Part I

Yeah, She's The One, The Only One,

Built Like An Amazon, Yeah

-The Commodores

...

It was official, 'Ren was bored. The Lindens had been posing as members of a women's health club for the past three days to try and find some mysterious ghost. They had found jack shit.

To top it off, Morgan had gotten kinda weird. She had gone to meet Sam before they had split from the town where Samhain had risen. 'Ren couldn't pry what happened out of her sister, but she got the feeling it was bad and probably about the demon blood. It made 'Ren wanna punch the dickwad in the face for hurting her sister, or maybe whack him with a baseball bat...

Anyway, they hadn't found shit. Well, not until they found Candace knocked out at the bottom of the stairs, naked as the day she was born. Then they knew the something was up.

"Come along, Watson. The game is afoot!" Morgan exclaimed.

"After you, Sherly."

...

They met Candace at Lucky Chin's, a local chinese restaurant. She was all indifferent through their entire chat, only telling them that someone had scared her and chased her to the stairs. She didn't even tell them if it was a ghost.

Morgan was almost to the point of banging her head on the table over their fruitless search when Candace suddenly turned into a simpering mess. She donned a pair of doe eyes and an air of vulnerability.

A quick check over her shoulder revealed Sam. Morgan sighed, grabbed her sister, and stood up to leave. Sam grabbed her arm as she tried to pass.

"Are we really going to do this?"

Morgan feigned innocence. "I have no idea what ya mean, Mr. Winchester. My sister 'n' I are late for an appointment. Good Day."

She watched as her sister yanked her arm away as if it burned her as looked at Sam with unrestrained horror. "Yer ampin' it up?! Do you want Them to kill ya?" she whispered viciously.

'Ren gripped her sister's shoulder and drug her out of Chin's before anything irreparable happened.

...

"So let's go over what we know. There's a lotto winner, trophy wife, and a pervy ghost. Did I miss anythin'?" Lauren asked her. They were sitting in the park, looking over the water in the hazy afternoon light. Something went flapping across the sky.

"A flyin' penguin."

"That's new," her sister deadpanned.

Some kids ran across the park, a big gaggle gaining on a lone runner. They tackled him just a few feet short of the Lindens. "Another one bites the dust."

"'Gan, are you sure this ain't some sorta supernatural gatherin'?"

"I keep tellin' you it's more witchy than anythin'," Morgan sighed. Her phone buzzed. "Neo's not here at the moment. Can I take a message?"

"Morgan? Heard you two were in town... You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with a little girl that's protecting a potentially​ drunk bigfoot, would you?"

"Sounds like yer day's goin' 'bout the same as ours."

"Would you just get your asses over here?"

"Just hold your tits, Winchester. We'll be there in a sec."

...

Audrey looked at the two women that the scary men had called. One was severe-looking with platinum hair and storm cloud eyes; but at the same patient and kind, like an angel. The other was more friendly looking with oaky hair and caramel eyes, but with a twinkle that promised discipline if disobeyed. Overall, they seemed like the kind of people that could help her teddy get better.

The lady with the caramel eyes bent down so that she was looking up at Audrey. "Heya honey, I'm Dr. Banner 'n this is my nurse, Ms. Marvel. We're here to help your teddy. Can you let us and our friends here in?"

Audrey nodded with a timid smile and opened the door for Dr. Banner and Ms. Marvel and the scary men. She led the adults up the stairs and to her bedroom door. Dr. Banner pushed past the man with the longer hair and knelt down next to her.

"My nurse is gonna take a look at yer teddy fer a sec. Can ya wait out here fer me?" she asked in a soft voice. Audrey gave the doctor a timid smile. The doctor's smile back made her eyes twinkle and it practically glowed.

Morgan slipped through the door and into Audrey's room. She was sure Lauren felt bad for using her whatever-the-frick on the little girl, but if she was hiding something dangerous, they needed to know.

The teddy was black with glossy red eyes, sitting on Audrey's bed and watching the news. But what was under it was far more interesting: a brassy sheen that swirled sluggishly. He turned to look at her.

"Can you believe this crap?"

"Pardon me?"

"It's a terrible world. Why am I even here?"

"Do I look like God? I have no idea, fuzzbucket."

"Yeah, Ms. Nurse? Fuck you."

Morgan wrinkled her brow, tilted her head, and proceeded to flip off the magic bear. She slipped out of Audrey's room and bent down next to the girl.

"Well, Ms. Audrey, yer bear is gonna be fine. He's just gonna need a few days to rest. Do you have somewhere to go 'till then?"

Audrey thinks for a second. "Mrs. Hurley lives down the street."

Lauren looks down at her. "Great! Mr. Johnson 'n' Mr. Johnson can walk ya down there now."

Dean looked at Lauren, "We will?" Sam elbowed him in the stomach. "We will!"

Sam took Audrey's hand, "Come on Audrey, let's go."

After they left, Morgan turned to her sister. "Where's the parents?"

Lauren shrugged. "Said they wished 'emselves to Bali. Using the wishing well in Lucky Chin's."

"That right? Knew there was somethin' off about that place."

"And really, Morgs? Johnson and Johnson?"

"After ya, Miss Johnson."

"Oh no. I insist! After ya, Miss Johnson."

...

It really wasn't much, the fountain; just a plastered basin filled with water and an assortment of coins. The girls probably could have told them more, but Sam had done something to piss off the older Linden, so they were stuck without any sort of mojo back-up.

"Think it works?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Got a better explanation for teddy back there?"

"I'm just saying dude, this would be a lot easier if you hadn't pissed off the Wonder Twins back there," Dean said casually, only to earn bitch-face No. 13, AKA shut-the-fuck-up-Dean. He shrugged, getting his brother madder at the simple action.

"I didn't do anything, Dean. I have no idea what their problem is, but it isn't my fault!" he hissed. Right. It's the Angels that set it off...

"Whatever, man. Let's just figure out what's up with the magic fountain."

They got the restaurant shut down on some BS call of rats. There wasn't anything fantastic about the fountain, except that one coin wouldn't come off. Dean even took a sledgehammer to the thing.

...

Morgan had Welcome to the Thunderdome playing on full blast as she sifted through the reports again, trying to isolate the first case when Lauren walked in. Morgan glanced up at her before turning her stereo to eleven. Lauren tapped her sister on her shoulder and she hissed; Lauren remember too late that that was where the Lilith's asshole lieutenant had burned a hand print into her the week before. They hadn't gotten a chance to dial in a friendly angel to patch it up. Lauren looked guiltily at her sister. Morgan rolled her eyes and turned the rapper down to a hum in the background.

"Don't give me that look, 'Ren. It wasn't your fault that Lilith's cronies got the jump on me. I just got a little lazy."

"It was my fault that they found us the first time. It's my fault they you ended up blind! If had been there to watch your back when that dickbag of a Fallen angel showed up instead of running off because I couldn't handle life anymore, we would have never gotten mixed up with the Winchesters and the damn apocalypse!"

Morgan gave her a patronizing smile, "Oh little sister, we still would have gotten involved. You know that. We wouldn't leave Zeke and Flagstaff and Miguel and, hell, even Cas to deal with this if we could help. Now, what's really bothering you?"

Lauren sighed and looked at the woman who was as much of a sister as a mother to her since she was freshly escaped from Hell and on the run from dam near everything. The woman who always placed herself in danger before Lauren could, even way back when she was fourteen and looking at a life without her new father figure in the middle or a demon infestation. "Why aren't you getting along with Sam?"

"Short answer? Demon blood. He's back on it."

"So what are we gonna do?"

"What can we do? Watch out for those idiots and pray to whoever cares that we can stop the damn apocalypse!"

"Kickin' ass 'n' takin' names!"

"No questions!"

"Just ya and me, big sister!"

...

He watched them as they sat in their motel room. Siblings that actually got along, something he rarely saw or experienced. They way they supported each other and shared with the circle made him miss the days when he could do that. They were interesting, no doubt about it, and he might just have to make an appearance. But. What in the nine levels of hell is that?!

...

Turns out that the first case of luck in the town was with a man named Wesley and a woman. A beautiful woman. (At least he wasn't a pirate. Shut up, Lauren.) That sent alarm bells ringing through their heads right away. The man had a combover for goodness sakes!

But, as their research into the aura and the picture of the coin Dean had sent them revealed, the Babylonian coin was more of a curse than a blessing. The damn thing was used to destroy entire towns! It used your wished and turned it nasty, like genies in the old myths did.

Turns out, the original wisher has to pull the coin out to undo all of the wishes. They had to find Wesely, and fast. Preferably before news of the magic fountain in Lucky Chin's became common knowledge to those outside the town.

The Lindens pulled up, posing as photographers there to talk to the happy couple about the wedding. When they got there, the Winchesters were just seconds behind them. Oh hell no!

All four hunters sat down, Morgan grudgingly sitting down next to Sam. They managed to limp through the meeting, just barely. Hope hopped off afterwards, saying she was going with her friends to look at bridesmaids dresses.

They all looked at the guy with varying degrees of a John Winchester glare (Yes, the Lindens had run into John a couple of times.). "N-now guys..."

"Shut up, Wesley!" Morgan hissed.

"We know. About the coin. The full story Wes, now," Lauren demanded.

"My – my grandfather found the coin in north Africa, you know, World War II. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish-granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um... It was all I had, and when he died, I thought, 'Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?'"

"Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back," Sam stated.

"Oh. Oh. Ha ha, no, I'm not," Wes said with a small smile.

"If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen," growled Dean.

"Like us," Lauren hissed, cruel smirk playing across her face.

"We really wish you'd come with us," Dean added.

...

They passed the kid from earlier scaring his bullies and screaming "KNEEL BEFORE TODD!" If it wasn't so serious, Lauren probably would've screamed something along the lines of "I am the Brown Hornet!" back at him. But, she knew when to restrain herself. Occasionally. Okay, rarely, but that's beside the point. (Shut up, Morgan! I can too restrain myself!)

Dean got out to handle the kid and they were on their way again.

Morgan pulled Wes out of the car and towards the restaurant. He started to say something, but she just growled at him to shut up. Something sizzled behind her, and she turned to see her sister's corpse lying beside Sam's. Her baby sister. Dead. Not even a warrior's death.

Something broke inside Morgan, a wall that was never supposed to have been opened. She turned back to Wes and gripped him. Hard. Something hot crackled beneath her skin, racing through her veins. She could swear that the air around her started to glow.

"You will walk there, Wesely son of John, and you will undo this evil. Now."

Wes fled from the woman he could only describe as righteous fury to undo his mistake. It hurt him to lose his Hope, but he would do it rather than face that scary woman again.

The Lindens split town before Sam got a chance to talk to them. It kind of pissed him off, but he knew they would meet again.

...

It was a really nice diner for being located in the middle of nowhere, but the sisters (i.e. Lauren) was really hungry. The burgers there were damn fine and Morgan couldn't disagree. Their waiter was weird though: six foot forever with twinkling eyes and a handlebar mustache. That, and the entire place had a silvery-too bright sheen to it, man included.

They were chowing down on gelato when a short dude slid into the booth next Lauren. He was covered in a green film, but there was a silver-gold light buried beneath it. Morgan started reaching for the blade in her bra line when he turned his whiskey eyes to her.

"Calm down cupcake, I'm not here to hurt you girls. I'm just interested," he stated with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah? And which norse god might you be?" Morgan ground out with a glare.

He bowed his head slightly. "Name's Loki and trickstering is my game."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Trickstering ain't a word. And you're not just a pagan god, are you? Which angel were you?"

'Loki' pouted, "Well, if I told you that, it would ruin the surprise!"

"Yer a archangel, ain't cha?" Morgan smirked.

"I knew you two were smart cookies. Keep that tidbit on the downlow, sweet cheeks, I'm in witness protection," he whispered dramatically, even though the rest of the people had magically disappeared. The sisters' eyebrows crawled up their faces.

"I like you girls, and know what's coming is big. I'm gonna give you my number, 'kay? Watch your backs, there's a shit fest a comin', I wouldn't want to lose my new favorite entertainment so soon. Now get out of here, and know that the blessing of Loki goes with you." And Gabriel, he added silently. He like those girls, and the spark within them. Morgan's was familiar to him, like something he lost long ago. Now he just had to figure out who Daddy Dearest was...