with it. Looking at Sasha she said, "Oh stop it. I know what you are trying to do."

"Good because I was afraid she was going to go for the max on the puppy eyes," Angela said as she came to stand beside Isabella while giving some personal space. "She's already got Sam and Dean wrapped around her paw," she added as she rubbed Sasha's head and welcomed the licks to her hand as she rubbed.

"What do you want vamp?"

"Just checking on my dog and to say that you were better this morning than last night," Angela countered with a slight shrug. "Must've been the big breakfast. Carbs make a person feel good I think."

"What would you know about it?" Isabella crossed her arms and glared at Angela. "You suck blood for your meals."

It was surprising how far Angela had come since she noticed that she didn't react like she used to when called a bloodsucker. She could say that time mellowed her out but in honest truth it was Sam's gentle persistence and his plea to not hurt herself that mellowed her out. So while still annoying, she was able to take Isabella's insults and gave it back only to serve as a reminder that even if she didn't physically fight back, she could with other means and even make it hurt. She looked at the girl and replied, "I know quite a bit about healthy appetites. They're a bitch to make normal."

Isabella scoffed at that, "How many bodies a day for you? Three?"

"None," Angela replied as she looked at the girl. "It's not really my thing."

Isabella looked surly as she studied Angela. "What vamp doesn't drink blood? A freak?"

"If you consider dhampirs a freak, Pup," Angela countered as she looked at the girl with a piercing look. She got close so there was no mistaken anything. "I don't drink blood. Think about it."

Isabella stared back and her eyes narrowed at Angela. She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. She knew the difference but that didn't mean that she was going to actually acknowledge that difference. They were all the same. "Still a vamp," she spat but it came out as a pout with a bit of surliness.

"No getting around that," Angela agreed as she took a step back and crossed her own arms. "It's all genetics."

Isabella snorted at that and turned and looked away. She looked at nothing in particular. "Whatever."

"Word of choice when one doesn't know what to say." Angela knew that small talk had one of two results: either it produced a laugh or it pissed off the person it was directed to. She had it both ways before so she anticipated the outcome.

"I hate you."

"You're not the first to say that but what is it you're really pissed at?" Angela kept her arms crossed across her chest. It wasn't to prevent her from lashing out but more out of habit for genuine concern.

"I hate vamps. End of story."

"More like you don't like the fact that you are being forced to work with one."

"Oh you think you just know everything."

Angela gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and replied, "I know quite a bit since I've been around quite a bit. I've seen quite a bit." She made a slight gesture with her hands while keeping her arms crossed.

Isabella looked back at Angela. "And you're probably maxed out or near maxing out."

"Everyone likes a good vintage wine," Angela countered knowing full well what that comment implied. It told her that the girl knew a bit about Halfling physiology, at least those of the dhampir. "With age comes wisdom."

"Look, the only reason that I am not punching you in the face is because I am under orders," Isabella pointed out. Her eyes were narrowed and in a glare. "I don't like your kind and I work alone."

"I know. You're considered a lone wolf complete with the attitude," Angela replied calmly with a raised brow. It was a talent that she had acquired and used practically all the time even when confronted with difficult conversations especially with the boys. It made it difficult to get into an actual fight but it served a purpose. "No one wanted to work with you in Europe and no one wants to work with you here. Must be the attitude."

"You don't even know me." Isabella wanted to stomp off but she backed away from Angela just a step and gestured sharply with her finger. "You don't know a damn thing about me." She turned away to look at nothing.

Angela sighed as her face took on a pensive look. Sighing she stepped closer and said, "And you don't know me, Pup. That's one of the reasons why you're stuck with me. You don't have the first damn clue especially what it means to be a part of the Centurion."

"Like you know. You are only here on sufferance." Isabella didn't look at Angela but continued to look away. It hid the fact that she knew that the woman was still staring at her and she was beginning to feel like she was under scrutiny from a parent. "They say that you are a disgrace."

"That is an opinion and from douchebags who have never traversed further than the Main Hall of HQ of the order," Angela countered, not at all worried that she was giving the mutual feeling she had for the order. She took a moment to notice the posture of the girl.

"An opinion in of itself."

"Hmm. Then I guess all anyone says is an opinion."

"Whatever."

Angela felt her lip twitch and the faint ghost of a smile appeared. It was probably crazy of her not to be put out by the insults and the snide comments that the girl gave and certainly Dean had something to say about it. If she gave her reasons Dean and Sam would have been surprised and the girl would probably have said something; it was something that enabled her to look past the insults and see a girl who used it as a barrier.

After a moment, Angela said, "'As darkness swarms upon this land with the storm on its heels, we make our stand and doth our fate be sealed. To stand against the darkening tide, we give our life, honor and pride. To protect the innocent and mete out justice, until it is our time to rest. Fighters fight until the end and warriors at last we stand.'"

Isabella frowned a bit and then looked at Angela. She found the woman not looking at her but off in the distance. It was almost like the game kids play when teasing each other and trying to hide it. She didn't expect to hear the credo of the order especially recited by someone who was considered to be the black sheep of the order and with great malice.

Angela was well aware of the scrutiny she was receiving and had turned so the girl wouldn't be intimidated by the staring. She had to hear the words though even if she was familiar with them. When she judged that sufficient time had passed, she added, "To be of the order means giving your life so others don't have to live in fear of the things that hunt them and have been long forgotten." She then turned to look at Isabella. "Don't presume when you know so little, Pup. Only full understanding comes when they know the true meaning of that credo."

Isabella was tempted to say something but didn't. Instead she held her tongue and watched as Angela turned and spoke to Sam and Dean as if nothing was wrong. They were talking about possible roads to take and look for the next job. She didn't say anything until the back door of the Impala was opened and she was told to get in. She surprised herself by actually obeying the command from the older woman who took her seat behind Sam and sat like she was going for a Sunday drive.

_Who is this woman?_ Isabella couldn't help but think that as the Impala turned towards the road that would lead to the highway. She had no idea what she was getting into and was certain that this was a free ride on the crazy train or she was going to commit homicide.

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**A/N:** Looks like things are a little tense with Isabella around but Angie seems to know what she is doing. Keep watching for more Hear No Evil, See No Evil...


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