A man in a dim hallway grimly turned towards a door and pulled out a gun. He slid out the clip, tapping it on the gun and replacing it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blonde man tied to a chair. Nearby are a young woman, a middle-aged woman, and a tough-looking black man. The blonde man looked up as the man holding the gun opened the door and entered, raising the gun. The blonde man began babbling out of sheer terror.

"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!" He exclaimed, face covered in sweat and tears.

"Oh, god," The young woman murmured. "We're all gonna die."

"Maybe he's tellin' the truth." The black man attempted to reason with the armed man.

The armed man advanced on the blonde man, cocking his gun. "He's not him, not anymore."

"No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!" The blonde man continued to panic.

The middle-aged woman, the doctor, shrugged with uncertainty. "I just... I can't tell."

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I-"

"I got no choice." The armed man deadpanned.

"I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!" He wailed, though his words meant nothing to the armed man before him.

Two gunshots were all that was heard as the image distorts in a bright flash, and Angel awoke with a start.

"Crater Lake." She breathed, her face dripping with sweat and migraine pounding in her head. "Where the hell is Crater Lake?"

She got out of bed and headed down the stairs, sitting at her desk in front of her laptop. She opened it and went to Google, typing in Crater Lake. One of the suggestions said "crater lake oregon", and she clicked on it. The first thing she saw was the same picture she had seen in her vision.

"Okay. Oregon." She murmured to herself. "Guess I've got work to do."

~

She packed a few things and drove up to Oregon. It was a fairly quick drive from sunny California, at least compared to some of her previous trips. She drove into Crater Lake, suddenly feeling a small sense of anxiety. That guy with the gun seemed a bit intimidating. Scary. Sexy, yet scary.

She quickly saw something familiar. It was one of the men from her vision. The black man, he was outside a small shop. She pulled in and stepped out of her car. "Hi. I'm Angel. Maybe you can help me find someone?"

"Sure," The man replied. "Who can I help you find?"

"Blonde, young guy, early twenties." She thought back to the man from her vision. "A scar, below his hairline. Ring any bells?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like Duane Tanner. Might I ask why you're looking for him?"

"I'm an old friend of Duane's. We've been kinda out of touch lately. So, do you know where his place is from here?"

"He's with his family up Aspen Way. Duane seems to be a popular kid today."

She became confused by this. "What do you mean?"

"Two US Marshals came by and asked about Duane just a few minutes ago. So what, does that make you FBI or something?" He joked.

She grinned at that. "I can assure you, I have nothing to do with the law."

She soon drove up to Aspen Way, seeing outside Duane's house two young men and a middle-aged woman, though not the middle-aged woman from her vision. One of the men was a bit taller than the other with floppy brown hair. The other, however, looked unsettlingly like the armed man from her vision. The one who killed Duane.

She couldn't help but feel a bit sick. This was the same guy who murdered Duane in her vision. Why was he at his house? Perhaps she was too late, and he's already shot him.

She got out of her car and approached the men and woman, who looked deathly frightened by something. "Um... is this the Tanner residence?" Angel asked uncertainly.

"Yeah," The man from her vision replied. "Who are you?"

"Angel. Do you know where Duane Tanner is by chance?"

"He's not in. Why're you looking for him?"

"Old friend." She answered curtly.

"I'll take Mrs Tanner to the car." The taller man spoke, leading the woman to their black muscle car.

"Let me guess, you two are US Marshals?" She asked.

"How'd you know?"

She shrugged slightly. "Lucky guess. So why're you looking for Duane? Did he do something?"

"No, just some routine questions, that's all."

"About what?" She questioned further.

"Why're you asking so many questions?"

She smirked at him. "Don't worry. It's routine."

He grinned slightly in return. "Well, my partner and I are going down to the clinic with Mrs Tanner, so if you wanna continue your interrogation, you'll have to come along."

She wasn't sure if she wanted to go anywhere with this guy. All she wanted to do was stop him from shooting Duane. She was unsure of where Duane even was, or this man's reasons for shooting him. Perhaps if she went with him, kept a close eye on him, she could stop it from happening. "Alright. Let's go then."

She was told to wait in the car while he went to "get Mr Tanner". And as she sat in the back seat next to Mrs Tanner on the right, she realized what he meant by that as he walked out of the house with his corpse, placing him in the trunk. He got in the driver seat, and Angel immediately questioned it.

"Was that... Mr Tanner?"

With slight hesitation, he replied, "Afraid so."

And the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

~

They soon arrived at the clinic, Angel, Mrs Tanner, and the taller of the Marshals walking inside while his partner got Mr Tanner's body from the trunk. The idea that there was a body in the trunk at all made Angel a bit squeamish, then the fact that this alleged US Marshal was the one who killed him made her skin crawl right off. He very much scared her, so she hoped that she could finish this case and be done.

As the taller US Marshal called for a doctor, she looked to Mrs Tanner and caught a vibe that she hadn't noticed before. It was odd, she wasn't entirely sure of its meaning, but something wasn't right. Though now was not the time for that.

A young woman rushed out from another room, the young woman from Angel's vision. "Mrs Tanner, what happened?" She asked with concern.

"She's been attacked," Mercedes replied.

"Doctor Lee?" The woman, possibly a nurse, called.

The doctor, the older woman from the vision, rushed in. "Bring her in." She instructed.

As they were lead to a back room, the other Marshal walked in with the body of Mr Tanner, though Angel couldn't look without her stomach twisting up in knots. She was never fond of dead bodies, nor the people who were responsible for them being dead. Though she heard a snippet of his brief conversation with Doctor Lee, and he mentioned Mr Tanner was the one who attacked his wife.

So perhaps this man's intentions were good. He shot down a bad person before he did any extreme damage. Surely that was commendable. Either way, she didn't trust him, or his partner. He could easily be lying through his teeth, and she had to keep her guard up.

Mrs Tanner was seated on a stool, her shirt removed as the doctor examined her shoulder wound. She told the doctor about the attack, and she was surprised by the details.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him?" She asked in disbelief. "Your son Jake?"

Mrs Tanner nodded, tearing up slightly. "They beat me. Tied me up."

"I don't believe it." The nurse spoke softly.

"Pam." The doctor gave her a look to tell her to be quiet. She looked back to Mrs Tanner and continued. "Beverly, do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?"

"No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute, they were my husband and son. And the next, they had the devil in them."

Angel thought on this for a moment, considering her words carefully. This seemed like it could be demonic, of course, but if it had been a demon then how did he die by bullets? It didn't quite fit together.

"We gotta talk." The shooter spoke to his partner curtly before they exited the room to have a private word. And, being the snoop that she was, Angel had to know what they were talking about.

She discreetly put her ear to the door, hearing only muffled words until she was able to make out their meaning. "... something turned him into a monster." The shooter spoke. "And you know, if you would've taken the other one out, there'd be one less to worry about."

"I'm sorry, alright? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!"

"No, it was an 'it'. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam."

Sam and Dean. Where had she heard these names before?

The doctor approached the door, and she stepped aside to allow her to pass, following her out.

"How's the patient?" Sam asked.

"Terrible! What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know," Dean replied simply.

"Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbour." She continued to chew them out.

"We didn't have a choice."

"Maybe so, but we need the county sheriff. I need the coroner."

"Phones are down," Sam informed. Angel hadn't realized this. There was someone she needed to call, and now realized it would have been a good idea to call before she left.

"I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?"

"Yeah, we do," Sam replied. "But it crapped out just like everything else."

"I don't understand what is happening." The doctor spoke rather frustratedly.

"How far is it to the next town?" Dean asked, and this question got Angel wary. Perhaps he was planning on a trip one town over, and if so, she knew she'd have to tag along.

"It's about forty miles down to Sidewinder."

"Alright, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help." He clapped Sam on the shoulder. "My partner'll stick around, keep you guys safe."

"Let me go with you." Angel volunteered. "You might need backup. Besides, I still have some more questions for you."

A grin flashed across his face and quickly disappeared. "It's fine. I'll go alone, and I'll be back before you know it. And I'm sure my partner can fill you in on anything you need to know. Now stay safe."

"Safe from what?" Doctor Lee asked.

"We'll get back to you on that." He replied before leaving.

Angel sighed, realizing she had absolutely no idea how she planned to save Duane from this "Dean". Sam seemed innocent enough, having apparently spared the life of who she could only assume was Jake. But there was something about this Dean.

"Don't worry, he won't be gone long," Sam reassured her.

She nodded faintly, not so much worried about when he would return, but about when this Duane would show up. And why Dean was going to shoot him in cold blood.