Sam tried to think of something to say but nothing came to him. There were no words to make this situation right.

"Jess, I'm sorry. I know it doesn't make it better but I am. I loved you and I never wanted anything bad to happen. You deserved better", said Sam genuinely.

"You saw it, didn't you? You had dreams about what was going to happen to me, the Men of Letter's told me, are you going to tell me they were lying?", snapped Jess.

"No, it's the truth. I dreamt about what happened to you before it actually happened. More than once...but I didn't know it was really going to happen, I didn't want to believe it. My mom died the same way that you did when I was a baby so I told myself it was just some awful nightmare but I should have kept you safe", admitted Sam, "Jess, I know you owe me nothing but I just...what happened?"

"You mean how am I alive? Some demon brought me back. They said they wanted to carry on Azazel's work and they needed you. They brought me back as a bargaining chip to get you to do what they wanted you to but the British Men of Letter's killed him and took me in, trained me", stated Jess.

"How come you didn't go back to your family?" wondered Sam.

"Not that I owe you any explanation but how do you think that would have looked? I died in a fire. I burned and they buried me and then 4 years later, I show up again? How would I have explained that? The Men of Letter's gave me a purpose. I pretty much guessed after Brady had black eye's and did what he did, that he wasn't human but the Men of Letter's filled me in on all the other stuff too. I'm good at this, I'm not some weak damsel in distress that needs you to save me, Sam. I can take care of myself and maybe if you'd have told me what was out there, I could have taken care of myself back then too", seethed Jess.

"I never saw you as weak, Jess. I always considered you one of the strongest people I'd ever met but if I'd have told you everything, would you really have believed me?" asked Sam quietly.

"I don't know, maybe but that was something for me to decide but instead you just lied. You had to have known that you couldn't have run from that life forever. You're smart, you're not telling me that you never considered trouble could come looking for brought me into it. You knew what danger's there were and you dragged me right into it the moment you let me love you!", yelled Jess, her eye's full of fury as she tightened her hands around the wheel.

"I know. I'm not arguing with you, this isn't anything I haven't told myself a million times. I hated myself after...when you died, it felt like nothing would ever be okay again and I knew that I was to blame but I never meant for any of it. I just wanted a normal life. I just wanted a life where I didn't have to constantly worry about whether or not my brother or dad would die that day or where I didn't have to have my brother stitch me up in some no tell, motel with scotch as antiseptic and dental floss for the thread. I thought college was my way past it, my ticket into normal but I never counted on meeting someone like you. I didn't mean for it to happen but I fell in love with you and I managed to convince myself that I really could leave it behind. That I could be safe and happy...with you. I wa...I was planning on asking you to marry me", choked Sam.

Sam peered at Jess and for a second the steel expression wavered and she looked warmer and like the Jess that he knew. She scanned Sam, as if assessing what she should believe but a phone ringing out interrupted her inner battle.

"Yeah, he's here now...I thought you wanted me to get rid of him? Okay, I understand...I'll be there soon", muttered Jess to the person on the phone.

"Change of plans", she announced as she ended the call.

"What's happening?" questioned Sam.

"Order's have changed, they want me to take you in", stated Jess calmly. Her facial expression hardened once again.

"Okay", sighed Sam.

"Okay? You're not going to put up any fight at all?" frowned Jess.

"I don't want to fight you Jess", breathed Sam.

"You know, the British Men of Letter's filled me in about the real you when they first recruited me. They've been keeping tabs and you and your brother for years. From what they told me, I never expected you to just give up", scrutinised Jess.

"I'm not giving up, when you take me to the British Men of Letter's, I will fight them. I just don't want to fight you" told Sam, "Plus, I wouldn't believe everything those guys told you. They can't be trusted. They've killed people who didn't deserve it. Like this kid I met on a hunt. She was human but she had psychic abilities. Her mother told her she was the devil and abused her. She tried to reach out to people for help using her powers and accidentally killed two people. She never meant to hurt anyone, her mom was hurting her and she just wanted help. So Dean and I let her go because it was the right thing to do. Because she wasn't evil, she just made a mistake but the British Men of Letter's killed her".

"Maybe you don't know the whole story? Maybe she was going to hurt someone. The organisation are fighting the type of things that killed me and stopping it from happening to other people" rationalised Jess.

"Yeah, I thought that too. That's why I convinced Dean to give them a shot and work with them but the more I saw of them, the more I began to wonder if it's really about saving people to them. Or is it more about a supernatural genocide. It looks a lot like they don't care if you're good or evil, if you're different, they want you gone. They even kill human's if it's convenient for them. You can't trust them, Jess", explained Sam.

"They told me that you had demon blood in you. That you had some sort of affair with a demon and drank demon blood...that you set Lucifer free, causing the death of so many innocent people. Was that a lie?" questioned Jess.

Sam didn't answer. He couldn't.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then", scowled Jess, "well if you're not going to fight me, you can walk to the car".

Jess got closer to Sam, untying his arms from behind the chair and securing them in cuffs. She guided Sam to a car, keeping a firm grasp on him.

Sam began to wonder what the British Men of Letter's wanted with him but he'd bet that it wasn't good.


Sam twisted uncomfortably in his seat. Jess had took her own car and Sam had no idea where she'd left the one he'd driven here in but he figured he had bigger things to worry about, such as what the British Men of Letter's wanted from him. Jess had left the cuffs on and once Sam had sat in the car, she'd also tied him to the car seat despite Sam telling her that he wasn't going to fight.

Jess drove across the smooth asphalt, occasionally sending a sideways glance towards Sam. They drove in a somewhat awkward silence for a while.

"Okay, I'll bite. Why?", asked Jess in a neutral tone, breaking the icy atmosphere.

"Why what?" questioned Sam.

"Why did you drink demon blood and set Lucifer free? You say you came to Stanford for 'normal'? If you wanted to be a regular upstanding citizen, why go off at the deep end?" queried Jess in a sharp, accusatory tone.

"It's a long story", sighed Sam tiredly.

"Yeah, well we have time. Sitting in silence isn't going to get us to the base any quicker and considering the amount of things you failed to fill me in on back at Stanford, I think I at least deserve something now", frowned Jess.

"Okay, I did want normal but then you died and I don't know, I guess the only example I had on how to deal with stuff like that was my dad and he buried his grief in alcohol and revenge. I resented him for it growing up but when you died, I could only think about getting revenge on the demon that killed you and my mom. That's what got me back into hunting", explained Sam.

"So now this is somehow my fault?" scoffed Jess.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just trying to explain. Your death may have been what got me back into hunting but what kept me in it was Dean, family. After that, we lost our dad, I started to show psychic abilities and I found out that the reason you and my mom died was because Azazel had plans for me and that he bled demon blood into my mouth when I was a baby. He'd done it to a lot of kids and he dropped us off in an abandoned town to fight till the last man was standing. In the end there was me and this other guy but I refused to kill him and just as Dean found me, the guy literally stabbed me in the back and I died in Dean's arms which didn't go over very well with him and he made a demon deal to get me back. I did get brought back but Dean only got one year before hell hounds came and dragged him to hell", summarised Sam.

"This is a touching story and all but how does this have anything to do with you getting cosy with some demon, drinking demon blood and setting Lucifer free?" questioned Jess.

"I'm getting there...So a year passed and I couldn't find a way to break the deal so Dean died and went to hell. I was alone and I couldn't live with the fact that Dean was in hell because of me so I tried to make a deal..."

"So you die, Dean sells his soul to get you back and then Dean dies and you try to sell your soul? Talk about codependency", interjected Jess.

"Well, you were the psych major", laughed Sam lightly, "But anyway, no demon would deal with me so I decided that if I couldn't bring Dean back, I'd kill the demon who was to blame. I wanted to die killing Lilith, I was stupid and pretty much constantly drunk at the time but there was a demon, Ruby and she'd helped Dean and I out in the past and...she came to me when I was at my lowest and she snapped me back to reality in a way Dean would of. I don't know if I was too caught up in revenge or if I was just so desperate to have someone there but I listened to her and I didn't see that she was manipulating me. She told me that drinking demon blood would give me the power I needed to kill Lilith and that I would also be able to kill demon's without killing the vessel of the person they were possessing. I already had demon blood inside me through no choice of my own and it had always made me feel wrong and unclean but I thought...I thought if I could take this thing that was dark and use to do something good, then it would make it worth it and if I'm honest with myself, I started to like the power. Somewhere along the way I lost sight of what Ruby was really doing to me and I ended up addicted to the blood. What I didn't realise was that Ruby wanted Lucifer released and she knew that killing the Lilith was the thing that would cause Lucifer to be released. I didn't know that, as far as I was concerned, Lilith was the one freeing Lucifer and killing her would stop that. I'm not making excuses because I was wrong but I didn't mean to do it. I was trying to stop her".

Jess looked conflicted. There was so much pain in Sam's voice and that calm resolve she had, that clear mission in front of her, wavered. Even when she knew nothing about this world or what Sam's history was, she knew he was troubled by something. She knew he'd seen darkness.

The story that Sam was portraying actually made her feel bad for him. How was anyone supposed to cope with that without making some mistakes along the way? But Jess wasn't ready to let go of her anger. It was her anger that had been driving her forward for so long now. She also reminded herself that Sam had lied to her once and he could be doing it again now. So she raised her walls firmly upwards and pushed down any empathy she felt.

"Didn't the British Men of Letter's tell you all the details?" Wondered Sam.

"No, just the main bullet points" admitted Jess.

If Sam ignored the fact that Jess had knocked him unconscious and that he was cuffed and tied up, this could actually be a pretty good moment for Sam.

Losing Jess had took a piece of Sam away for good. After, more pieces kept getting ripped away from him but Jess's death was the start of the unravelling. The guilt and grief was hard to move past and to be sitting here now with Jess alive, that was actually pretty wonderful. Not only was she there but she knew everything. So many time's at Stanford, had Sam wish he could tell Jess everything and here she was, knowing everything.

Jess wasn't just his girlfriend, she was his whole world at that time. Sam had been cut off from his family for choosing another way and although the situation with his father hurt, the separation from Dean killed. Dean was the most important thing to Sam and Dean had viewed Sam going to college as Sam abandoning him. Sam didn't go to Stanford to get away from Dean, he did it to get away from hunting. Sam still wanted Dean in his life but when his father had said that if he went to college, that was it, Sam had been crushed. He'd arrived at Stanford, something he'd dreamed of for a long time, feeling more alone than ever until Jess came along.

When Sam was lost and alone, Jess had been there. She was smart and funny and didn't take crap from anyone. She was also caring and gentle and Sam fell in love quickly. There was a hole left when Sam had gone his seperate ways from Dean and their Dad and although, Jess didn't stop Sam from missing Dean, she made it more bearable. Jess became his girlfriend but she was also Sam's best friend.

Sam didn't think she'd stick around and he wouldn't have blamed her. He knew he'd come off as secretive and closed off when he hardly told her anything about his family or upbringing but Jess didn't pry and she stuck with him.

When Sam woke up sweaty and panting from a nightmare of Dean being killed by a vengeful spirit, Jess calmed him down and was there for him even though sam skirted around the details. When Jess found a neat line of salt under the welcome matt, she'd accepted Sam's obvious lies about the apartment having slug problems and when she'd taken notice of the many hunting scars that decorated Sam's body, she didn't make a big deal out of it. Simply making Sam know that she was there if he needed her. He had needed her. Sam had eventually slipped comfortably into the college fold. He had friends, he got good grades and when he'd moved in with Jess, he'd felt a resemblance of normal.

So, if the situation were different, he'd be crazy happy that Jess was alive and okay. But the situation wasn't different and Jess wasn't okay. Sam could see that. She'd lost her family and her future. She'd been dragged into hunting. She was angry and hurting. Sam could see it, he knew Jess. Even now, years later when she was practically a stranger, Sam still knew Jess and she wasn't happy. Sam sunk into guilt as he blamed himself for derailing Jess's life. He thought Jess being alive could lift some of the guilt he'd never let go of in regards to her death but he actually felt more guilt.

The only thing worse than being dead is being alive but not really living.

"You've gone quiet", noted Jess.

"I'm sorry", told Sam quietly.

"You've said a couple of times", sighed Jess.

"I know and it doesn't change anything but what else is there I can do but say sorry?" Mumbled Sam.


"Damn it!", yelled Dean as he hit the steering wheel.

Dean had been trying to ring Sam but it kept going to voicemail. Dean was passed the worry stage. Even if Sam had been busy, he should have found the time to let Dean know he was okay by now.

Dean felt panicked and stuck for what to do. If Jess had found Sam by now, chances are that they wouldn't stay in one place. Dean didn't want to drive there and waste time when his brother needed help but what else was he supposed to do? Maybe she'd bring him back to the base but that wasn't a guarantee either.

Dean picked up his phone, deciding to try again before driving to the town Sam had been checking out.

The dial tone rang and to Dean's surprised, someone actually picked up.

"Sam?! Jeez, Sam talk to me. I'm freaking out here", instructed Dean.

"Hey Dean, it's been a long time", greeted a female voice.

"Jess?", questioned Dean in disbelief. Knowing she wasn't dead was one thing but hearing her was another.

"You got me", agreed Jess.

"Jess, listen to me, I don't know what those dicks told you but Sam isn't a bad guy...you haven't hurt him have you?" Asked Dean.

"Dean, I'm fine", called Sam distantly. So Dean knew Jess had Sam.

"Shut up Sam", ordered Jess, "he's alive".

"Where are you? I can come to you and we can figure this out", suggested Dean.

"Sam and I are taking a little roadtrip", stated Jess alussively.

"Where are you taking him?"

"Like I'm stupid enough to tell you? I didn't answer to talk it out, Dean. I answered to tell you to quit calling. Learn to take a hint", shot Jess.

"Jess, the British Men of Letter's are as corrupt as they come. They're nothing but a bunch of politicians, they don't know our world, not really. You can't trust them and you can't hurt Sam or let them hurt him. You loved him once and believe me when I say, he's still the same guy", said Dean, pleading slightly.

"Bye Dean..."

"Jess, please! Just tell me what you're going to do?!"

Jess paused, as if considering what she was going to say.

"Fine...what the hell? It's not like you can do anything about it. I'm taking Sam to the British Men of Letter's base. They can do whatever they want with him. You can't stop them anyway so might as well put you out of your misery", stated Jess before ending the call.

On the one hand, Dean considered this a positive. At least he knew where Sam was heading and he was already there. On the other hand, Jess working with the Brit's meant that she'd probably be going through a different entrance so Dean wouldn't be able to get to Sam before they entered the base. Once they were in the base, things would get a whole lot more difficult. Most of the snobs in that place were bookworms with little field experience but they had gun's and they were ruthless. Dean thought that he and Sam could probably take down a few of them considering their superior fighting ability but who knew how many of them were in there and how many weapon's they had at their disposal.

Dean had a brain wave, Mary! Their mom was already on the inside. He could call her and she could help. Maybe she'd be able to lock the place down or something so Jess couldn't get in with Sam. Meaning Dean could get them the hell out of that place before they opened the doors. He didn't want to put his mom in danger but she was in with them and as long as she kept things on the down low, she could be out of there before they knew she had anything to do with it.

Dean quickly got out his phone and dialled his mom's number.

"Dean, is everything okay? What have you been doing? Ketch said that they think you and Sam stole some file's? What the hell are you up to?" questioned Mary.

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah, I'm in my room but that doesn't answer my questions", urged Mary.

"I'll tell you everything but right now, all that you need to know is that Sam's in trouble and it's because of the British Men of Letter's. Someone who's working for them is bringing Sam in pretty damn soon and I need your help. I need you to find a way to lock this place down so Jess can't bring Sam in and I can grab him and make sure he's safe", explained Dean.

"Wait, Jess? What.."

"I'll explain later okay but I need you to do this for us mom. I know you think the guy's are helping people but you can't trust them and they're going to hurt Sam so are you going to help us?" asked Dean abruptly.

"Yeah...yeah, I'll sort it. I'll figure it out", agreed Mary.

"Good, just...be discreet okay? I don't want you to get hurt. Make sure no one know's it was you and then get out of there asap", instructed Dean with concern.

"I got it Dean, I'll be fine", assured Mary.

Dean ended the call and sighed in relief. Now he just needed to wait for Jess and Sam. Dean thought about what he'd have to do. He might have to hurt Jess if it came to it. If he had to do it to help Sam.

Dean knew that Sam could have gotten himself out of the situation. Sam was smart and a damn good hunter so even if Jess was an amazing hunter too, Sam still could have gotten out of it. Except, this wasn't just some hunter, this was Jess. So mixing the element of surprise and the element of having his ex-dead, ex girlfriend kidnap him, Dean wasn't surprised. Dean knew that Sam would never fight Jessica, never lay a finger on her even if it was defending his own life. So Dean would have to defend it for him, whether he liked it or not.


Sam sat, sending occasional glances Jess's way.

"Some of this just doesn't make sense to me", announced Sam.

"What?!" demanded Jess.

"So the demon part I get but why did the British Men of Letter's take you in? What did they gain from that?" wondered Sam.

"They saw I was at a loose end and they thought I had promise so they gave me a chance", shrugged Jess.

"Okay but if you knew and they knew all about Lucifer being free and the impending apocalypse, how come none of you were any where to be seen?", asked Sam.

"I hunt low level demons, werewolves, vamps, that kind of thing...Lucifer and the apocalypse is a little above my pay ground. Plus, I go wherever they send me. They give me the order's and I carry them out"

"And you were okay with that? When I knew you, you weren't very fond of taking order's from anyone", smiled Sam.

"Yeah well, I guess you don't know me that well anymore and plus, it's just like any other job. You have a boss and you have to follow the rule's and assignments", pointed out Jess.

"Fair enough...it's just I've met Ketch and knowing the way he acts and speaks, I can imagine you giving him a right hook", grinned Sam.

"I won't say I haven't felt like it...I mean, I'm grateful for what the Men of Letter's have given me but god, do I hate that guy", admitted Jess as she broke out into laughter.

"So, what happened after you set Lucifer free?", asked Jess growing more serious.

"They didn't tell you?" asked Sam.

"No, they only told me what I told you"

"Well, Lucifer was stopped", shrugged Sam vaguely, "didn't the Brit's tell you about it?"

"They said that they'd put a stop to it but they didn't give any detail's", admitted Jess.

Sam scoffed.

"I'm guessing from your snort that your version of event's are different?" said Jess raising an eyebrow.

"You could say that...They had nothing to do with stopping the apocalypse. In fact, we knew nothing about them until recently. There were about 3 failed apocalypse's and they did nothing to stop them. The whole world ending wasn't their problem apparently", told Sam.

"So if they didn't, who did stop it?", questioned Jess.

"From what I hear, it was a team effort", shrugged Sam.

Jess frowned at Sam, analysing him.

"Do you believe me? About the lie's the British Men of Letter's have told?" wondered Sam.

"I don't know what to believe", admitted Jess.

The conversation drew to a silence after that and Sam sat restlessly in the car.

Sam knew that they weren't far off now and his stomach was in knot's, not because of his fear for himself because this was nothing new to him. He and Dean were used to dangerous situations. They been raised in them but no matter what, he was always scared for Dean. Scared of losing him, losing his family. Right now, he had several people to be concerned about.

The Men of Letter's were mere human's. They had no supernatural power or abilities but Sam was smart enough to know not to underestimate them. They were smart and skilled people with a unlimited amount of knowledge and weaponry at their hands. They were also unpredictable and clearly didn't have a problem taking human lives if those pictures of the prison guards were anything to go by.

He thought about Dean, Mary and Jess. He hoped that Dean wouldn't do anything stupid to try and stop whatever the BMoL were planning on doing to him but then he knew Dean too and he knew that Dean would do whatever it took to help him. As for Mary, Sam wasn't so sure about her. She hadn't been the cookie cutter mom that John and Dean had painted and she was flawed and imperfect but Sam knew that she was a Winchester and they were her son's. She had been willing to kill herself to save Sam and Dean so Sam felt sure that she would do whatever it took to keep them safe and he didn't want to think about what the British Men of Letter's would do to Mary if she went against them. Then there was Jess. He'd only just found out she was back and he was worried he'd get her killed again. Jess may have kidnapped Sam and be escorting him to a possibly deadly fate but he could see her wavering. Her mask of anger and clarity were slipping. Sam was assured of this when Jess had answered Dean's call.

She had told Dean they were heading to the base and although she'd passed it of as nochelant and insignificant because Dean wouldn't be able to stop them, Sam knew better. Jess wouldn't have told Dean anything if she wasn't having any second thoughts but she had told him something which meant some part of Jess was unsure about this.


Dean waited in the impala until he saw a car in sight. It was heading towards the base but instead of turning up the path where the impala was sitting, it rounded and went around the side of the large base.

It was Sam and Jess, Dean knew it. So he started baby's engine and followed in the same direction as the car. Mary had locked the place down for them so when Jess got out of the car with Sam, Dean would have his chance to grab Sam and get him in the impala and out of this clinical place.

By time Dean saw the car, it was empty and there was no sign of Jess or his little brother. Dean got out of his car, pulling his gun out. Maybe Jess was hiding somewhere because there wasn't supposed to be a way in.

As Dean circled the car, a familiar voice reached him.

"Hello Winchester"

Ketch.

Dean aimed his gun at Ketch.

"Give me my brother back and I won't put a bullet through your brain", growled Dean.

"You make one wrong move and that precious brother of yours dies", warned Ketch.

As if to prove his point, Sam was dragged out by a slightly more muscular msn in a suit. Sam's face was bloody and bruised but so was the face of the guard. Sam put up at fight, thought Dean proudly. But the pride melted into anger as Ketch rested the barrel of his gun against Sam's temple. Sam's eye's were wide with worry and Dean really wanted to kill Ketch, slow and bloody.

"Comply, or my finger pulls the trigger", bargained Ketch.

"Fine", gritted Dean reluctantly. He was still confident they'd get out of this but he wasn't going to risk Sammy and he didn't doubt that Ketch would have any qualms about killing his brother.

Ketch cuffed Dean, as another man pushed him towards the entrance of the base.

As Dean entered the base, he saw Jess. She looked slightly older but was more or less the same as that night he'd met her. She looked sheepish and regretful as both Dean and Sam were pushed through the metallic corridor.

After what seemed like forever, they came to a stop and Sam and Dean were guided into a control-like room.

Mary was standing at the head of the table and Mick was sitting down. Staring at her son's with an expression which was uncomfortably close to shame.

"Mom?" What? You were...", stammered Dean.

"She was supposed to lock the base down, giving you the time to save dear old Sammy?" Smirked Ketch.

Dean cast a glance at Sam who was looking down at the floor, eye's awash with betrayal and acceptance. Apparently aware of something Dean wasn't.

"How did you found out? Bugging the room's or something?" Frowned Dean.

"No need, your mother is loyal to our organisation. She made us aware of your plans", goaded Ketch.

Dean started to argue but as he glanced at his mom, he saw guilt written across her face and he knew it was true. Dean's stomach dropped. Another betrayal. This was one that couldn't be talked around.

"You told them?" Questioned Dean flatly, "you told them knowing that they were trying to get hold of Sammy, that they could hurt him? That they were extremely likely to hurt him, to hurt me when I tried to stop them? What the hell kind of mother are you?"

"You have no idea what's going on Dean. There's a bigger picture! I'm still your mom", pleaded Mary.

"No, no you're not", seethed Dean.

Mary looked at her youngest. He'd seemed to understand the choices she'd made more and hoped he would again but Sam's eye's were cast downwards, blinking away tears.

"Sam...I...you have to believe me when I tell you that I'm doing this for all of us", insisted Mary.

"Why? What's so important that you'd sell us out", questioned Sam in almost a whisper.

"They...they're going to help me bring your dad back. I know that this situation isn't ideal but they promised they wouldn't kill you and...I know you'll think it's worth it when we get John back. I've been so lost since I've come back and John...he was the love of my life and I need him here and it's not just for me! I'm doing this for your both, so your can get your father back", exclaimed Mary.

Dean stood speechless. He couldn't quite believe it. Mary had been far from perfect since she'd come into their lives but he didn't think she'd do this. He didn't think she'd put her son in harms way.

"Like father, like daughter", scoffed Dean, thinking back to Samual's betrayal.

"What's that supposed to mean?", asked Mary.

"Forget it", seethed Dean.

"Dean...", began Mary.

"No! All of the 'it's for you too' is bull! This isn't for anyone but you!", growled Dean.

"Don't you want your father back?" Asked Mary desperately.

"You're really doing all of this on some vague promise of Dad coming back? What, am I suppised to be grateful? You know what? Dad was a dick. He was the kind of guy that left his 4 year old to look after his baby brother. He put that on me and I had to step up because he didn't. I was the one who raised Sam! I became a parent when I was four for god sake! He left us alone in motel's with barely enough money to get buy. And Sammy? I tried to shield him from it, I tried to let him be a kid but I couldn't keep him from it, not with our life. We weren't kids. I started hunting before I even hit double digits and Sammy was left alone in motel's. What kind of father leaves a 9 year old alone in a motel? What kind of father drags his son's into the ground and makes them feel like they were nothing?! I loved dad but as much as I loved dad, no, I don't want him back. Not if it means Sammy getting hurt...You know what? As much as dad had his flaws, he would never do this! He would always save his sons. You're a worse parent than he was. At least he tried his best. You haven't even tried", yelled Dean.

"I just...I'm sorry, I just wanted us to be a family", insisted Mary.

"We already are a family...at least we could have been. I mean, what did you think was going to happen? That the British Men of Letter's were just having Jess take Sam in so they could have some tea and scone's? You saw what they did him last time! They tortured him and drugged him...How could you let this happen?!", choked Dean.

"They said they're not going to hurt him, that he'll still be alive. All that Sam needs to do is tell that what they want", argued Mary.

"Yeah, because their words mean said much. They're completely trustworthy", scoffed Dean.

"Sam..", Mary turned to Sam with pleading eye's.

Sam continued to stare at the floor and Dean appraised Sam with his eye's.

Dean wanted Sam to be angry. He wanted Sam to shout and scream and yell at Mary. To tell her that he didn't deserve it and that this wasn't right but there was no fire in Sam. Only a resigned sort of sadness and it made Dean want to knock some sense into him.

"As much as I find this family crisis entertaining, time is of the essence", announced a female voice entering the room, followed by another lap dog. She was a slightly older lady with a smug grin on her face.

"Who are you?" Questioned Dean.

"I'm Dr Hess. I'm one of the elders among the British Men of Letter's. Enough of all this bickering. I won't be so lenient to your attitude", scolded Hess.

Dean looked around the room, searching his brain for an answer.

Dean took notice of Jess and Mick. They didn't seem smug like Ketch or Hess. In fact, they didn't seem to be enjoying this one bit. Both looked conflicted.

"I'll go with you", announced Sam, "but you have to let Dean go. It was me you sent Jess after in the first place and you've got me. I'll go willingly if you just let Dean go".

"Sammy, no!", growled Dean. Sam gave Dean a small smile. A smile that would be nothing of significance to anyone else but Sam and Dean could communicate without any verbal conversation. It was a smile that tried to tell Dean that it was okay but nothing about this situation was okay.

Without warning, Dean drove him elbow backwards and into the face of the guard holding him. The guard sunk down in shock, clutching a bloody nose and Dean advanced, preparing to fight anyone who got in his way but a familiar sound of a gun cocking halted Dean.

The suit that was holding Sam before was replaced with Hess and she had his gun pressed against Sam's temple and the finger on the trigger as a warning sign.

"One more move and I will kill your precious brother", threatened Hess.

Dean felt a red hot fury rippling under his skin. He didn't to give this woman anything she wanted but he wasn't going to risk a bullet going into Sam's head.

"Fine. I won't fight, just take the gun away from my brother's head", conceded Dean as he allowed himself to be held in place by another stiff in a suit.

"Well I guess this is the moment I withdraw my weapon", acknowledged Hess, "Then again, I may just shoot your brother anyway". Hess grinned as shee clutched her gun tightly.

"No!", screamed Dean. There was a gunshot and for a split second of panic, Dean expected to see his baby brother shot dead but instead, Hess was crumpled on the floor. He face was slack and pale and she had a gory bullet wound in the centre of her forehead.

Dean looked to see where the shot came from and he saw Jess with her gun pointed in Hess's direction. She almost looked shocked at what she had done as Dean felt.

A murderous looked swam it's way across Ketch's sharp features and Dean saw what was coming next. Ketch was out for blood. Jess's blood.

"Jess!", yelled Sam as he yanked out of the guards grip and jumped to knock Jessica out of the way. Sam was quick and the sudden movement seemed to distract Ketch for a millisecond. Enough time for Sam to push Jess and himself to the floor as Ketch pulled the trigger.

A pained cry escaped Sam's mouth as he and Jess crashed to the floor, a pool of blood seeping onto the tiles. Dean sighed in relief as he saw Jess putting pressure on Sam's shoulder. The bullet had hit Sam's shoulder. It would hurt like a bitch and they'd need to get out of here before blood loss became an issue but Sam should be okay. Their main problem now was Ketch. He definitely wasn't going to take that. Dean once again rammed an elbow into the man holding him. He then kicked the man, sending him to the floor.

Ketch had moved to Jess but she seemed to be holding her own as she swiftly kicked Ketch's gun far out of his hands. The room broke into action and despite Hess being dead and Ketch being unarmed, with the couple of Men of Letter's still in the room and Sam injured, they were way out numbered.

Dean was nothing if not a fighter so he began tackling the guys who'd held him and Sam, still getting the better of them despite the fact he was cuffed. Dean noticed Ketch raining down harsh blows on Jess and as he was about to intervene, a pale and glazed looking Sam kicked Ketch hard in the face. If the situation hadn't have been so intense, Dean would have patted Sam on the back for the way his kick sent Ketch staggering backwards onto the table.

Dean dragged Ketch up by his blazer and punched him hard, desperately wanting to knock him out but unlike the other men in here who seemed to be brainiac's with no experience actually fighting, Ketch was more than competent. So he could defend himself and with Dean still in cuffs, the fight got tougher. Before Dean could stop him, Ketch dived for the gun that Jess had knocked out of his hand and pointed it at Dean. Dean froze, knowing that Ketch could pull that trigger faster than he could get to it.

In that moment, Mick who had been staying out the way in a look of bewilderment until now, aimed a gun at Ketch, shooting him skillfully in the arm that was grasping the gun. Ketch growled in agony and Mick shot Ketch again in his knee caps, rendering him completely immobile. Dean quickly kicked the gun out of the way and Jess and Mick quickly knocked the remaining Men of Letter's out cold with the butt of their guns.

The threats were out of the way. Jess, who apparently blamed Sam for her death, had saved Sam's life. Although considering their history, it wasn't so surprising. However Mick, who had seemed devoted to the British Men of Letter's, had seriously injured Ketch in order to stop Ketch killing Dean...that was surprising. None of this seemed to make sense but Dean didn't have time to think about that right now. Sam was bleeding and they needed to get out of there before anyone else came after them.

Dean turned to look at Mary. She was backed up against the wall, looking shocked and dazed. Her eye's were watery and she had her gun ready and pointed, looking like she was set to shoot Ketch. Apparently she'd been too slow and Mick did the job for her. It didn't matter. Even if she had have been the one to shoot Ketch, it wouldn't change what she did. Nothing would ever fix that.

"We need to get out of here now! Before those guys wake up and before anyone realises what's happened", stated Mick as he took Ketch's phone from his jacket.

"I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully", seethed Ketch in painful breathes.

"I looked forward to it mate", smirked Mick menacingly, "Come on you three!"

Mick started to the door, pointing to the others to follow. Dean went and lifted Sam up, allowing him to lean heavily on him as they mover forward. Dean had it handled but Jess decided to grip Sam's other side and the three of them followed Mick.

Dean noticed that Mary had joined them.

"No, you're not coming with us", stated Dean.

"Dean...", began Mary.

"No. You made your choice. You chose them so you stick with them, Mary", spat Dean.

Mary looked like she'd been punched in the gut and if it hadn't have been Sammy she'd risked getting tortured and he wasn't so pissed, he may feel badly for her but right now, so much as looking at Mary made him feel sick.

Mick, Dean, Jess and a weakening Sam, trudged through the door, leaving a shocked Mary behind.

Mick guided them through the corridors, fortunately avoiding any other unfriendly faces. They quickly rushed out of the door into the open air. The impala and Jess's car sat where they'd been left.

"We need to move!", stated Mick.

"Where do we go? We can't go back to the bunker, they have a key that will open it", reminded Dean.

"The bunker has a vast amount of resources, we can find some sort of spell work to keep them out. No where will be safe, they have eye's all over the place. At least at your bunker we have resources", reasoned Mick.

"Okay, bunker it is", agreed Dean as he helped Sam into the passenger side of the impala. Dean jumped into the driver's seat, not arguing when Mick and Jess climbed into the back.

As soon as they were all in, Dean pushed down the pedal, sending baby as fast as she would go. They quickly left the base but Dean didn't slow down any. He wanted to get back to the bunker as quickly as possible so they had time to make the bunker safe before the British Men of Letter's caught up with them.

Dean glanced to Sam, who was looking whiter than a sheet and breathing deeply. Concern struck him, even though he knew Sam would be fine. He'd had worse than this but it was more than the gunshot wound Sam had. It was more the British Men of Letter's.

He had a feeling this was far from over.