When the group arrived back at the bunker they saw Andy chatting up a brunette in they didn't recognized dressed in jeans and a brown leather jacket. Next to the girl were two men: One in his thirties dressed in a suit strait out of Mad Men, the other in his fifties with a completely hairless head.
"No," Dean said, parking the car by the side of the road and getting out.
"There they are," Andy said, when he saw them coming, " Guys, this is Ida Marie. She's with the London Chapterhouse. Apparently they found your Grandfathers, as you can see over there."
"Sorry," Ida Marie said, tentively walking up next to Andy, "I didn't realize you weren't home, and then-"
"It's alright." Dean said, tensely, "Where'd you find them?"
"Mr. Campbell was found in Alabama, Mr. Winchester on the border with Canada." Ida Marie replied, having a staring contest with the ground.
"I don't know what they told you, but we don't bite." Mary spoke up, feeling bit sorry for the girl, who couldn't be more than 21, in all likelihood she was younger than that.
Ida Marie finally made eye contact. "I was told to bring them here, and I like I said when I arrived I didn't realize you had gone, and then Andy showed up, and we started talking and then you-"
"We get it, honey," Mary said, "We probably should be getting them inside, so if you don't need anything else-"
"Oh, I don't," Ida Marie replied, "I'll leave you all to it, then. Lovely meeting you. Best of luck." Then she hurried off to her car.
The group walked into the bunker, Mary saying, "I'm sure you have lot a questions."
"Well, that girl explained some it," Samuel began, "But there are still some blanks you could fill in."
At point Dean pulled out a knife, bringing it down towards Samuel's throat. However, before the knife reached his destination, Mary leapt in-between them, grabbing his wrist. "Dean!" She screamed, struggling to keep her stronger son's arm away, "What are you doing?!"
"You don't know what he did!" Dean shouted, backing away, "He sold both us out, me and Sam."
"I did it to save you." Samuel said, looking at Mary, "Besides, how many lives have been destroyed in Dean and Sam's psychotic need to save each other?" He looked at Dean and added, "Where is Sam, anyway? Need his big brother to rescue him again? Tell me, Dean, does your mother know half the things that boy did? Well, I guess not, she's still here."
Enraged even more, Dean lunged at Samuel, only for Henry and Cas to grab him by his arms, holding him back. "You got this?" Cas asked.
"I think so," Henry said, clamping down tighter as the angel let go.
He walked over to Samuel and grabbed his lower arm. "I think the dudgeon might be the safest place for him right now." As the pair walked away he murmured, "It's also the safest for everyone else."
"Guess we know who's side you're on." Samuel quipped.
"Don't play the victim here." Castiel snapped, "I may not have been there for all of it, but I was there for the important parts, and let me tell you, how someone like you creates someone like that woman back there is a riddle for the ages."
At that point Emma appeared from her hiding place, walking up to the majority of the group. "What was that all about?" She asked, "Who did you just try to kill?"
"His own grandfather, my father." Mary answered, crossing her arms. To say she was not happy with her son at the moment was an understatement.
"What?!" Emma exclaimed.
"Yeah, " Andy spoke up awkwardly, "I'm gonna go-put the milk up."
As Andy hurried away, Emma turned to her father. "Aren't you the one who's always saying nothing's more important than family?"
"Family doesn't always mean blood, just look at Cas," Dean replied, "Look, a few years ago, that demon I mentioned to you, Crowley, he brought Samuel back from the dead, and had him use Sam, and me, then when we tried to get out of it, he sold us down the river and left us to die."
Mary shook her head. "There had to be something else going on," She reasoned, "He had to have been tricked." Catching sight of Henry she asked, "And who is he? Ida said he was a Winchester?"
"Right, you never met," Dean said, "Mom, this is-Dad's Dad, Henry Winchester, Henry this is-this is our mom, Mary."
"Please to meet you," Henry said, extend a hand to Mary, "John had very good taste, apparently."
Mary rejected the hand, turning back to Dean. "But him you trust?" She asked, "Dean-"Mary lowered her voice saying, "You said he was a Man of Letters, that means he's part of the organization that shot Sam, kidnapped and tortured Emma, not to mention he walked out on your father-"
"It was an accident." Dean replied, "He tried to get back, and hey, he died helping me save Sam."
Mary was quiet for a minute. Then she turned to Henry and said, "Thank you for that." Then she turned back to Dean and said, "I'm gonna go check on my dad, and we'll talk about this when you've calmed down."
She walked away, leaving Dean, Henry and Emma alone. "Dad, I get that your mad," Emma tried, "But he said himself he was only trying to save his daughter, and hey, I tried to kill you too and you didn't-"
"That was different, Emma." Dean cut her off, "Look, when I met him, when he was brought back the first time, he had this group of people hunting with him, cousions of ours. By the time he was through they were all dead. He talks a big game about family, but at the end of the day he only cares about himself. He's not to be trusted under any circumstances, and I don't want you anywhere near him."
Emma could tell her father was beyond serious, so she simply said, "Okay."
"Good." Dean said, patting her on the shoulder, "Now, let me introduce to the great-grandfather, I don't mind you meeting. Henry, this is Emma, my daughter."
"Oh," Henry said, "I do not recall seeing her the last time we met."
"I was dead, too." Emma said, "It's a long story."
Henry's eyes widened. After his regained his composure, he said, "Yes, Ms. Ida Marie gave me and Mary's father the impression that we both had died and raised from our graves."
"Yeah, about that," Dean began, "What do you know about the Darkness?"
"It's a legend." Henry replied, "And an obscure one at that."
"Actually she's God's sister," Dean explained, "We reunited the two, and apparently as some sort of thank you they keep bringing people we lost back to life, though I have to question her wisdom on bringing back the guy in our dudgeon."
Henry's eyes widened again, and he looked completely shocked.
"So, Dad says you were part of the American Men of Letters." Emma spoke up.
"Yes, though my career was cut short." Henry replied.
"Were they as psychotic as the British ones?" Emma asked.
Henry chuckled. "No, no we were not. In fact, they scared us a little."
Glad that they seemed to be getting along, Dean said, "Well, while you two get better aquatinted, I'm gonna go check on Andy." As he walked away he turned back briefly and said, "You know, if you wanted to stay home alone, you could've just asked."
"I tried." Emma replied, "You said no."
"Yeah." Dean said awkwardly, before turning away.
Emma turned back to Henry. "Now," He said, "I'm sure you more questions about the American Men of Letters than our sanity?"
When Dean found Andy he was struggling to get the milk jug into the fridge. "You need some help?" Dean asked.
Startled, Andy jumped back, dropping the jug of milk.
"Did you really believe we needed milk that badly?" Dean asked.
"Well, Emma grew up in about a day," Andy reasoned, "For all I know that had some effect on her bones and she needs more calcium."
"She doesn't." Dean said, "You want a ride home?"
"Yes, please." Andy replied, sensing that an implosion was about to happen.
Meanwhile, Mary had gone down to the dudgeon and was letting her father out.
"I really don't think this is a good idea, Mary," Cas said as he watched Mary embrace her father.
"Cas, can you leave us alone for a minute?" Mary requested as she pulled back.
"Sure." Castiel replied, walking away, "But if you need me, I'll be nearby."
Once they were alone, Mary looked into her father eyes and asked, "Dad, is what Dean said true? Did you try to kill them?"
Samuel closed his eyes for a minute, then opened them. "Look, Mary, I know they're your sons, but you can't trust them. They were raised by a nut job who completely messed up their heads."
Mary backed up a little. "He did the best he could." Mary argued, "When I came back I was so mad I didn't think I would ever get over it, but I've made my peace with it. Which at the rate people are coming back to life around here is probably a good thing."
The two stared at each other for a moment in silence. At last Mary said, "I'm gonna check on Emma. She 's alone with Henry, and I'm still not so sure about him."
When Mary re-entered the main area of the bunker, she found Emma alone, thumbing through a book. "Emma?" She began, "Where's Henry?"
"He went looking for Dad." Emma answered, "Said he'd been gone too long."
Just then the door opened and Dean appeared on the stairs. They all stared at each other a moment then Dean said, "What?"
"Dean, Henry told Emma he was going to look for you." Mary said.
"I was dropping Andy off at his place." Dean said.
"Okay, me and Emma will take the right, you take the left." Mary said, running off with Emma.
While for different reasons Dean thought that finding Henry was a good idea so he went off in the direction Mary said.
"Henry?" Dean called out, walking through the hallway, "Henry! You're starting to freak everyone out." I'm also started to get a sense of De ja vu.
Suddenly Dean heard moaning and starting running. He turned the corner and stopped, finding to his horror, Henry stabbed and bleeding on the floor