|Time of Angels
Author: Kadreia PM
Team Free Will runs into the Weeping Angels which gives them a case they will never forget. The Doctor is in the tenth regeneration. And it doesn't really have a set time period. It's all wibbly wobbly timey wimey. Destiel, Sabriel, Doctor/Rose, Sam/Sally Sparrow, Sally Sparrow/Larry Nightingale, Sam/Jess. OFCRated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Family - Weeping Angels - Chapters: 28 - Words: 52,972 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 42 - Follows: 43 - Updated: 02-28-13 - Published: 05-31-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8168995
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It all seemed normal. Normal case. Normal everything. Until she showed up and turned normal into a case that Team Free Will will never forget.
It seemed like a normal case. Sam had seen it in the newspaper when they were in a neighboring town. The headline read: Mysterious Disappearance With No Explanation. So it really didn't seem all that supernatural. It was just a man who disappeared with no leads and no evidence. Seemed normal, right? The police could handle it, but what had caught Sam's interest was what the victim's girlfriend had said. She had sworn that no one else was in the old abandoned house with them and that she has only turned her back for a minute and he was gone. Simple kidnapping. The police could handle it, but what she said next convinced Sam it was all but simple. She had told the police that a statue of a weeping angel, which was outside of the room they were in at the time of her boyfriend's disappearance, was in the center of the room when she returned. Close to the spot where she had last seen him.
"Cured object?" Sam inquired to his brother when he showed him the article.
Dean seemed less intrigued by the case that didn't even seem like their kind of case yet. "Maybe. A ghost might have possessed the thing, but that still doesn't explain how he disappeared without a trace. Usually they leave a body. Torn to bits and bloody, but they still leave a body."
"True, but that statue, according to what the paper says, has to weigh over three hundred pounds. Some random kidnapper couldn't have moved it."
"Fine, we'll go check it out. Where is it?"
"All right. Let's get going then," Dean shoved the last bit of his breakfast into his mouth, got up, and made his way out of the diner to his beloved Impala. Sam followed a little more enthusiastic than his brother about the case. They haven't had lots of cases coming in lately and the ones they did get were simple and usually boring.
The drive there wasn't too long, but Dean had still managed to get through two of his AC/DC tapes much to Sam's annoyance.
"How can you listen to this?"
"Oh shut up, Sammy. I'm the driver I pick the music."
Sam grumbled in response.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence besides the constant rumble of "Anything Goes" which was really starting to tick Sam off even more.
Sam had insisted that the case would probably last more than one day so when they finally got to Campbellsville Dean pulled into the first motel he saw and checked them in.
"Where do you want to start?" Sam asked when they were getting changed in their motel room.
"Let's start with the chick. They always know more than they tell the police."
They had gotten the woman's name address from the police and the promptly headed over to her house.
"Her names Sarah Reed. The police said she wasn't making much sense when they questioned her so let's take it slow."
"Yeah okay," Dean said.
They pulled up to a small white house. It couldn't have been more than twenty years old, but some of the paint was still chipping off. The brothers got out of the car and walked up the walkway that lead to the house. Dean knocked on the door and no response came.
"You think she's even home?" Dean asked.
Sam's response was cut off by a small blonde shorter than Dean opening the door.
"C-can I help you?" Her voiced cracked as she tried to hold back tears.
"Hi, Miss Reed. I'm Agent Stiles and he's Agent Murdock. We're with the FBI. We came to investigate your boyfriend's disappearance," Sam said expertly. The boys had done this enough times to trick even themselves.
She nodded her head in response, "Come in," she stepped inside to let them pass.
Dean spoke up, "Now Miss Reed"
"Sarah," she interrupted.
"Sarah, your boyfriend's name was Jim, right?"
She sat down in a chair in the living room and motioned them to take the couch. "Yes. I'm sorry but why is the FBI involved?"
Sam spoke before Dean, "We are just trying to find out where Jim may have gone."
"Or if he's even still alive," her voice was harsh.
Dean spoke this time, "Yes, that too. Now, Sarah was Jim acting weird before the kidnapping?"
"No, I don't believe so."
"The house that you were in, was it cold or did you smell anything like sulfur?"
She gave them a weird look, "No. Why are you asking this?"
"We are just trying to cover every possibility."
"Look, I know what happened! That angel took him! I don't know how and I probably sound like a lunatic right now, but that angel took him!"
"Whoa. Slow down there, Sarah. What angel?"
"The statue. I swear. We were the only ones in the house. I don't know how it did it, but it did."
"Can you tell us what happened?" Sam's voice was soft but urging.
"We were in one of the upstairs bedrooms and there was an angel statue on the patio outside of the room."
"Were any of the doors or windows open?" Dean interrupted.
"Yes, the doors leading to the patio were open. It was warm so we didn't think much of it."
"All right, continue."
"Well, as I said it was warm so I left my jacket on the railing up to the room, but when we got up there it was getting late so it was starting to get cold. I get sick very easily so Jim told me to go get my jacket from the railing," she started to cry again, "A-and when I got back h-he was gone." She was crying full out now. "I was gone for thirty seconds."
"And when you got back was anything different about the room?" Sam urged her to continue.
She sniffled and straightened herself out, "The statue was in the middle of the room. I don't know how it got there, but…"
Sam bumped Dean with his elbow and gave him a look telling him they should stop and let her rest. Dean got the message and stood up. "Thank you for your time Miss Reed. We are very sorry about Jim and we'll see what we can do."
"Thank you," she replied and let the brothers show themselves out. When they got back into the Impala they started discussing what Sarah had told them.
"That chicks story made no sense," Dean began.
"I have no clue either. Let's just go check out the house. Did you get the address form the police?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Okay then, let's go check it out."
They arrived at a large house on the edge of town. It was immensely overgrown with vines climbing up the sides of the house and along it's fence and large gate. The fence was about eight feet high and was clearly installed long after the seemingly three hundred year old house was. It didn't have barbed wire or electric on it so instead of picking the lock on the gate the brothers decided to just hop the fence. After that everything else was already unlocked and opened. A few windows were closed, but most were broken and the front door was a little stuck from not being opened that much in the past but that was about all the resistance they came to. The walked in the front door with no problems, which for the Winchesters was a little suspicious, but nothing too weird, sometimes they just got lucky.
Dean pulled out his EMF meter and started to walk up the stairway, "I'll check for EMF. You see if you can find anything."
Sam nodded in reply and headed for the kitchen. A silent statement saying that he would take the downstairs and Dean would take the upstairs.
Dean was getting no response on the meter and he didn't smell any sulfur or see any signs of supernatural activity. He was beginning to think the case was really just a normal kidnapping. He decided to keep going, anyhow, even if it was beginning to bore him. He stepped into the bedroom that Sarah had described to them and there stood a life-sized weeping angel just like she said only it wasn't in the center of the room but more in the corner. Dean was a little creeped out by the thing. Yeah so he hunts demons and ghosts and crap, but the thing was creepy, and now that he looked at the thing there was no way someone could have lifted that on his own. Even with help it would have been nearly impossible. Dean still wasn't convinced. Maybe Sarah's brain was just playing tricks on her. Making her think the angel was in one place when it wasn't. Dean shook his head and turned around. Just then he heard a 'thump' behind him. He turned back around and… was the statue closer? He kept his eyes on it trying to see if his brain was playing a trick on him. "Come on, Dean," he said to himself, "things just don't move on their own. It's impossible!" He blinked and when he opened his eyes the thing was even closer to him. This time it didn't look like it was crying. This time it had a vicious look on it's face like it was about to kill him. "WHAT THE HELL?" Dean yelled.
"DEAN! Are you okay?" Sam was running up the stairs and into the room within a matter of moments. "Whoa, that things creepy." He stared at the statue. "But I don't think it's anything to yell about.
"I-it moved! I swear to God it moved!"
Sam turned his back to the angel to look at his brother. Dean blinked. The angel was so close to Sam that if he even took a step back he would be touching it. "THAT!" Dean pointed to the statue.
"What?" Sam turned around and had to take a step back so that he wouldn't collide with the angel. "How did that happen?"
"How should I know?" They were both in a panic by now. They had never dealt with something like this and they were utterly confused and a little bit terrified.
A sweet but demanding voice interrupted them. "Stop blinking and look at it. As a friend once told me "Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink.""
The brothers were shocked at the voice, but did at it commanded. They stood there for a few moments before Dean couldn't take it any longer. He turned his back to the angel trusting Sam to keep his eyes on it. He was shocked to find a woman standing in the doorway looking at him. She spoke, "Only one of us needs to look at it. You" she directed her voice towards Sam", don't look at me," she demanded when Sam was beginning to turn his head in her direction. "Just look at the angel and don't blink. Blink and you're dead."
Sam gave an "Okay" and focused on the angel again.
"Who are you?" Dean burst out.
"My name is Sally Sparrow and I just saved your life."
Authors Notes: Yeah I know it kind of dragged along. I promise it will get better with later chapters, though. Thanks for reading and reviews are always welcome!