Chapter 112: Chapter 112 : Kidnapped Angel (1)
Dean parked the Impala outside a quiet residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Los Angeles.
After changing into their FBI suits, the brothers walked up a short pathway to a modest suburban house.
The address belonged to the man who had written the eyewitness account — the one describing a glowing man falling from the sky and armed men taking him away before authorities arrived.
Dean knocked. After the third knock, footsteps approached and the door opened to reveal a thin man in his thirties wearing glasses and a worn sweater.
His expression shifted from caution to curiosity the moment he noticed the badges.
"Can I help you?"
Sam flashed his credentials. "Federal Bureau of Investigation. We’d like to ask a few questions about the meteor incident twelve days ago."
The man’s eyes widened. Not nervous — excited.
"You’re actually investigating it?" He stepped aside immediately.
"My name is Ethan Carter. Please, come in. I’ve been trying to tell people what I saw for days."
They stepped into the living room and both brothers stopped.
The room looked less like a living space and more like a private religious collection.
Paintings of angels covered every wall, bookshelves packed with theology texts and biblical studies, framed illustrations of descending angels, and a large six-winged angel dominating the wall above the fireplace.
Dean slowly turned toward Sam.
Sam recognized the look immediately. "Don’t."
Dean raised both hands. "I didn’t say anything."
"You were about to."
He simply shrugged.
Ethan was already at his desk, sorting through a stack of folders.
"I knew nobody would believe me. The police barely listened, reporters thought I was making things up, my sister is convinced I hit my head."
He found what he was looking for and handed several pages to Dean.
Most contained references Ethan had collected after the incident — passages from different religious traditions, one section highlighted heavily.
According to the text, angels possessed an unnatural presence that drew people’s attention instinctively, making it difficult to look away.
Dean handed the pages to Sam.
"So you really think it was an angel?" Sam asked.
Ethan looked genuinely puzzled by the question. "I mean, the guy fell from the sky."
The answer was so matter-of-fact that neither Winchester responded immediately.
"Maybe I’m wrong about what he was, but I know what I saw. Everybody kept staring at him. Even after the armed men arrived, people couldn’t stop looking toward the crater. It wasn’t normal."
Sam and Dean exchanged a brief glance. Powerful supernatural beings often affected people that way.
Dean reached into his jacket and pulled out a photograph of Henry. He held it out. "Did the guy look like this?"
Ethan took it. The moment his eyes landed on the photo his entire posture changed. He stepped closer to the light, looked at the photograph, then at Dean, then back again.
"Wait." A pause. "Yeah." Complete certainty in his voice.
"That’s him. Same face, same hair. That’s the guy who landed in the crater." He lowered the photograph slowly.
"How do you have a picture of him?"
Dean felt a grin spreading across his face.
Henry was alive.
Ethan looked between them as Dean slipped the photograph back into his jacket. "So the FBI knows the angel?"
Sam closed the folder and set it back on the desk.
"Mr. Carter, whatever you think you saw, I’d strongly recommend stopping the online posts. This falls under an active federal investigation and continued speculation could interfere with it."
Ethan folded his arms. "I have a right to know what happened."
"Your rights aren’t being violated. I’m advising you not to publish additional claims until the investigation concludes."
That only made him more suspicious. "So there is something going on."
Dean could practically see the conspiracy theories forming behind the man’s eyes.
Sam stepped forward slightly. "If this becomes a public circus, you’ll attract attention from people you don’t want. Trust me, that’s not a road you want to go down."
The seriousness in Sam’s voice finally made Ethan hesitate. He looked between them. Neither man appeared to be joking, neither looked interested in explaining further.
"Fine," Ethan said, without much enthusiasm.
Good enough.
Dean headed toward the door. As Ethan escorted them out, he couldn’t stop himself. "So you really don’t think it was an angel?"
Dean paused at the doorway. He looked back at the room — angel paintings, religious texts, framed artwork covering every surface. Then he looked at Ethan.
A faint smirk appeared. "Buddy, angels are bullshit." He opened the front door. "Grow up."
They walked back to the Impala, leaving Ethan standing in his doorway trying to decide whether the federal agent had insulted his beliefs or simply lost his mind.
Sam shook his head the moment they reached the car. "One day that’s going to come back and bite you."
Dean climbed into the driver’s seat. "Maybe."
"You literally know angels exist."
Dean started the engine. "Yeah, and unicorns are real too."
Sam paused. "Wait — unicorns aren’t real?"
"Cute, Sammy."
*****
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