Unforgiven Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! This is a pretty long chapter and I'm so, so excited for you guys to read it. All scenes in italics represent flashbacks :) So, grab a snack and enjoy! Don't forget to leave a review. Love y'all.

It had been a few weeks since the dragon case, and Angela was finally back on the road with the boys, much to Sam's dismay. She had finally gotten her stitches taken out and was now using a pair of crutches instead of the wheelchair. Angela was on research duty of course, and Sam made sure that she didn't strain herself physically.

Currently, Sam and Dean were out grabbing food and Angela was on the bed she shared with Sam. She was on her laptop, bored out of her mind from being cooped up in the motel room. Suddenly she heard a flutter of wings and looked over to see Castiel.

Angela immediately closed her laptop and grinned at the angel. "Cas!" She exclaimed happily. "What are you doing here?"

Castiel walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "I came to check on you." He replied. "You seem to be healing nicely."

Angela nodded and smiled. "Thank you." She replied sincerely. "But you didn't come here just to tell me how good I look, did you?"

Castiel sighed deeply. "I don't understand why you won't just let me heal you…"

"Castiel, we've had this discussion." Angela reminded him. "You're dealing with a war in heaven and you need all the strength you can get. I have no issue healing naturally."

Castiel let out another sigh. "You have told me that friends help each other out…Let me help by taking away your injuries." He tried to persuade her.

Angela smiled softly, she appreciated the fact that Castiel wanted to help her. "If I let you heal my injuries will you stop worrying so much?"

"It would make me feel better, yes," Castiel replied with a nod.

Angela nodded. "Okay, okay. Plus, I have missed being out and about." She admitted with a small smile.

Castiel smiled a small, victorious smile. Angela was known to be stubborn as hell sometimes. Castiel lightly put his fingers to her forehead and within moments all of her injuries were healed.

"Thank you, Cas." Angela said sincerely. "I really appreciate it." She added, hugging him tightly. She pulled away and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. "You know, you should stay so you can see Sam and Dean when they get back…"

Castiel looked away and shook his head. "No. Dean is still…upset with me."

Angela sighed. "Look, I don't agree with you telling Sam about the past year either, but, what's done is done. As long as Sam's okay, everything's good."

"I'll keep in touch, Angela," Castiel replied, not addressing what she had just said.

Angela was about to say something, but Castiel suddenly disappeared. She sighed deeply and shook her head. She stood up and walked to the fridge just as Sam and Dean entered the room.

Sam frowned when he saw Angela standing up. He set a bag of food down on the table and quickly walked over to her. "Baby, what are you doing up without your crutches?"

She took out a bottle of water and looked up at Sam. "I'm fine. Cas came by and healed me." She assured. She spun around and grinned. "See? Good as new!"

"Cas didn't wanna stick around?" Dean cut in as he took out a burger from one of the bags.

Angela shook her head. "No, but he said he'd keep in touch." She replied. "Any word from Bobby?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, we talked to him on our way back." He replied with a mouthful of food.

"Oh, yeah?" Angela raised a brow. "You guys got anything else on this 'Mother of All' thing?"

Sam shook his head and sighed. "No, nothing solid. Bobby says it's quiet."

Angela's brows furrowed together. "Quiet like quiet or quiet like too quiet?"

Sam's cell phone dinged, announcing a new text.

Dean shrugged. "When is it ever just quiet."

Angela nodded in agreement. "Right."

Sam checked his cell phone and saw that he had received a text message of coordinates. "Huh."

Angela leaned over and peered at his phone curiously. "What are these, coordinates? Who's it from?"

"I have no idea," Sam replied. He went to the table and opened his computer to look up the coordinates.

"Well?" Dean raised a brow.

"Uh, Bristol, Rhode Island, where three women disappeared in the last week," Sam explained. "Apparently, the, uh, victims seemed to vanish into thin air."

"Could be something." Angela nodded. "Who's the text from?"

"I don't know," Sam replied. "It just kept ringing."

"What's that about?" Dean frowned.

Sam shrugged. "Could be another hunter looking for backup, throwing us a case?" he suggested. "Who knows how many hunters I even met, working with the Campbells, you know? But I think we should go."

"Whoa, wait," Dean said. "We're just gonna drop everything?"

"Dude, two minutes ago, you weren't doing anything," Sam argued.

"Look, babe…it's just… some random person is sending you mysterious coordinates? Doesn't that throw up some red flags to you?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. Maybe." Sam sighed. "But that doesn't mean we can just ignore a bunch of missing girls. Right?"

Angela looked at Dean and then back at Sam. "Okay. We'll check it out."

"But if things get squirrelly, we dump out, okay?" Dean added.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela drove by a sign welcoming them to Bristol, Sam flashed back briefly to when he was last there. Dean looked at him, concerned.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing." Sam lied.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were sitting at a table in a local restaurant. The table was covered with newspaper clippings and leaflets.

"Well, freak's got a type—brunettes," Dean said as he looked through the missing persons leaflets. "Whoa. This one's got a little bit of a wild side." He smirked as he showed the picture to Sam and Angela. "It's all in the eyes. See it?"

Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Alright, well, aside from your little deep insight there, these women actually have nothing in common." She explained. "Different jobs, different friends, different everything. So, what's the connection?"

"I don't know." Dean shrugged. "Why don't you two figure it out? I'm gonna hit the poop deck." He smirked as he stood up. He headed to the bathroom, marked with the sign 'poop deck'.

"Agent Roark?" Someone asked. A woman, who seemed to be with her husband, had approached Sam and Angela. "It's good to see you again." She smiled.

Sam tried to hide his confusion and nodded. "It is."

"Oh, you remember my husband?" The woman asked, gesturing to the man next to her.

"Right." Sam nodded.

"Don." The woman clarified.

"Of course, right." Sam smiled slightly. "Um, hi."

"So, you're back 'cause it started again, right—the disappearances?" The woman asked.

"Yes, we are." Angela cut in. She shook the woman's hand and then Don's. "I'm one of Agent Roark's new partners. If you two hear anything, please let us know."

The woman's brows furrowed. "What happened to your old partner?" she asked Sam. "The big bald guy? Agent Wynand, right?"

Sam was about to say something, but Dean walked up.

"Sex rehab," Dean interjected. "Yeah, you've heard of plushies, right?"

"This is, uh—this is my other new partner." Sam smiled.

"Hi. Pleasure." Dean said as he shook the woman's hand. "How're you doing? Hi." He smiled as he shook Don's hand. He looked at Sam and Angela. "Uh, so, Agents, we should, uh—

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"Of course." The woman smiled at Sam flirtatiously. "Uh, nice chatting with you, Agent Roark."

"You too." Sam nodded.

The woman touched Sam's shoulder before she left, and Sam flashed back to when they last met.

~/~\~

Sam kissed the woman roughly and lifted her onto the sink. He pushed her dress up as he continued kissing down her neck.

The woman threw her head back slightly. Sam pulled away to look at her and the woman smirked at him.

"Cuff me." The woman whispered seductively.

~/~\~

Angela clenched her jaw as the woman walked off. "I don't like the way she was looking at you." She muttered.

Dean snorted slightly. "Yeah, she just cougar-eyed you, Sam."

Sam wasn't listening to what Dean and Angela were saying. "I think Samuel and I have worked a case in this town."

"You think?" Dean scoffed. He showed Sam and Angela a polaroid he got from the wall of customers who won the restaurant's eating challenged, which showed Sam and Samuel in the background. "Come on. Let's get the hell out of here."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were in an abandoned house. Dean and Angela were hastily packing up his things.

"Hey, come on." Dean said to Sam. "Hop to, would you?"

Sam sighed. "We can't go."

"Uh, yeah, we can." Dean scoffed.

"No, listen, five guys went missing a year ago," Sam replied. "They never found the bodies. I mean, that's got to be the job me and Samuel worked, right?"

"Great. What difference does it make?" Dean raised a brow.

"A year ago, five guys go missing, and now suddenly all these women go missing," Sam argued. "Something's here. So either we just didn't stop it, or we only thought we did."

"Okay, but why the gender bend, huh?" Dean asked. "First it's dudes. Now it's chicks? That's a totally different M.O."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Who knows? The point is, something's still here."

"Baby, we'll call Bobby," Angela replied as she took his hands in hers. "He can deal with it."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "Why? We can deal with it."

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed. "Sam, there is a reason that hunters don't hit the same town over again—'cause we have a habit of leaving messes behind."

"Right. I agree." Sam replied.

"One of dad's rules—you never use the same crapper twice." Dean recited.

Angela looked at Dean, confused. "Everyone uses the same crapper twice."

"Not us," Dean replied. He rolled his eyes at the looks that Sam and Angela gave him. "You know what I mean."

"Okay, look, this creature is still walking around 'cause of me, right?" Sam argued. "I mean, I let it go. Dad also said, 'you finish what you start'. Okay, I get it."

"Do you?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Sam assured. "You guys are afraid that I'll stroll down memory lane and I'll kick this wall in my head so hard, Hell comes flooding through, right? And then all of a sudden, I'm some drooling mess of the floor."

"It's not a joke, Sam." Angela cut in seriously.

Sam gently took one of her hands in his. "Okay. I know." He murmured. "But listen, what's happening here now, it's because I messed up somehow, in some big way." He explained. "So, every person that gets taken, every person who dies—that's on me. I have to stop it. And you guys would do the same thing."

Angela and Dean shared a look. Angela looked back up at Sam and sighed. "Okay." She conceded. "Dean and I will follow up with the missing girls. You see what you get from the cops."

Sam nodded and pressed a sweet, short kiss to Angela's lips. "I know your injuries are healed, but, be careful." He said softly.

~/~\~

"So, you and Nicole were roommates for a long time?" Angela asked.

The girl nodded. "Since college, but we've been best friends forever."

"Hmm." Dean hummed.

"This whole thing's really surreal." The girl shook her head. "Are you any closer to finding her, or…?"

"We're doing everything we can," Angela assured. "Now, you were with Nicole that night she went missing. Did she say anything?"

"Nothing." The girl sighed. "It's like I told the cops—I wish there was something."

Dean found a business card from 'Agent H. Roark'. "Where'd you get this?" Dean asked, holding up the card.

The girl shrugged. "Oh, Nicole got that from that FBI guy."

Dean glanced at Angela and then looked at the girl. "Agent Roark. About—about yea high?" He asked, gesturing about a foot above his head.

"Yeah, that was him." The girl nodded. "One of the men that disappeared last year lived in our building."

"Right." Dean nodded.

"So, Agent Roark was asking us all questions about it, I guess." The girl shrugged.

Angela raised a brow. "You guess? So, he—he came by here?"

"Oh, he came—by a few times." The girl replied suggestively.

"Did he?" Angela asked, anger bubbling up inside of her. "To, uh…Speak to Nicole."

"Uh…Right." The girl nodded.

"And how would you…characterize their relationship?" Dean asked curiously.

"Relationship?" The girl asked. "No, they weren't having a—

"Just the—the—the tone or the nature of their conversation." Dean clarified.

Nicole paused for a moment. "Well…Loud. And…Athletic."

Angela forced a smile onto her face. "Thank you. I think that's all we need."

~/~\~

Dean and Angela walked out of Nicole's house and to the Impala.

"You okay, Angie?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine." She replied shortly.

"Do you…wanna talk about it?" Dean asked cautiously.

"I just really don't care for hearing about who Sam had sex with while he was soulless," Angela replied. "It just…pisses me off." She added as she got into the passenger's seat.

~/~\~

Sam was walking towards the entrance of the sheriff's station when he was spotted by sheriff Atkins.

Sheriff Atkins aimed his gun at Sam immediately. "Hold it right there!" he yelled. "Stop right there! Hands where I can see them!"

Sam had a quick flashback to when he last encountered sheriff Atkins.

"Get in my car, or you're under arrest." Sheriff Atkins demanded, shaking Sam from his flashback.

"Look—no, sir." Sam pleaded. "Please just hold on for a second. There's been a misunderstanding here."

Sheriff Atkins locked Sam in a cell. "Man, you are dumb as a sack of hair—coming back here after what you did?"

"Look, there's been a misunderstanding here." Sam tried.

"You are not a damn agent, okay?" Sheriff Atkins scoffed. "The FBI never heard of you."

"Just listen." Sam pleaded.

"Where are the bodies?" Sheriff Atkins asked. "Mothers want to bury their loved ones."

"I don't know," Sam replied honestly.

"Where's sheriff Dobbs?" Sheriff Atkins glared.

"I don't know," Sam repeated.

Sheriff Atkins scoffed. "You run out of town soaked in blood—oh and you bash my brains in to do it—and you really expect me to buy that?"

"Look, would you believe that I don't remember anything?" Sam sighed.

"No. But good luck selling it to the judge." Sheriff Atkins replied before he walked off.

~/~\~

Later that night, Brenna Dobbs, a woman with medium-length black hair and light blue eyes, approached Sam's cell nervously.

"What happened to my husband?" Brenna asked.

Sam looked up at her from where he was sitting. "I-I don't know."

"Don't lie to me," Brenna replied. "I know who you are, Sam. I know what you do."

Sam's eyes widened, and he stood up. "What? You do?"

~/~\~

"Let me get this straight—you're not feds." Sheriff Dobbs said. "You actually hunt things."

"We know how it sounds," Samuel assured.

Sheriff Dobbs shook his head. "I'm not sure you do."

"You saw those crime scenes, Roy," Sam interjected. "You really think something human could have taken those guys?"

"What you're saying—it's impossible." Brenna shook her head.

"You know, I'm sorry, I-I don't understand what she's got to do with any of this," Sam said condescendingly.

"She's my wife." Sheriff Dobbs replied. "She works with me at the sheriff's station. You tell something like this to me, you tell it to her, too. Alright, what do you need us to do?"

~/~\~

Sam looked at Brenna. "Your husband—he's the sheriff."

"Was the sheriff, until he vanished…and you vanished." Brenna corrected. "What was I supposed to think? That thing got him, or that you killed him? I just want to know what happened."

"So do I. Believe me," Sam assured. "Something happened to me. I have no memory of being here, ever."

Brenna scoffed slightly. "What is this, Days of Our Lives?" she asked. "You're telling me you have some sort of amnesia?"

"If I knew any of this, would I have stepped foot in this station?" Sam asked. "I'm sorry. I-I don't even know your name."

"If this is some sort of game, you're either incredibly clever or incredibly stupid," Brenna noted.

"I'm telling the truth," Sam said sincerely. "Look…I don't know what happened to your husband. But I can find out."

Brenna still didn't know if she could trust him…But her curiosity got the best of her. "How?"

"If you really know me, then you know that's my job," Sam replied.

"You really don't remember?" Brenna asked.

"No. I really don't." Sam replied.

"I'm Brenna Dobbs." She reintroduced herself.

"Brenna…I'm so sorry about what happened to your husband," Sam replied sincerely. "But I can find answers…Just not from in here."

Brenna reluctantly unlocked the cell door and released Sam. "Come on. Help me find some rope." She instructed. "If it's gonna look like a break-out, you're gonna need to tie me up."

~/~\~

Sam heard someone approaching and drew his gun as he waited by the door.

Dean and Angela walked in and Dean raised a brow.

"Hey, Sam." Dean greeted. "So, how does it feel to be a fugitive again? Hate to say, 'I told you so'."

Sam lowered his gun and scoffed. "You love to say, 'I told you so'."

"Actually, you're right—I do love to say, 'I told you so'," Dean smirked. "So, Angie and I found out something on, uh, 'crazy eyes McGee'. Turns out you two knew each other."

Sam frowned. "What?"

"Biblically." Angela snapped slightly. "We just spoke to her roommate. You sure got around when you didn't have a soul."

Sam took a cautious step towards Angela. "Baby, I—

Angela shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, no, I'm sorry." She sighed. "It wasn't really you. If you had a soul at the time, you wouldn't have done it. I just…Don't like hearing about it."

Sam was about to say something, but the police scanner started to go off.

"Eight Sierra Papa." The voice on the police scanner. "Got a 1057, 1100 block of Hope Street. Over."

"Missing person—another one," Sam commented.

"Okay, alright. Angie and I will go." Dean replied. "You stay."

"Angie's not ready, her injuries were just healed!" Sam argued.

Angela walked over to Sam and took his hands in hers. "Baby, I'll be okay. I'm good as new. Promise."

Sam looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. "Fine." He replied reluctantly. "But keep in touch, okay?"

"Of course." She smiled softly. "But seriously, stay here." She added before she stood on her toes to kiss him.

Sam kissed her back softly and sighed as he pulled back. "Fine, I'll stay here."

~/~\~

"Listen, thank you for your time," Angela told Don. "We're on it."

"Yeah." Don nodded. "Thanks."

Dean and Angela left Don's house and Dean pulled out his phone to call Sam. He sighed and shook his head when he got Sam's voicemail.

"Sam, answer the phone, dammit," Dean said. "We found the connection between the missing chicks. They all banged the same dude—you. It's you, Sam. The texts, the victims, all of it—it's a trap for you. Call me back."

~/~\~

Brenna found Sam in her house and jumped, clearly startled.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Sam said, walking up to her.

"You can't be here!" Brenna exclaimed.

"Okay, p-please just listen." Sam pleaded.

"What happened to Debbie Harris?" Brenna asked.

Sam's brows furrowed. "Debbie?"

"I let you out, and she's just gone." Brenna accused.

"And y-you think I did something to her?" Sam asked.

Brenna shook her head. "I don't know what to think."

Sam shifted slightly. "Look, um, I need your help."

Brenna scoffed and shook her head. "Are you kidding?"

"I need the case files that your husband made about the disappearances last year," Sam explained.

"So go to the station and find it," Brenna replied.

"It's not there," Sam replied. Brenna shot him a look and he sighed. "I broke in and I looked, and it's gone," Sam admitted. "And I have a theory about who might have it. Look, we both want the same thing here, Brenna. I promise. We want to find out what happened last year, and we want to stop what's happening right now."

Brenna let out a reluctant sigh. "The file's upstairs. I'll be right back."

As Brenna left, Sam started to remember the last time he was at Brenna's house with Samuel.

~/~\~

"So, you guys just travel all the time?" Brenna asked. "I mean, you just pick up and go? Doesn't that get hard?"

Samuel shook his head. "Not when you're young—it's great." He shrugged. "Once you got a family, it's a little tougher. Deanna got pregnant, and we didn't know what we were gonna do. But Mary was…She was a blessing." He explained. He suddenly noticed his empty beer.

"There's more in the garage," Roy said as he started to get up.

"Ah, listen, you sit. I'll get it." Samuel replied. He stood up and started to walk to the garage.

Brenna looked at Sam. "He misses her." She commented softly. "You know, at least you two have each other."

"Well, Samuel wasn't really around when I was a kid." Sam shrugged. "We have more of a, uh, business relationship."

"Uh, do you have any other family?" Brenna asked curiously.

"Family just slows you down." Sam shrugged.

~/~\~

Brenna shook Sam's shoulder, trying to break him out of the trance. "Sam? Sam?! You alright?"

Sam blinked a few times and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Um…Alright, let's see what you have."

Sam and Brenna started to look through the case files, and Sam started to remember more from his last visit.

~/~\~

"Best guess—it came from an Arachne," Samuel said.

"You ever seen one?" Sam asked.

Samuel shook his head. "No one has—not outside of Crete, not for about 2,000 years."

"Then what do we even know about them?" Sam asked.

"Zip." Samuel sighed. "Just a bunch of guesses and a blurry picture on the side of a Greek vase."

Sam sighed. "So, I gather we got no clue how to kill this thing, huh?"

"I guess we just go at it till something sticks," Samuel replied.

Sam nodded. "Well, I got an idea of where it might be, at least. So far, all the vics have been men in their 30s, and they've all gone missing within a two-mile radius."

"So we just get out and kick bushes," Samuel said.

"No, that'd be a waste of time." Sam shook his head. "I mean, it's all suburban sprawl—hundreds of houses, at least. It could be anywhere."

Samuel looked at where Sam was pointing on the map. "Lonely Pines Park."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "I say we make this thing come to us."

Samuel's brows furrowed. "How do we do that?"

~/~\~

Sam blinked a few times and gathered himself. "Hey, um, Brenna, do you mind if I—if I, um, borrow all this stuff for a couple of hours?"

Brenna shot him a confused look. "Um, okay, I guess." She replied hesitantly. "You really don't remember Roy, do you?" She asked softly. "He was a good man. I've made peace that he's dead. I have. But I just want to know what happened."

Sam paused for a moment. "I'm sure he died a hero." He replied sincerely. Sam left the house and checked his voicemail. He listened to Dean's message as he walked and was transfixed by a spider web. He jumped when he was tapped on the shoulder and raised his gun.

"Whoa, whoa." Dean held his hands up.

Sam lowered his gun and rolled his eyes. "I almost shot you guys…Again." He replied. "What the hell?"

"Well, we figured you'd come and talk to her," Angela replied, hands on her hips. "We told you to stay home, babe. Did you get Dean's message? Come on. We need to get you out of here."

~/~\~

"Well, we know that this is a monster with opposable thumbs and unlimited text messaging, and we know that it wants to kill you specifically." Dean sighed. "Does that about cover it?"

"It's an Arachne," Sam replied.

"A what?" Dean raised a brow.

Sam sighed and paused for a moment. "I remembered."

"You remembered?" Angela raised a brow. "Uh, what else have you remembered?"

"Angie, don't worry," Sam assured. "I-it's got nothing to do with Hell."

Angela shook her head. "Not yet, anyway."

"What can I do?" Sam shrugged. "The stuff is just starting to come back, alright? Maybe it's natural."

"We're leaving," Dean said seriously.

"No, we can't," Sam argued.

"We are not the only hunters on the planet, okay?" Angela snapped. "We can call Bobby. He and Rufus could come and wrap it up."

"How?" Sam sighed. "It could be anyone, we got jack for leads."

"We know that it hates you," Dean replied.

Sam let out a frustrated sigh. "I know who did this. I just—I can't remember."

"I don't think you get the risk here, Sam," Angela interjected.

"Yes, I do," Sam assured.

"Really?" Angela asked. "Every time you scratch that wall, you're playing Russian roulette! I-I can't lose you, okay? Not again. I just got you back." She said, her voice wavering.

Sam's eyes softened, and he pulled her into a warm hug. "I get that you and Dean are worried." He murmured. "And I know what you think is gonna happen. But you know what? It will or it won't."

"Sam—

"Look, I'm starting to think that—that I might have done some bad stuff here." Sam interrupted. "And so I don't care if it's dangerous, Angie. I have to set things right, 'cause I got a frigging soul now, and—and it won't just let me walk away. I'm staying here. And I need you and Dean to back me up." He explained. "Please."

Angela pulled away and looked back Dean.

Dean sighed and nodded. "Alright." He conceded. "Why not? Well, let's 'memento' this thing, shall we?"

Angela noticed the faraway look in Sam's eyes. "You okay?"

~/~\~

Sam was on the phone. "That's right. Yeah, Lonely Pines Park, one hour. Thanks, Roy." He said before he hung up. "Alright."

Samuel eyed him. "Are you sure about this?"

"The Arachne's been snacking on mid-30s guys." Sam shrugged. "We need bait that fits the demo. I'm too young. You're too old."

"89 and counting," Samuel replied. "I still think that we should have looped Roy in on the plan."

"Do we want a credible performance, or don't we?" Sam raised a brow.

"But what if something goes wrong?"

"Roy's a big a boy," Sam assured. "He'll be fine. Trust me."

Samuel paused. "It's just…not the way I'm used to doing things."

"Got it." Sam nodded. "Welcome to the future. Let's go."

~/~\~

"Let's hope this thing's hungry," Sam mumbled.

Roy was suddenly attacked by the Arachne. He screamed and yelled for help as he was taken away.

"Let's split up, look for him," Samuel suggested.

"No, no, wait." Sam stopped him. "It's too late."

"Let's go!" Samuel snapped.

"They're gone, Samuel!" Sam replied. "Look—it's okay. I turned on the GPS on Roy's cell."

Samuel rolled his eyes. "In English, please."

"We can track them back to wherever she goes," Sam explained.

"So, what, Roy's just some redshirt to you, just spider bait?" Samuel accused.

"No, no, of course not," Sam replied. "This is my backup plan."

Samuel shook his head. "My God, son, you're about as cold as they come. You know that?"

Sam ignored the comment. "Let's go."

Sam and Samuel followed the GPS back to where the Arachne was hiding. They found several men trapped in spider-webbing.

Samuel started to cut through the webbing and shook his head. "Poor bastard."

The man trapped in the web suddenly gasped for air, and the other trapped victims did the same.

"Help me." Roy groaned. "I can't…Feel…"

Sam rushed over to Roy. "Roy, hey, where is she?" Sam asked.

Sam was thrown back by the Arachne and he groaned in pain. He kicked the Arachne and she staggered back. Samuel shot her, and she threw him across the room as well. Sam sliced off the Arachne's head with a machete.

"Well, I guess decapitation works," Samuel commented. "Roy. You're gonna be okay. Just hang in there. We're gonna get you some help." He assured. He looked at Sam. "Listen, if we can get him to the hospital quick—

"He can't be helped." Sam interrupted.

Samuel frowned. "What?"

"I don't know about Arachne, but I do know about spiders," Sam replied. "One brown recluse bite can kill you. This thing? Look at these guys—that poison's eating them alive. They're just dead men walking."

"So, what are you saying?" Samuel asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I'm saying we put him out of his misery," Sam replied as he pulled out his gun.

"Sam…Please," Roy begged.

"Killing this thing saved a lot of lives," Sam replied. "We couldn't have done it without you."

"No." Roy pleaded weakly.

"You're a hero," Sam assured. He shot Roy in the head and moved on to execute the other victims. "We can't just leave the bodies here. Get the gasoline."

~/~\~

Sam shook himself from the memory. He looked at Dean and Angela. "I know what happened."

~/~\~

"What are you gonna say to Brenna?" Dean asked.

"Relax, Dean," Sam replied. "Hey, Brenna, it's—it's Sam." He said into the speaker. "I'm just checking in. Yeah, of course, I can swing by. Okay. Yeah. Bye."

"What was that about?" Angela asked curiously.

Sam put his phone in his pocket and shrugged. "She wants me to swing by."

"For?" Dean raised a brow.

"She said it's no big deal, but I can tell she's in deep trouble," Sam replied.

~/~\~

"Dean, Angie, back door," Sam whispered.

"Light's on in the shed," Dean commented. "My spidey senses are tingling."

"Shh." Sam hushed.

"Sam?" Brenna asked suddenly.

"Brenna? Hey." Sam replied.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. "What you did to Roy…Is it true?"

Roy attacked Dean, then Angela. He then grabbed Sam by the throat. "Answer the question, Sam." He snarled.