Chapter 4

AN: Thanks for all the reviews, follows and favorites :) This chapter is a bit short, but hopefully I can make it up to y'all in the next one! So sorry, guys! i accidentally put Tori instead of Toni so I had to reupload this!

Men Of Letters, London Chapterhouse

Basement

London, England

9:15 am

"You know, it doesn't have to be like this." She pauses, pulling the taser away from Sam, "if you'd just tell me what I want to know, that is."

Sam's body is shaking violently like he's having a damn seizure, which is probable considering the fact that she's tased him close to 6 or 7 times now. His heart pounds painfully in his chest as he swallows back the bile rising in his throat. He's panting with effort as his head hangs so far down that it's nearly touching his chest. He no longer has a witty comeback to anything she says. It's taking too much of an effort for him to try to stay conscious.

"Aw, come on now," Toni says, pouting, "where's the banter you were spitting out earlier? I was so enjoying it."

She touches him with the taser, again, causing his body to go rigid and coiled tight with pain as it violently shakes. He clenches his eyes closed and bites back a groan, knowing that will only give her satisfaction. She pulls it away quicker, this time, letting Sam have one moment-one literal breath- of reprieve before doing it again.

"I…don't…know…" Sam manages when she pulls it away again, "what the hell…you're going on about."

Toni lets out an aggravated groan before muttering something Sam knows isn't meant for him, "This is taking too bloody long."

He hears her walk back over to the table, throwing the taser on it. Sam manages to look up, through his sweaty hair. She's walking towards the staircase, hurriedly.

"Don't go anywhere," She calls to him, chuckling to herself.

"You're a real comedian," Sam whispers, closing his eyes as he tries to steady his breathing.

Dean walks up to him, the car keys jingling. Sam can't even look at him. If he does, he knows he'll break down. He knows he'll beg him not to do it.

"Come on, you know the drill," Dean says, causing Sam's throat to nearly close up, "No chick flick moments, come on."

Dean himself sounds like he's barely holding it together and, in the end, that's what causes Sam to rally. As best he can, anyway.

So, he takes the keys from Dean and says a lame joke as he avoids eye contact, "Yeah, you, uh, love chick flicks."

It says a million things that Sam can't say.

Like, I love you.

I'll miss you.

Goodbye.

Dean gets it. He always gets it.

"Yeah, you're right, I do. Come here."

10:45 am

Sam is startled back to consciousness by the sound of loud footsteps on the stairs. He doesn't bother looking up, but he can easily tell that it isn't Toni. Probably one of her goons coming in to inflict some more torture. However, to his surprise, the footsteps falter at the end of the stairs and there's a breathy gasp. Then, whoever it is, hurries back up the stairs. Sam swallows before realizing that whoever just entered the basement left the door opened at the top, letting Sam hear the entire conversation that's taking place.

"Antonia, what in the bloody hell is this?"

A man, Sam realizes.

"Father! What are you-"

Father? Another Man of Letters.

"Antonia Marie Bevell, what in God's name are you doing? There's a young man shackled in the basement. Looking as if a bloody werewolf has gotten into him. Tell me you didn't do this to him."

A Man Of Letters who clearly was NOT in the know of the plan to kidnap and torture him.

"I can explain-"

"You told me you were done," a harsh voice interrupts her, "with this…this crusade of yours!"

"I was!" Toni exclaims, "I was, but-"

"But what?!"

"But I got a lead. A very reliable lead, obviously. It led me right to him!"

"To who? Who is this young man in the basement, Antonia?"

Sam lifts his head up at that.

Toni hesitates before answering, "Sam Winchester."

"Sam-Antonia, tell me you did not kidnap and bloody torture Sam fucking Winchester?!"

Toni pauses before saying, "You can't tell me you don't want justice! That you don't want to know for certain-"

"Not like this I don't!" Her father exclaims, "Bloody Hell, Toni. You've…you've gone bloody barmy is what you have. Again."

"Father, I'm not- where are you going?!" Toni's panicked voice is closer to the stairs now right as there are thunderous steps on the staircase.

"I'm going to fix this colossal fucking clanger of yours."

Footsteps enter the basement and Sam lowers his head back down.

"Sam?" a hesitant, British, male voice asks.

Sam swallows and says nothing. A hand on the chain on his left foot rattles. Someone curses.

"That daughter of mine, I swear," the voice says, then asks again, softer, "Sam?"

"Daddy, no!"

Then, suddenly, Sam's left leg is free, then his right leg. It's amazing. It's magical. It's freeing.

Sam lifts his head, locking eyes with a man with short silver-white hair and a beard. Colonel Sanders, Sam wants to call him sarcastically but doesn't.

"Who're…who're you?" Sam asks, closing his eyes momentarily at the sudden feeling of dizziness. He's not completely with it, what with having been tased nearly a dozen times.

"I'm here to fix my daughter's mistake as well as save your arse," the man's voice is kind, so unlike that of his daughter's. He moves to unlock Sam's arms when his daughter calls out again. Begging.

"Daddy, please-"

"Antonia," the man snaps, turning to face her, "shut the bloody hell up. You have no idea what you've done. The elders are going to be downright pissed at this- at me- already. Thank god you haven't actually killed him. Now, you either help or get the hell out of the way."

"The elders are the ones who called me!" Toni exclaims, eyes wide, "They wanted me to take him in!"

Her father gives her a confused look, "That's bloody well unlikely, isn't it? Considering everything you've done." He pauses, then says, hesitantly, "Toni, have you been taking your medication?"

Toni's face turns stormy and her posture turns defensive as she folds her arms across her chest, "Not that it's any of your business, father, but yes. I have."

Her father merely shakes his head, "Unbelievable, Toni. I thought you were getting better. Especially what with-"

The older man turns back around, lifting his arms to place the key to begin unlocking Sam's shackle on his left wrist. Sam watches as Toni swallows, unfolding her arms and reaching into the back of her leggings. Through his blurry eyes, he can tell that she's about to do something she doesn't want to do. Sam opens his mouth to warn the older man, but he's too late. Toni's arm swings and the gun she's holding connects with the back of her father's head, causing him to collapse onto the ground, unconscious.

"Sorry, Daddy," She whispers, gripping the gun tighter, "but I can't have you ruining my-our- plan."

Holy fuck, Sam thinks.

Men of Letters bunker, United States

Library

Lebanon, Kansas

4:45 am

"Dean, I'm not asking."

Dean let out a growl of frustration, barely keeping himself from slamming his hands on the library table, "Mom, I'm-"

"You are so not fine, so don't even bother trying to feed me that line of bullshit." Dean looks up at her in surprise at her cussing, she merely stares back, "Go. Now. Castiel and I have got this." She gestures to the laptops in front of the angel and herself, as well as the mountain of case files spread out on the library table.

Dean looks away from her and at Castiel, who merely gives him an awkward grin and a thumbs up. That's not reassuring at all so, he doesn't move. This prompts Mary to say in a much calmer, softer, motherly voice, "Dean, baby, you need a shower. I know you do. 5 minutes, that's all I ask."

Her eyes - Sam's eyes - stare right through him. Dean sighs and reluctantly gets up from the chair. He goes to his bedroom, gets his clothes and heads to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Mary and Castiel are going through any possible evidence that suggests that there are, in fact, other chapters of the men of letters that are still institutionalized.

Castiel had reported back, hours ago, saying that he found the amulet laying in the parking lot of an airport. An abandoned airport. After a thorough investigation of said airport, Castiel had been willing to give up and head back to the bunker when he noticed something on the ground. Something, shiny and old.

A locket.

A locket with the Men of Letters symbol etched into the back of it.

A locket that had never been produced in America, according to Google.

But, helpfully, the locket enclosed a picture of a young girl with her mother.