Mercy and Dean stared at her in shock. It didn't add up, but at the same time it made sense in a way. The way she always seemed to be there, fact that the fake Alpha had allowed her to examine Mercy, to be involved as much as she had been period, the weight she seemed to carry with the other werewolves, the fact that she appeared to have no reaction to sliver, even the weird color of her eyes. But the werewolf Alpha, a woman?
Genevieve-the Werewolf Alpha, apparently, laughed in amusement. "I love the look on their faces when they find out." She said, partly to herself, partly to them , "That-that is why Mom always liked me best out of all her girls. "
"Mom?!" Dean exclaimed, finding words at last.
"You mean the Mother Of All?" Mercy added.
"Oh, yes," The real Werewolf Alpha confirmed.
"Oh," Dean said, deciding as the worst time possible to be snarky, "You mean the one I wasted-"
Just then the Werewolf Alpha grabbed Dean's throat and violently threw him against the wall. "That's my mother you're talking about." She said, oddly calm, "You shouldn't talk about people's mothers."
Dean struggled against the Alpha's grip, gasping for air. It looked like the Alpha meant to kill him.
Just then several werewolves, still in their human form, barged through the door, dragging a struggling figure behind them. The Alpha dropped Dean and turned around to see what was going on. Mercy ran over to Dean who was still lying on the ground, and helped him get somewhat upright. "You alright?" She asked.
"Yeah," Dean said, "I think so."
"We found this one in the woods around the perimeter," A male with light brown hair and eyes said, pushing the person they had forward towards the Alpha. It was Sam.
"Good work, Nathan," The Alpha said, addressing the group's leader, "Now, I need a few moments alone with these three. Leave us, please."
Wordlessly the group of werewolves excited the house. Sam looked at the scene before him, utterly confused. "They just did what you said, no questions asked," He said, looking around the hall. His eye fell on the corpse of the man he believed to be the Alpha.
"Oh," Dean said, as Mercy helped him to his feet, "It turns out the guy who we really thought was the Alpha was a fake Alpha and she's the real Werewolf Alpha, and apparently Eve's special favorite."
"At least among her daughters," The Alpha said coolly, sauntering around the trio, "Oh sure, the Siren Alpha is inhumanly, breathtakingly gorgeous to the point it's almost frightening, and the Changeling Alpha had a certainly motherly quality that both she and our mother share but I-I always surprised people, and she loves that."
"So you do this a lot?" Mercy asked, "Put on some giant charade?"
"Well, not often and when I do, I don't usually go to this much trouble," The Alpha replied, as if they were having a friendly conversation, "I remember this one time a hunter found his way here, and I came running through the woods saying I had been kidnapped by werewolves-I was wearing sliver rings so he didn't question the story, you see," She held up her finger with the sliver ring, "I lied about this being stainless steel, it really is sliver. Anyway, I lead to a cave where I claimed they took me, pointed at something, and while he was turned around, bashed his head in with a hammer." She chuckled, as if recalling a funny memory.
Sam, Dean, and Mercy stared at her, horrified.
Noticing the way they were looking at her, she said, rather nonchalantly, "Well, if I had ripped his heart out other hunters would've come. Though, as I was saying I usually don't perform elaborate subterfuges such as this. Normally I would've just sent my men out to kill you, maybe even doing it myself, but I sensed one of my children was with you, so I thought it bared further investigation and then when I realized she herself was a hunter, put on the performance we did to bring her into the fold and ensure the safety of me and my men."
Dean looked down at the dead body of the man who had pretended to be the Alpha and said, "How's that working out for you?"
The next thing Dean was aware of is a sharp sting on his face as the Alpha slapped him, hard, sending him back several feet. Then she looked down at the body, almost mournfully, shaking her head, and said, "Pour Jean-Paul. He was always one of my favorites. " Looking up slightly she continued, "He was the one I told you about, the one who cut off my finger. But he's been loyal to ever since I turned him." Then turning her attention to the three hunters and said, "Now I just have to figure out what to do with you three." She walked around them, looking rather thoughtful. Then she grabbed Dean's wrist, and pulled him away from the group. Dean struggled against her, pulling away, but she was too strong, and while that was going on, Sam shouted, "Let go of him!" and the almost exact same time Mercy was shrieking, "Leave him alone!," both of them reaching out, but the Alpha slapped them away, nearly sending the slight Mercy to the ground. Sam caught her before she fell.
"Oh, don't worry," The Alpha said, flinging Dean to the other side of the room, "I'm not gonna hurt him. Not, yet at least. I just think you made the right choice and bringing him me over Sam." Looking at Sam, the Alpha said, "Sorry."
"So, what you're gonna turn me?" Dean asked.
"Yes," The Alpha answered, "Though I do have a few other things to deal with first." She opened the door and called out, "Nathan, Cecilia, Jonathan!" Within a few moments three werewolves in their human forms, the one who had addressed the Alpha earlier, a curvy woman with dark hair that went to her shoulder blades, and a man who was thin to the point of gauntness his whole body pale, were at the doorway, waiting to do their creator's bidding.
Gabbing Dean's arm she threw them at Nathan and Cecilia and commanded, "Lock him up somewhere secure, and keep him restrained. I'm not taking any chances." Then taking a tight hold on Mercy's arm, dragged her over to Jonathan, while Mercy kicked and screamed, "Let go of me!"
"Take Mercy and put her with the other new ones," The Alpha commanded, handing her off the one Mercy assumed was Jonathan, then sounding almost ruefully said, "I hoped I could get her to come around without this, but it looks like that isn't going to be the case."
She turned back to Sam as her soldiers tried to drag their struggling captives away. "Now," The Alpha said, strutting over to Sam with a crooked little smile on her face as he tried to back away, "That leaves you. The odd man out. Sorry, but I don't really have a use for you, which leaves only on option, I'm afraid." Her face started to grow into a muzzle of shorts, with a mouth of fangs, already curved fingernails became claws and she seemed to actually grow a few inches in height. She was about to bear down on Sam when Mercy was able to break free from Jonathan's hold and ran between the two shouting, "Stop!"
Unlike regular werewolves, the Werewolf Alpha could control herself while in her monster form. Curious at what her reluctant daughter would do she halted in her attack.
Mercy's mine raced. She needed to find a way to stall the Alpha, to get them all out of there. Her eyes darted around the room for any possible way of escape. There was none. There was only one exit and it was blocked by the werewolves that had Dean, and they had a pretty strong hold on him. If she and Sam tried to run and get to a window or something he'd probably be killed in retaliation. And even if there wasn't that, they'd be intercepted before they could get out. And on top of all that she wasn't sure how much time she had left because the Alpha was starting to look impatient and bored. That gave her an idea. If this idea worked, Mercy would probably die, but it would give her friends a chance to escape. "I want to make a bet with you." Mercy said quickly.
The Werewolf Alpha cocked her hand, then started to slowly convert back to her human form. "What sort of bet?" She asked, when she was fully human again.
"I bet," Mercy began, trying to keep up her courage, "That I can take you on in the woods and our monster forms and survive and maybe even win."
The Werewolf Alpha was silent for a minute, thinking the wager over, then said, "And I bet that I'll kill you."
"I kinda figured that," Mercy said, her heart thumping so hard she thought it would pop out of her chest at any moment.
"And I suppose that, as with most bets, there are some sort of stakes." The Werewolf Alpha replied.
"If I win, you let all three of us go," Mercy said, "Me, Sam and Dean, and you don't turn them or kill us, and you stop building up your army and you leave me alone." She really hopped she wasn't pushing her luck.
"Tell you what," The Alpha said, "I'll meet a halfway. If you win, I'll meet your terms of letting the three of you go unharmed and leaving you alone, but I am not stopping building my army."
"I can live with that," Mercy said.
"Oh, and if I win," The Alpha began, " I turn Dean, and eat Sam's heat. Unless somehow you survive the night but I'm still alive, then you do it and come into the fold."
"Deal," Mercy said, her voice determined. She knew she probably wouldn't make it out of this alive, but at least this would buy Sam and Dean some time and maybe they could escape.
The Alpha smiled cruelly. "Change of plans," She said, turning to her werewolves, "Take the boys and lock them up." As she flung Sam at Jonathan who quickly pinned the young man's arms behind his back, she continued, "I want them in separate rooms, restrained and guarded. I'm not taking any chances with those two." Then she turned her attention back to Mercy. "As for you, dear Mercy," She gently brushed a strain of hair out of Mercy's face, "You are staying with me until nightfall. "
"Nightfall," Mercy repeated, "That's when this is gonna go down?"
"Yes," The Alpha confirmed, "After the sun goes down, then we'll fight."