Part I

The Coffin-Bangers Were About To Arrive

With Their Vocal Group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five"

-Bobby Pickett

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The Reference Challenge still stands...

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Morgan was cleaning her gun after a morning run. Lauren was still zonked out on one of the beds.

"Hello, girls," Flagstaff stated, appearing from nowhere. Lauren flailed out of the bed in her attempt to get up. Morgan snorted and Flagstaff raised one perfect eyebrow.

"Flagstaff, whater ya doin' here?"

"Boss wanted to send on a message. Samhain is in danger of breaking. Stop it if you can."

"Thanks. We'll get right on it."

The angel gave them a hard look that secretly held fondness. She let out a exasperated sigh. "Be careful. I don't want to be the one to tell Zeke our charges got hurt. I hate dealing with my boss when he's ticked off."

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"Hello Sheriff."

"You gals from the feds too?"

"Yeah. Agents Yauch and Horovitz. Special agents here to investigate the MO."

"Right. Follow me."

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They were in the kitchen that Luke Wallace died in, talking to Mrs. Wallace when they walked in. The Linden sisters were both in cheap pant suits and poorly pinned up hair. Neither were wearing any makeup, most likely they had hurried here with no rest.

They glanced at the Winchesters and started poking around the room, ignoring the weird looks from Mrs. Wallace. Morgan stood up abruptly and tapped on Sam's shoulder. He turned, and she flashed him the hex bag. Nobody but Morgan could see it, but the bag was glowing brightly. Powerful enchantment.

"Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?"

Mrs. Wallace look confused. "Enemies?"

Lauren joined the brothers. "Ya know, someone who might have a grudge."

Sam looked at her. "Maybe a woman?"

"Are you suggesting an affair?" Mrs. Wallace demanded. She looked offended at the thought.

"Is it possible?"

"What? No!"

Morgan placated the tension, "I'm very sorry. We're just considerin' every possibility."

"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don't you find they'd find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?"

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Morgan sent Sam a sad look before climbing into her Thunderbird. He was back on the demon blood. Sam had been doing good last time she saw the Winchesters, then he fell off the bandwagon.

Lauren slammed the shotgun door shut. "Ya think this is really the raising of Samhain?"

"Dunno, 'Ren. I really hope it isn't. I hope Flagstaff told us wrong."

"Yeah, last thing we need is more feathered dickwads tryin' to cap us."

"They're not all bad. What 'bout the holy tax accountant?"

"Ya mean Cas?"

"Yeah. And what about Ezekiel?"

"I still don't trust Zeke again, Morgan. He left us high and dry when we needed him most."

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The Linden sisters caught Dean as he walked towards their motel room. Morgan raised an eyebrow at his halloween candy. He let them in, following after with his candy.

Sam sent his brother a bitch face and turned to the sisters. "Why are you guys here?"

Lauren rolled her eyes. "It wouldn't possibly be due to the uber-witch, now could it?

Dean gave them an odd look. "How did you know about that?"

Lauren flashed him a sardonic grin, "A little Birdy told us."

"Ya guys have a mighty powerful hex bag there," Morgan stated as she slid into the seat across from Sam.

"How could you know that, Princess?"

The older Linden's brows scrunched together as she stared at the bag with laser vision. "Gee, I don't know, maybe 'cause I can see the supernatural?" she quipped. Morgan pulled the tie off the bag and the glow flickered out.

Sam leaned over to get a better look at the contents of the bag. His eyebrow crawled up his forehead. "Bones and ancient coins and dried flowers? This is some serious witch we're dealing with."

Lauren rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath. Morgan glared at her younger sister and chucked her a book that mysteriously traveled out of her bag. "Little sister, why don't cha make yerself useful 'n look fer this coin?"

The younger Linden grumbled but snatched the it off the bed. Her face twisted into a smirk as she started humming Hotel California. After glaring viciously at Lauren, Morgan turned her attention back to the bag.

Sam furrowed his brow at the exchange between the sisters. They made him and Dean seem mild on their best days. They were always picking at each other, but he got the feeling that it was all in good nature. Sam plucked the bone from the pile of bits and pieces.

"That's too small to be an adult's," Morgan stated. "It's just 'bout right fer a baby's though."

Sam gave her a weird look and she shrugged. "We run into weird shit as the Michaelsons."

"Gross," Dean added helpfully.

Sam turned to his brother. "Find anything on the vic?"

"Wallace? The guy makes vanilla seem spicy." His reply was met with three groans with the lack of progress.

Lauren snapped the book shut. "Then why the hell would someone want him iced?"

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The next victim was a girl named Jenny. Cops thought it was a Halloween prank gone wrong. Open and shut. Well, they were wrong. The Angels had been talking, and Morgan knew what was up.

Samhain was on the rise, and it was her duty as a Templar Legacy to stop him. Lauren couldn't stand the idea of being away from her sister, and following Morgan was an easy way to run from what she was destined to become.

The girls had sworn to each other to go where no hunter had gone before because they were special. They had to put others before themselves and protect, even hunters. They were made of tougher stuff and both felt the uncontrollable urge to put all others before themselves.

Call the Lindens suicidal if you want, but they would willingly lay down their live to protect anyone else, especially each other; they were almost as codependent as the Winchesters. It was one of those late night things that happened after a particularly rough hunt. They had lost the civies. They felt like they had failed the world and spent the night in tears, praying for the souls they couldn't save. That they would be faster next time.

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The mega-witch finally made a misstep. She had told the hunters that she had never met Wallace, when she was really their babysitter. Now it was just a matter of tracking down the teen.

Dean and Lauren went to interview her teacher. Morgan was glad that their infatuation had settled down into something more along the lines of siblings. The two of them made a damn fine team and Morgan would hate ta have ta break him for breaking her heart.

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Lauren gave her that look. The look that meant Angels of Unidentifiable Intentions. AUI for short. Lauren clutched the holy oil that permanently resided in her pack next to her salt and iron/silver knuckles. The bottle had been a gift from Zeke before he was recalled to heaven, and hadn't left her side since. Zeke had been one of the few angels who weren't spineless, well until he left them in the middle of a hunt that had forced Lauren to reveal herself to Morgan as a cambion.

Morgan unhooked the angel blade they had nicked from a museum on one of their darker hunts. The name Gadreel was inscribed on the side, looking like swirls in Enochian. Zeke and Flagstaff had taught them the language. She saw Lauren do the same with the one they had found stuck in a tree, the one that said Anael.

The Lindens pulled the Winchesters behind them as Morgan yanked open the door the motel. Standing inside were two angels, as awkward as two teenage boys around girls. Lauren tightened her grip on the blade and the bottle in her hand. "Who the hell are you?" she ground out through gritted teeth.

Dean answered for the angels, well partially. "Cas? Wonder Twins, put the pointies away! Where'd you get those anyway?"

The girls strapped their blades away and Lauren tossed her sister the oil. Standing up, Lauren flipped her hair and shrugged. "Gad 'n' An weren't usin' 'em."

Cas cocked his head in an angel head-tilt. "Gad and An? Do you mean Gadreel and Anael?"

'Ren rolled her eyes. "Noooo I meant Michael and Lucifer. Who'dya think I meant?"

The second angel growled and stalked forward. Cas stopped the angel with a look before turning back to the hunters.

"The raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?"

Dean looked at the angel. "Why?"

"Dean, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch."

"And is the witch dead?"

"No but-"

Morgan stepped in. "Don't worry Feathers, we know who she is."

Cas walked over to the table and tossed a hex bag onto the table. "Apparently the witch knows who you are too. This was in the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one of you would be dead. I thought I told you to stay safe," he addressed the last part to the sisters.

She shrugged. "Sorry Cas, we got bored."

His face scrunched into a squint that obviously meant 'Are you kidding me?!' "Pleased tell me you at least know where she is."

The girls grimaced and the boys exchanged a look. "We're looking into it," Dean stated.

"That's unfortunate."

"Why do you care?"

Lauren butted in. "It's one of the seals, ain't it? Ta raise the Devil."

"Yes. Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seals must be prevented at all costs."

Morgan rolled her eyes, "We got that, Cas, the Devil walking the earth would be the worst thing since Grandpa Wookie's porno." Cas squinted his eyes and tilted his head while Dean tried to cover up his laugh.

"I don't understand that reference." Her sister sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

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Morgan slipped up beside Sam. "Come on, what's hidin' in that head of yers?"

"This is what I've been praying to? This is God?"

"Sammy-boy, this is the Apocalypse. The angels are soldiers that are just tryin' to protect their home. You go in ta soldier mood too when yer on the job. Besides, I dunno about you, but I pray to God, not his warriors."

"They're still dicks," he mumbled. Morgan laughed.

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Uriel had a stick up his ass, as did a lot of angels they met nowadays. Granted they had met some decent angels like Zeke and Flagstaff (Morgan wasn't even going to try to pronounce her actual name) that were kind, if rough around the edges. And Miguel, assuming that was actually his name. He said he was trying to change how the angels viewed humans, but it was slow going.

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Trying to kill Samhain was a fucking train wreck. He had trapped teens there for a party in a mausoleum with a bunch of zombies. Sam and Morgan went for the demon while Dean and Lauren stayed behind to break up the 'zombie-ghost orgy' as Dean had lovingly named it.

When Sam and Morgan dashed into the tiled room, Crazy Ceramics Dude turned on his ray gun on them. Sam knew he wouldn't be affected, but he knew he would have to explain to the younger Linden why the last of her family was dead. Fading away, the light revealed two perfectly whole hunters. Morgan winked and gave him a look that said 'I'll explain later.'

"Yeah, that ray gun stuff? It doesn't work," Sam sassed as they prepared for a fight. Samhain rushed towards Sam, only to catch an uppercut from Morgan's left hand. Samhain bitchslapped Morgan and caught a fist as he turned back to Sam.

Morgan's head cracked against the tile. Kicking weakly, she caught Samhain's leg, off balancing the demon enough for Sam to knock him over. He flicked his hand and the hunters went flying into the rough walls of the crypt.

Morgan twisted her head and spat out a glob of blood and saliva. "I've seen baby griffins that hit harder than yer ugly ass," she croaked with a sneer.

Sam felt the demon's hold on him slip, and realized the other hunter was distracting Samhain enough for him to get free and do his thing. He was once again surprised at the idiotic courage the Michaelsons were rumored to have.

"Oh come on asshole! Are you gonna go run ta Daddy?- Oh wait, Daddy's still in timeout. Tsk tsk tsk," she said mock shame. He felt the hold slip off of him- only to see Morgan start choking.

He closed his eyes and reached deep inside himself for that slippery darkness. With a deep breath, he pushed and felt the dark ooze out of him and towards Samhain.

Morgan slipped down the wall as the demon's attention turned to Sam. She ripped out her knife and got ready to intervene, only to see the tarnished smoke come sputtering out of the demon. She felt disappointment at the fact that they had to resort of Sam's demon juice to get them out of this.

Lauren and Dean came skidding into the room and the sisters shared a meaningful look that said it all. They had failed.

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Morgan and Lauren were sitting in the park, feeding ducks. For once, they looked perfectly normal and free, at least until 'Ren felt Zeke's arrival. He slipped into the bench next to Morgan.

Lauren sighed and turned towards the angel. "I know. We screwed up."

Zeke's brow pinched together and concern shown is his eyes. " That is of little concern now. Are you two unharmed? That is all that matters."

Morgan winced; they definitely hadn't made good on that promise. Zeke just sighed and brushed his grace over them. Lauren instantly felt her pinky snap back into place.

The angel looked at the girls with an almost fatherly look. "You cannot protect the world without​ taking care of yourselves​."

Lauren had to catch herself from saying 'Yes Dad'. He lost that title the day he abandoned them eight years ago. Morgan had only been sixteen at the time! Especially after he didn't see it fit to heal Lauren's sister of her blindness. Morgan said that God was building their strength through the pit they found themselves landed in, Lauren said that was a load of crap. He showed up a few weeks ago and wanted to be all buddy-buddy again, but Lauren was reluctant to let him back in.

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"You know, I still don't get it. If there's a God, great. Why does He let bad crap happen?"

Dean and Morgan were sitting on a bench while their little siblings were doing who knows what. The Seal was broken, people were dead, and Lilith was one step closer.

Morgan sighed. "We used to have this guardian named Zeke while we were shuffled through the system before Rufus found us. I asked him that one day. Wanna know what he said?

"He told me that God gave us free will because He wanted us to love Him of our own free will, not because we are forced to. What we do with our free will is up to us. Naturally, there are those who will use it to the wrong end, who will fall into the devil's trap. They will rob and murder and steal, but it's not God's fault that they do it; they were given free will and made those choices on their own. To this day, I remember what Zeke told me. 'Morgan, God loves you enough to let you chose to love Him back. That is the purpose of free will.'"

"You agree with him?"

"Yes, Dean, I do. Zeke spoke nothing but wisdom."

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"Hey, Morgan."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, it's me. Can we meet somewhere? I think we need to talk."

"..."

"Sure. When?"

"We're still in town. Are you guys?"

"Met at that café on Main. And Sam? I need to say something too."

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And that's all she wrote.

Jk.

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Morgan was fiddling with the straw with Sam ducked into the little café. He snagged a black coffee and slid on to the plastic cushion across from Morgan.

"Ya wanted to talk?"

"Yeah, I have some questions."

"Ask away, Sammy."

"Why didn't the death ray kill you?"

"I don't know fer certain. A friend of ours says it's for the same reason the the other freaky shit is goin' on."

"So we have another mystery then."

"Now I have a question fer ya. Why, Sam? Why the demon blood?"

"Revenge. Lilith killed my brother, and she's going to pay."

Morgan brows knitted together. "There's better ways, Sam! There's other ways; the angels, us, hell- even other hunters! Please Sam, I can't watch ya corrupt yerself like this."

"Morgan, this is the only way! No one else will tell me anything, let alone help me!"

A tear slid down Morgan cheek as she looked away. "I'm sorry ya feel that way, Sam. But I won't sit by 'n' watch ya destroy yerself. Give me a call if ya get over it."

Morgan tossed a five on the table and slipped silently out of the café, leaving Sam alone once more.

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He just saw them in passing. Afterall, he does keep track of the goings ons in the world. The sisters were funny, and a nice break from the crap that is his life. They were close too; a kind of close that he couldn't hope to have. Maybe I'll just keep an eye on them for a while...

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Sorry if I got preachy with it, but I am appalled by how Supernatural chooses to portray christians and christianity. I mean, we all aren't fanatics that can't see off our pedestals and the show completely jumps the important stuff, if not rewriting it in the complete opposite direction. Not to mention, THE DEVIL IS EVIL! Seriously folks, it pisses me off and really gets under my skin. I'm attempting to remedy this problem slightly by writing this fic.

Again, I'm sorry if I got preachy.