"Come on, Hannah, pick up, pick up." Sam pleaded, "Can't you drive any faster?"

They were five of them loaded in the car, Charlie, Sam and Jody in front, Magda and Adam in the back, while Jody behind the wheel.

"I'm going twenty over the speed limit!" Jody exclaimed, "If I go any faster, the car is going to crash and then where will we be? Just—keep calling."

Sam didn't have to be told twice. "Come on, come on, please, God…"

"Are you going to behave?" Jacob asked, standing up from his seat in cabin of the plain, which was set up more like someone's living room with stiff dark leather chairs and a couch.

Hannah shook her head. She was frightened and tired and uncomfortable to but it mildly and all she wanted to do was go home. She wanted to put her head against Sam's chest and listen to his heartbeat. She wanted to hug her children and never let them go ever again. But there was no way she was giving her captors the satisfaction of submitting.

"Shame," Jacob commented, partly to her, partly to himself as he unstopped a decanter of something clear and pouring it into a cut crystal tumbler, "I was hopping we could cut you lose, now that we're up in the air, but if you're going to kick up a big fuss…"

While it hadn't missed her attention that they had taken off, it was only when Jacob said that, that it occurred to Hannah that defying them might not be the best strategy, when she was bound and helpless, de powered, heavily pregnant, thousands of feet off the ground with no allies, completely at her captor's mercy. Maybe she should at least pretend to be cowed for now.

Jacob crouched down in front of Hannah reaching out pulling the gag out of Hannah's mouth, as well as the gauze. All she could do was let out a ragged breath.

"Here." Jacob offered, raising the glass to Hannah lips.

Hannah took a sip. It was water, cool and oh so good against her dry lips and ragged throat. She gingerly took another sip.

"There," Jacob commented, moving the glass back, "Better?"

"Yes, thank you." Hannah lied, trying to stay calm, "W-where are my sons? What did you do to them?"

Jacob took a white handkerchief. "You don't need to worry about them." He began, whipping her face, to which she offered no resistance," Your friend Abigail insisted they weren't to be harmed. She drugged them. They're perfectly safe, none the wiser." Finishing, he looked at his handiwork. "She cleans up nice, don't she, brother?"

"Sure does." Elton agreed, "I got to tell you, you're lucky." Though their father hadn't said anything yet, but he was sure that she would be given to Jacob as his brood mare. They never did that with them, but still, she would certainly pretty up the place.

"What does that mean?" Hannah asked a thrill of panic wrecking her composure, "Why are you doing this? What do you want? Please, we don't—we don't have a lot of a money." That was why humans kidnapped each other, right? Well, there were other reasons, worst reasons, but she was trying to keep from thinking about those right now, because that might send her over the edge completely.

Elton chuckled. "Look around you. Do you really think we need to pull ransom jobs?"

"Then why?" Hannah responded, trying to stay calm and failing.

"We got big plans for you." Jacob told her, then reached out and rubbed Hannah's stomach, "Big plans for her."

That caused Hannah to lose it. "No!" She screamed, fighting against the restraints, "Please! Don't hurt me! Don't hurt my child!"

"Clam down, clam down," Jacob told her, "That's not what I meant at all. In fact, hurting you or that little miracle inside you is the furthest thing for our minds. In fact, we want both of you as part of our…very special family." He paused, then continued, "You know, I might have gotten a little ahead of myself. I'm Jacob Styne, as you might have gathered, this is my brother, Elton."

Elton waved, as if this was some sort of normal, friendly conversation.

"And the one thing you need to know right now about us is the family specialty." Jacob pulled down his shirt, revealing several long surgical scars, "Bioengineering. Surgical enhancement. My brother over there has two hearts, both of us have a bunch of extra muscle, especially in the legs. Every man in the families have a little something done. Ladies, too. Elton, remind me, how many eyes did Aunt Henrietta go through before the old man cut her off?"

"I don't know." Eton admitted, "The woman was obsessed."

Turning his attention back to Hannah, Jacob continued. "But that's not the only way we keep ourselves in prime condition. We're also very particular about our breeding. Now, we usually don't have much time for celestial powers, but… a Nephilim, the strength of an angel, the powers but without most of the weaknesses? Oh, that would bring us to a whole 'nother level. And then Miss Shaw or whatever her real name was, comes and tell us that an angel in a female form has not only manage to conceive, but carry the child, almost to term. And that means, you can do it again. As many times as we need…."

Hannah felt like she was going to be sick as she realized what he was saying. They were going raise her baby as part of their deprave mad scientist clan while using her as breeding stock. "No." She sobbed, quietly, then she got lower, "No! Please! My husband—he's—he's bound to have realized something's wrong by now—"

"Oh, your husband is not a problem anymore." Jacob told her.

"No." Hannah said softly, "No! No, you're lying, he's not—"

"Nothing personal darling." Jacob told her, "We just needed him out of the way to get to you, and couldn't risk him trying some cute little rescue mission. "

Hannah was quiet, processing what was said. It wasn't true. Sam wasn't dead. She wouldn't believe that until she was looking at his body. They didn't know Sam like she did. They didn't know what he had already defeated, his will of iron. Whatever they sent at him; he could fight it. And he would come for her.

Until then, she had to do what she could on her end.

Sam burst, through the door of the bunker, on edge, gun drawn. "Hannah?!" He called out, "Hannah?!"

They spread out, searching the halls. As Sam went down the hall, calling out the names of his wife and children, a little voice called out, "Daddy?"

That was when he saw the chair in front of the boys' door.

Sam ran for it as the boy's calls became louder. He quickly pulled it about, throwing the doors open and saw both boys standing there, sleepy-eyed, like they had just taken up from a particularly long nap, but unharmed.

"Oh, thank God." Sam breathed scooping them both up to his arms and holding to his chest, "Are you alright?"

"You're squishing me!" Dean protested.

"You're squishing me, too!" Castiel added.

"I'm sorry," Sam apologized frantically, pulling him, "Daddy's so, so, sorry."

Sam ran through the halls, back the stacks just as the others arrived. "We got nothing." Charlie announced, "They're gone. "Then she saw the boys, "Are—"

"Yeah, yeah, they're okay." Sam confirmed breathlessly.

"Where's Mommy?" Dean pipped up.

Sam froze. What did he tell them?

"Okay," Jody began taking the boys. "We're going to see Magda while you Dad and Aunt Charlie talk, okay?" Then before they could protest, Jody spirted them up the stairs.

"Sam, listen to me." Charlie urged, "She's fine, okay? She's alive. Adam told us, they need her and the baby, alive. That means they have a vested interested in keeping her safe. And she's a fighter. She'll do what she has to, to keep herself and the baby safe until we can find her. Which we will, but you need to focus."

Sam took a deep breath. He knew Charlie was right, he needed to keep it together. And he could. And he would. "We need to get the boys somewhere safe, somewhere Abigail wouldn't know, in case they come back. "While Adam couldn't give them a straight answer, at this point he was sure Abigail had betrayed them.

Just then the door opened, revealing Tabbris freshly arrived on the scene. "I got your messages." Tabbris told them, running down the stairs. "Did they hurt the kids?" He asked urgently.

"No." Sam assured, "No I think she must have drugged them so they wouldn't be in the way."

Tabbris handed a list to Charlie. "Here. It's a list of all Gail's aliases."

Charlie took them and set to work.

Back on the jet, Hannah watched Jacob from the corner of the eyes as he flipped a ring he had taken off of Abigail's body, over and over in his hands.

"Don't tell you saved that thing?" Elton scoffed.

"The old man's orders." Jacob responded, "Never know when you might need to poison someone."

Elton scoffed. "Oh, sure, that's reason…"

"Elton," Jacob began in a warning tone.

"Oh, come on, Jacob we know for all his bluster about discipline the old man was weak, still is when it comes to Elena." Elton continued, "Says I'm wasteful? When he was through with that girl, there wasn't anything salvageable…"

Suddenly Jacob lept across the cabin and had Elton by the throat. "Whatever you may think, he is still the head of his family and you will give him the respect that title deserves. And you will not discuss private matters in front of her."

Hannah started desperately squirming in her seat, trying to think of some way to get away. They had removed the bindings on her ankles and elbows and loosened the cuffs, but without wings or any other power she might as well still be restrained.

Jacob threw Elton down to the ground. "See? Now look what you've done. You've upset her." He turned back to Hannah, dusting his hands on his pants. "Sorry about that, honey, nasty business."

Back at the Bunker, Reason ran down the stairs. "Okay, Serena Joy took the kids to a friend of a friend of Rawls who has a safe house…several quite possibility… anyway, Rawls is with them, he's got a gun, we kept him somewhat in the dark, but he knows to shoot first and ask questions later."

"Reason, what are you doing back here?!" Sam demanded, looking up, "I told you to get yourself to safety too."

"Not while my friend's out there." Reason insisted.

"These guys are no joke, according to the files we found, these guys have toppled governments, caused disease, destabilized governments, even helped the Nazis before they came to power, and profited off of all of it." Sam told her, "God only knows what they did after the file stops. "

Reason waved a hand few the air and suddenly the files went flying. "I'm not exactly defenseless." She told him, "Just because I don't doesn't mean I can't."

"Alright, then, you're on spell detail." Sam told her, "Abigail's sister's meeting Tova so we can get a DNA sample, but in the meantime if we could find something we could do faster, that'd be better."

Tabbris was standing over Charlie as she searched for any of Abigail's aliases, or any of the signs that happen when Nephilim's born in the aera, when Jody, who had a phone to her hear, touched him on the shoulder to get his attention. "You said one of her aliases was Jenny Low?"

"Yeah, it's character from a book Jane liked." Tabbris explained.

"I might have her!" Jody called out, "According to my source, a woman in a cheap blonde wig checked into a local motel under the name Jenny Low, paid cash."

"Sam!" Reason called out, "I found one we can do."

When they landed at their destination, a freak hail storm broke out.

Elton checked outside and Jacob secured the restraints on Hannah. Apparently they thought she was more of an escape risk on the ground. Once his brother was done he picked her up again saying, "It'll be quickly this way." Hannah 'mmmph'-ed her displeasure at being carried around like a sack of potatoes, but no one seemed to notice or care.

They ran out into the storm where a black car sandwiched in between two police cruisers were waiting for them. They rushed to the middle car, shoving Hannah into the middle of the backseat, they getting in on either side of her before slamming the doors shut. After they were in, Jacob slid Hannah's seat belt over her, clicking it into place. "Safety first." He quipped, putting a hand on Hannah's stomach and just leaving it there as the procession began.

Meanwhile, at their destination, Monroe Styne sat in his office, a cask of holy oil , along with several sheets of Echonian on top his desk, which was littered with print out from the internet of profiles from young women dating, mail order sites, even a couple of readoption sites, as well as several number for various contacts and paperwork to become a foster parent. Jacob hadn't been lying about the Nephilim's birth starting off the next breeding cycle, which meant the patriarch had his work cut out for him. Shifting through profiles, looking for the most aesthetically pleasing, which were of prime child bearing age, the ones who were the most healthy, thought that couldn't be determined for sure until the candidates were in their position, who were least likely to missed, or at least the family wouldn't be able to pursue the matter easily…

Jacob had told a half truth about how the breeding cycle worked. Back in the old days they would have just snatched a girl or bought her off her family, but now a day's people were a bit prickly about that, and not every cop could be brought, and covering up deaths took away valuable time. They did have human trafficking ties that sent the odd girl their way, but for the most part, mail order brides from somewhere far off were the most efficient way to go. Just charm the ladies, get them to the estate, usually under the pretense of a face to face visit, treat any health deficiencies they had, beat off any snooping relatives with notes saying that they were fine, staying of their own free will and were being cared for, the last of which was true, at least until they served their purpose , or get more violent if necessary.

"Sir," A voice, of their soldiers, not an actual member of the family proper, but part of their private army, "You said you wanted to know when they were in bound. They just left the airport."

The windows were too tinted for Hannah to see anything, but she counted the minutes, and it took them roughly fifteen minutes with the police escort. When they opened up the door she could see a large, white mansion, with some sort of glass suture out to the side. The brothers walked her up the front stoop and through the door into an opulent entryway dancing on the line of tasteful and gauche with a grand stairway. Waiting for them, only few feet away in fact, was an older man in a suit. This must be the 'old man' they kept mentioning. Hannah thought, trying to take in as much as she could and memorize any routes she could use to escape or anything she could use as an improvised weapon.

Monroe reached, out taking Hannah's face in her hand, declaring, with a smile on his face. "So, you're our messenger girl. I'm sorry, I just need a moment to look at you." He paused a moment taking her in. "Welcome to your new home."

Hannah pulled her face out of his grasp, mewling beneath the gag.

"She's a bit of feisty one, Sir." Jacob informed him.
"Well, we've dealt with those before. "Monroe said, snapping his fingers and summoning three armed men dressed in suits, and a young woman in a maid's uniform, "Our messenger's had a long journey. Let her freshen up then secure her in her room. I have to prepare for the examination, no reason she can't rest until then."

Examination?! Hannah thought, panicked on top of panic, What kind of examination?! She tried to shout those questions as the men grabbed her, pushing her out of the room.

Hannah fought as best she could as they went down the hall, refusing to move and trying to scream, when suddenly she felt something sharp and hard against her cheek as one of her guards slapped her.

"Shut up and get moving!" The man ordered, "It can get a lot harder on you if you don't straighten up and fly right."

"So, to speak." Another guard added in awkwardly.

I've been captured, betrayed, dragged across the country to who knows where, my husband might be dead, and if he is there's a good my children will die horribly and slowly, and I'm trapped in this V. C. Andrews redneck slasher film nightmare with my unborn child. How do you possibility think it could get any worse?! Hannah thought.

Still, Hannah decided not to test that theory as she was taken to a gleaming white bathroom with a green tile floor. The maid cut her lose, then before Hannah could say anything, wordlessly left the bathroom.

"Of course." Hannah hissed, after removing the cloth from her mouth, stepping into a clawfoot tub and closing the curtain before turning the water. Seeing what looked like a bottle of shampoo, she picked it up, squirted gray liquid in her hand, and then put it in her hair, inhaling the sweet spicy scents of lily of the valley and cinnamon, trying to calm down. She would never get through this if she didn't keep a clear head. There had to be some way, some chink in the armor, some Achilles heel in their fortress that she could exploit.

She rinsed her hair, before wrapping her arm around her womb, cradling the child inside. "Don't worry, little one. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe…."

When Hannah got out of the shower, her clothes were gone, and left in its place was a set of cloud gray and purple underwear, and a violet silk maternity shift with a row of sliver, or at the very least sliver colored, buttons going down the front. No shoes, however, or even socks. Probably intentional.

Hannah quickly got dressed before knocking on the door. "I'm ready."

After the bathroom she was marched through the halls of mansion. They didn't go through all the trouble of binding her again but she still closely surrounded by three armed men each a good head taller than her, and they blind folded her, probably to keep her from taking notice of any escape routes and to disorient her.

Finally, they came to a stop. "Sit down." One of the guards ordered.

Hannah began to comply, but for some reason they still felt the need to shove her down before she was given the chance, and the blindfold was removed. She found herself, sitting on a wooden four post bed in a bed room slightly bigger than hers and Sam's with a table at a bedside, but not much more in the room.

That was when one of the guards picked up a warded shackle connected chain that was tethered to the bed, inching towards Hannah's closest leg.

Realizing where this was going, Hannah pulled back jumping up, only for the guard nearest to her to push her back down. She tried to get up again, only to find herself being pinned down to the bed, hands on her wrist. She struggled against the guard's hold, kicking and actually managing to hit one of them, sending him back, before the floor, slapped her before wrapping his hand around her throat.

"What did I say would happen if you didn't act right?" The guard snarled through gritted teeth, squeezing tighter as Hannah struggled for air.

Just then, a dark-haired bespectacled teenage boy came across the scene, and upon realizing what was happened, ran into the room. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" He exclaimed, trying to get in between them and Hannah, "What are you doing? Get off her!" When that got him nowhere, he paused for a moment then shouted, "That's an order!"

The guard that had attacked Hannah let her go, rounding on the boy. "You think you can just order us around, boy? "He walked towards the teen intimidatingly, "You're not the one in charge around here."

"But the one who is in charge around here won't be pleased if she or that baby is hurt." The teen countered, "Now, my brothers already went to great lengths to avoid damage from air hunger, and then you go and cut her oxygen off. If we wind up with a brain damaged Nephilim on our hands, do you really think either of these guys are going to cover for you? Huh?"

The man's face fell in dawning comprehension. Around here, the phrase 'it's your head' was literal.

In the meantime, one of the other guards picked up the chain and slapped in on Hannah ankle, locking it in place. With that the trio left, the more aggressive one looking like a kicked puppy, leaving Hannah and the boy. "Are you alright?" He asked, "Did they hurt you? Well, obviously, they hurt you, but—re you injured."

Hannah shook her head. "T-Thank you." She finally got out.

"I'll go get you some water." The boy told her, before running out of the room.

Charlie and Jody straggled the motel room door on either side. Charlie sat Jody a look and she nodded. They walked back and kicked, sending the door in.

Lay out on the bed was a young woman with long dark brown hair, who neither of them had any clue who she was. Her wrists were loosely tied to the headboard with coarse brown rope, duct tape covering her mouth and if her listless demeanor and eyes at half-mast were any indication, she had been drugged for good measure.

"Oh my God," Jody gasped, checking for anyone else in the room before hurrying up to the bed with Charlie, quickly beginning to untie the girl.

Charlie ripped the duct tape off her mouth as painlessly as she could. "Are you alright?"

"Stop…her…." The girl began, "You have to stop…. couldn't stop…."

"Okay, okay, what's your name?" Jody asked her gently.

"Mel…. Mel…." Melanie tried to say, but couldn't get out, her speech slurring. She couldn't bring herself to make the effort.

"Who do we need to stop Mel?" Jody asked, "Abigail?"

Melanie nodded.

"Okay, I don't know what she has to do with this, but we're not getting any answers out of her like this." Jody declared, "Look for anything that looks like something Abigail could have given her, we have to get her out of here."

Charlie did what Jody ordered as the older woman picked the until five seconds ago captive up.

"I think I found it." Charlie declared, holding up a glass vial before they fled the room.

Hannah was pacing the room.

It had been about an hour and half since they left her. She thought. There were no clocks in the room, and no had been there to see her since the boy who came to her aid brought her water. She found the chain was long enough to reach the toilet and sink in the half back off to the side, and the door way but not much further. There was also nothing to she could use as a weapon. Well the glass, the water had been delivered in, now drunk dry. It turned out, being nearly choked to death made one really thirsty. Would anyone notice if she broke it?

Just then the boy appeared in the doorway, holding a tray with bone white bowel and cup, steam coming out of both and a crustless sandwich with some sort of dark green sticking out of it on a plate. "I, uh, I thought you might be hungry."

Food was honestly the furthest thing from her mind at the moment, but she sat on the foot of the bed as he sat the tray down beside her, staring at the pale green soup, swirling it with her spoon, pondering the chances of it being drugged.

"It's safe." The boy assured her, taking the spoon and putting a spoonful in his mouth, swallowing, to prove it, "See."

Reclaiming the spoon, Hannah took some and began to take it to her mouth when the teen started to leave. "Wait." She called out, "Please stay. There might—there might be enough here for the both of us."

"Sure." The boy agreed awkwardly. He sat down, cross-legged, but didn't take her offer of sharing the meal.

"You're not a servant." Hannah uttered, a statement, not a question.

"Ah, no." The boy confirmed, not sure how to respond, then changed the subject, "It's, uh, it's Hannah, right?"

"Yes." Hannah answered. There was no point in denying it, they already seemed to know everything about her. Certainly, Abigail had told them. "It seems you the advantage."

"Right," The boy responded, "Ah, Cyrus."

"Cyrus," Hannah repeated, trying the name out in her mouth, "I'd say it was nice to meet you, but, um…"

"Of course." Cyrus agreed soberly. He looked down, unable to look her in the eye. This should 't be happening to her. Didn't their demented family have enough power already?! It wasn't right. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this happened to you. That they…. we…did this to you."

Hannah caught onto the show of shame and remorse. "You're not like the others, are you?"

"What makes you say that?" Cyrus asked, still doing a staring contest with the floor.

"Well, for one thing, I don't see any surgical modifications on you." Hannah began. In fact, if anything, Cyrus looked small, unathletic, plain. "You protected me from the guard, you're also the only one who doesn't seem to think they're doing me and my baby a favor by making me your prize breeding slave and indoctrinating the child into The Devil's Rejects, much less apologized for it." In fact, I'm banking on it.

Cyrus a quiet for a moment, then sighed. "You're right." He admitted finally looking up, "I hate my family. I hate what they do. "He looked around, just to make sure no one was in earshot. "I'm making plans to run away, but it'll be a couple years before I actually act on them. Even then I'll probably just get myself killed."

"Well, Cyrus," Hannah began, "Maybe we could help each other."

The Winnebago had yet to have been moved from the tarmac when Sam and Tabbris arrived. The door still open, the first thing they saw were Abigail, lying in a pool of her own blood, dead eyes still wide from the surprise attack.

"Dammitt." Sam huffed, rubbing his face. They could be anywhere and the only lead was dead!

Tabbris, however, leaned down and touched her on the forehead. Abigail gasped to life, her throat healing. "Oh, Gail, what did you do?"

"It was going to happen all over again I couldn't just stand by and do nothing-" Abigail began to ramble.

"Abigail!" Sam snapped, "What did you do?"

"I followed a trail to Louisiana and found this family, the Stynes, and they said, they could help me." Abigail said, "They said we could take Hannah and they would raise the baby without angels in the picture. Clearly they lied about a few things."

Tabbris couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Oh Gail…."

"Abigail, where did they take her?" Sam demanded, pushing Tabbris aside and leaning in, "Where did they take her?"

Abigail said nothing, just breathing heavily.

"Hey!" Sam snapped, "Considering we found you with your throat slit, they clearly lied to you, which means they're going to keep them both alive, and what you didn't want to happen is going to happen only worst." Plus, worst things. Adam was able to tell them enough to give them a full picture of what the endgame was. Sam had to thought back bile as he thought about what would happen if they failed. What his wife must be going through right now.

Abigail finally met Sam's gaze. "Shreveport."

Back in Shreveport, in spacious lab with a cold metal floor, and walls covered with green and black tile, Monroe Styne, in an unusually good mood, had just finished making sure the sonogram machine was working, when his nephew, Eli , a pale eyed young man with light brown hair, dressed in a rather old time outfit, appeared. "You know, Eli, I can't remember the last time we actually had to use this thing." Monroe began speaking, "I think maybe the end of the last cycle."

"Uncle Monroe, I have some...um, unfortunate news." Eli got out nervously, "We, ah, went to collect the asset and he's gone. There's also no sign of Sam Winchester or his friend, either. I've ah, taken the liberty of dispatching men to comb the forest for them, finish the job if it needs finishing."

"Send more." Monroe ordered, his continence darkening, "And send men to that bunker, if the asset's betrayed us, he might have gone back there to regroup."

"Uncle, we haven't got a way in— "Eli began.

"Then find one!" Monroe snapped, "We're not taking any chances. " Looking off he continued, "Speaking of which, get me those shielding spells. It wouldn't be good if my and the nurse's eyes were burned out mid-operation."

"Yes, sir." Eli agreed, before walking away.

What neither of them realized was Cyrus was pressed up against the door, listening to the whole conversation. When he heard Eli heading towards the door, he ran before he could be caught.

And ran straight to the room where Hannah was being kept. "Okay, I got good news, and I got bad news." Cyrus began, "The good news, your husband's still alive, which means he probably knows what's going on. Or at least that you're missing."

"Oh, thank Father." Hannah breathed.

"The bad news is, Eli's sent men to look for then and finish the job." Cyrus continued, "And Dad also sent men to the bunker."

Sudden Hannah felt like she was going to sick. She ran to the bathroom, lifting the lid and began throwing up. "Abigail shut the door." She declared, trying to reassure herself as much as informing her ally, "It should be locked, and its warded against everything. They won't be able to get in."

I hope so. Cyrus thought, standing by the bathroom door. "More bad news, um, I could 't gets to the keys. I couldn't even find them."

Cupping her hands, Hannah got water from the sink and washed out her mouth. "Then can you get me a bobby pin?"

"That actually works?" Cyrus questioned, surprised.

"In a pinch." Hannah answered, "So, can you?"

"I'll try." Cyrus agreed.

"Also, tape." Hannah instructed, "Something I could wrap around a glass shard. Also, if you could find out anything about someone called Elena, or a sliver ring with a purple stone, amethyst maybe, that would be good. And maybe a map."

"You found what?!" Sam demanded, on the phone with Charlie.

"A woman, we think her name is Mel." Charlie recapped, "She's still too drugged out to give us coherent answers, I guess that's how Abigail was keeping her compliment. If what some of the stuff we found in the room is any indication she's some sort of diviner. Maybe Abigail was using her to get intel."

"Wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility at this point." Sam agreed, "We're almost to the bunker, start pulling out every weapon we have. We're going to need them." After hanging up, he asked, his voice even, but clearly angry, "Abigail, did you kidnap a physic and force her to help you with your crusade?"

Abigail was sat in the back of Impala, her hands in cuffs in her lap. She hadn't said a word since she told Sam where the Stynes were. "I was going to let her go when the job was done. That's why I left her in the hotel, they wanted to kill her. "

"And that didn't tell you everything you needed to know?!" Sam exclaimed, slamming the dashboard in a fit of rage.

They arrived at the bunker at the same time a gray rent a car pulled up, people pouring out, starting with Tova, followed by Eileen, then a cinnamon skinned woman with thick, curly brown hair, a young man and woman who looked like they were siblings, and a woman who looked almost identical to Abigail, with some minor differences, most striking her brunette hair, and an elderly man in dark suit.

"Are you alright?" Tova asked, "Are the kids?"

"We got them somewhere safe." Sam answered, "Come on."

As the group walked into the bunker Tova explained, "So, Walter here apparently ran into Abigail in a club the night she hooked up with Jacob Styne. He's knew they were up to no good, so he hired a PI, tried to fine her, but he was always one step behind."

"When you called me to tell me what my nimrod sister did, he had just found me." Oliva added, "Abigail, what were you thinking?"

"Oh, please don't start, Liv." Abigail moaned.

After storing Abigail in the dungeon, leaving Reason, Magda, Oliva and Walter to try to tend to Melanie, the hunters, plus Tabbris and Adam, started gathering weapons.

"Ah, can I say something?" One of the hunters, Tova brought, Max, spoke up, as he loaded a gun, "According to Abigail, and the rich guy, these guys have a small private army and there are—" He did a quick count, "Seven of us. "

"He's right." Jody admitted, "We might need some more reinforcements."

"I have a though." Tabbris said, before fleeing the room.

"I think I have the same thought." Charlie said, pulling out of her phone.

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Really?" Sam lamented aloud, "Now?"

The knocking continued this time with an accented voice calling out, "Sam Winchester, if you want our help, open the bloody door!"

"Is that—" Sam began.

That was when Reason poked her head into armory. "I might have made a few calls while you were gone."

Sam opened the door, hiding a gun behind his back, and sure, enough, there stood Rowena, Avery, Caitlin, Elle, Shaylene, Delores, Tina, a dark haired, slightly hunched teenage girl and blue healer and Lady the dog. "Reason didn't give Avery a lot of detail but she said you needed help and for all of us to high tail it here. A munity was threatened if I tried to refuse." After a beat she added, "Oh, and before you ask, that back there is Emily, she had abusive family situation, she's natural witch from a family of natural witches, the girls found her, not me, I have not broken our deal."

"Alright, we can deal with that later." Sam told her, "Just come on."

As they walked into the armory, Charlie walked back, removing her cell phone from her ear, "I called Cal, Freddy, and the Parkers, they're on their way."

"Thanks," Sam told her, "Wait, when did you get Freddy's—never mind." Then he turned his attention back to Rowena, "Look, Tasha and her son are witches, you can go—confer with them."

Just then there was another knock on the door.

"Who all did you call?" Sam asked.

Once again Sam opened the door, once again with a gun behind his back, and found a group of over two dozen girls, include several of the Amazons, now all grown up, led by the Patrona.

"Look, I don't know what Reason told you, but—" Sam began.

"It's dangerous and probably supernatural." The Patrona cut him off, "Which is why I brought all my troops, half my armory, and Sunflower and Cassidy brought a friend."

That was when Sunflower and Cassidy made it to the front of the group, Cassidy holding on to Cain's hand. "Cassidy told me you were in trouble." Cain explained, "Since you helped me, it seemed that I owed you."

Sam had to admit, he had teamed up with shadier types. "Come on." Sam told them, "We're in the armory."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hannah was quickly, furtively wrapping off white masking tape around a shard of broken glass. Cyrus had to make an excuse to go to town to actually get the bobby pins, so for at least an hour she was on her own, making preparation. She had just finished the shiv, when suddenly she heard footsteps heading her way. Thinking fast, she stuck the shiv under her pillow and sat on the foot of the bed, her head down, trying to make it look like she was just helplessly lamenting her fate, when Jacob walked in the room "Is it time?" She asked, looking up.

"No, the old man's still preparing the room, in case we get to operate." Jacob told her, walking into the room, "I just wanted to see about you."

"Are you this attentive with all your prisoners?" Hannah questioned, turning her head.

Jacob smirked, coming closer to Hannah. "Well, brood mares are something different, need a certain degree of care. And besides," He reached out brushed the hair away from her face, "You're something special. "His face darkened as he saw the marks forming on Hannah's face and neck.

"Brood mares?" Hannah repeated, disgusted, "You have a term for it?"

"Who did this to you?" Jacob demanded, ignoring her question.

"Why do you care?" Hannah responded.

"Who did this to you?!" Jacob repeated more forcefully; his anger visible.

"One of the guards." Hannah answered, "I don't know which one. "

"Oh, someone dies for this." Jacob seethed, "We've been needing some new parts anyway."

"I'm sorry, didn't your father order them to treat me like this?" Hannah pointed out, "Or at the very least, give them permission?"

Jacob seemed to calm down. "It's true you can't be too easy on brood mares." He admitted, "They have to kept in line, but this-he specifically ordered you weren't to be damaged. Nothing that could harm you or the Nephilim."

Hannah couldn't take it anymore. "So, kidnapping and rape is okay, but this—" She gestured to the brises on her neck, "This is where you draw the line? Seems a bit arbitrary, don't you think?"

"You misunderstand, darling." Jacob told her, "We never touch brood mares, not like that. Too messy, too much uncertainty. It's all done through perfectly time artificial insulation. "

Oh, that makes is so much better. Hannah thought sarcastically, No, really, that's very comforting, thank you.

"And anyway, you have a couple of years before you have to worry about any of that due to the—unique situation." Jacob continued, glancing down at her stomach, "We wait two years in between births, to ensure the mares stay in healthy condition as long as we need them, and to ensure the pregnancy goes to term. And of course, we have to destrin your ovulation cycle."

"And this baby?" Hannah asked coolly, "What becomes of her in the meantime?"

"Well, she'll be entrusted into my care." Jacob explained, "You'll have a certain amount of access to her, of course. And the siblings when they get here. "He reached out, brushing her hair, "This doesn't have to be such an awful thing. Your children will be royalty, gods. And, fifty percent shot these little ones are sterile so, unlike the others, we'll keep you around. We could have a nice little family. You, me, babies make four, maybe five."

Hannah pulled away. "I'm not sure how your father would feel about that. From what I gathered, he's a real stickler for sticking to the family traditions."

Jacob face contorted into a look of anger. "You know, I'm really trying to be nice here."

Realizing she had overplayed her hand, Hannah changed tactics yet again. "I'm sorry." She reached out her hand, "I just—I just need more time to get use to this. In Biblical times a captive virgin was given a month to morn her parents and culture, I think a husband and children deserve at least a week. Like you said, it's not like we can do anything anyway."

Jacob relented, even given her a smile. "That I did. "After a beat he asked, "Is that true? About the month?"

"Leviticus." Hannah confirmed, "There's regulation for everything in that thing. Actually, compared to the treatments of female POWs in the rest of the ancient world, it was actually pretty humane. "

Jacob cupped Hannah's cheek. "A week it is." With that, he left.

Hannah grasped the wood frame of the bed, her knuckles going white. That bobby pin couldn't get there soon enough.

She was so disturbed; she didn't notice the sliver colored energy coming off her hand into the bed frame.

Meanwhile, back in the armory, Cal along with Adele and her pump action riffle, Freddy, and Bonnie and Clive arrived at the bunker, along with another surprise addition: Missouri and Patience.

"How did you even know about this?" Reason asked, then it occurred to her, "Oh, right, physic."

"Actually, not this time." Patience spoke up, "I got a call from Sissy, who got a call from Kia who said she would explain how she knew later. They're all headed down."

"So are Joel and Amity." Clive added.

"There might not be time." Reason told them, "Sam's got everyone ready, he's just trying to figure out the fastest way to Shreveport."

Just then there was another knock on the door. "Ah, the armory's that way." Reason said awkwardly, going back up to the door. She opened it, revealing a young girl in a pink dress holding a shorter man in a dark suit by the ear, a blonde teenager by her side holding what looked like some kind of animal jawbone.

"Hi," The girl began, "I'm Luna, this is Crowley and Angela, Cain managed to get word to me that something was wrong. We came to help."

"Well, they are, I'm here because biddy girl reaper refused to leave until I got the First Blade." Crowley complained, causing Luna to pull his ear.

Unsure, Reason called back, "Sam—"

Hannah had the bobby pin jammed into the tiny lock on the chain, furiously working at the mechanism. "What about the name I gave you? Did you find anything?"

"Ah, I was able to sneak a peek at some of the files." Cyrus said, "I think they're just glad I'm finally taking an interest in the family business, so they didn't really question me being down there. The files aren't that detailed, but it looks like she was a brood mare. At the end of the last cycle, my dad, he—he took a second brood mare. It's a bit irregular, but the oldest sometimes will."

Hannah froze. "Wait, that would make her…your mother."

Cyrus got a pained look on his face for a moment, then went on. "Usually brood mares are kept alive for two or three births, and nursing, then they're…. they're harvested. But—something was different with her. She killed after one birth, trying to escape with the baby, which I guess like you said would be me. Like I said, it's not that details, but I think she might have gotten pretty far before they caught her."

"Cyrus…." Hannah began, "I'm so sorry…."

"As for the ring, I'm not sure, but from what you told me…I think it might be hers." Cyrus said soberly, then changed subjects, "Anyway, ah, I was able to get the lo jack out of one of the cars. But they've paid off all the cops in the aera. I'm not seeing how we don't get caught the minute we hit town."

"Why I asked for the map." Hannah told him, "We switch cards as soon as possible, and stick to out of the way back roads until we get out of your psychotic family's little fiefdom." After a beat she added, "No offense."

"None taken." Cyrus told her, "I've mapped out all the weak spots. It won't be easy, but it's doble."

"Good." Hannah replied, then looked back in the chain, "Now, the only thing standing between us in freedom is the world's hardest to pick chain."

That was when horrific screaming erupted from somewhere in the mansion.

"No, please! Please, I didn't—Monroe, Monroe, please-" The suddenly, the screaming was cut off.

"Dad found about what the guard didn't he?" Cyrus guessed.

"One of your brothers came in, saw the bruises." Hannah confirmed, "Wouldn't take silence for an answer. "After a beat she added, "I just got someone killed, didn't I?"

"Not you." Cyrus told her, "It's this twisted slaughterhouse cult."

Suddenly, there footsteps coming down the hallway. "Hide." Hannah whispered, knowing there would be no way for Cyrus to get out without being seen.

"Where?" Cyrus questioned, looking around.

"Under the bed." Hannah suggested, handing him the pins, "Quickly."

Cyrus shimmied under the bed, and Hannah flopped on top, pretending to be asleep, as her unexpected visitor walked into the room.

"Apologies," Jacob began, "I didn't realize you were sleeping. I was just worried that you would be disturbed by that racket from the foyer."

Realizing he knew she was awake; Hannah opened her eyes. "Maybe a little." She said, "I-I thought I was dreaming. What—what was that?"

"Oh, just, dealing with a little insubordination." Jacob told her, "You won't have to worry about that guard anymore."

Hannah pretended to be relieved, "Thank you."

"Oh, thank nothing of it, darling." Jacob said, brushing her cheek, "Now just go on back to sleep."

Meanwhile, Sam's small army had loaded into a motely caravan of cars and trucks. Sam jumped into his when suddenly there was a loud boom, from the front of the bunker.

Outside, the Stynes had a battering ram, hitting the door with it. It had no effect.

"Damn, that thing is strong." Elton commented, actually impressed.

The hunters, witches, psychics, and Adam came running into the main room. "They're here." Melanie moaned, "They're here…."

"Get into the dungeon." Sam instructed, "Don't come out until we tell you."

Walter and Oliva grabbed Melanie, carrying her out of the room. However, while the others didn't notice, Magda and Patience hung back.

Outside, the Styne's men hit the door again. Then again. They were going in for a fourth time, when the door opened just a crack, not enough for them to get inside.

"Sam Winchester, I presume." Elton called out, "Why don't you come out here, face us like a man!"

Looking at the amount of men Elton had brought with him, Sam thought, maybe a little over half a dozen, Sam called back, "You might want to rethink that."

"Fine, stay in there." Elton responded, "We're going to get in either way. Ram it again, boys!"

That was when they say Magda standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Magda, what are you doing?!" Charlie shouted, "Get out of here!"

Magda just stood there, staring intently.

Outside, just as the ram was about to make contact, it was suddenly ripped from the men's hands, knocking over half the men, causing various injuries, and rolled down the road.

"What the—" One of the soldiers exclaimed in disbelief.

Back in the bunker, Magda fell to her knees, Patience catching her. "I thought this might happen. Well, not you nearly collapsing, but I thought you might try something."

"You alright, sweetie?" Charlie called out from her perch at the door.

Magda nodded weakly.

"Stay here." Charlie ordered as Sam opened the door.

As Sam and the group rushed out, the Styne men began firing, only to find a flurry of Latin being shouted and most of their bullets being lobbed back at them. Most of them.

"Ah!" Elle screamed, grabbing her arm.

Caitlin immediately ran to her aid. "It's alright, you're just grazed, you're just grazed…"

Rowena looked at the nearest goon to her. "Oh, you're going to pay for that." Then she started moving her hands, shouting, "Impertus, bestiarum!"

Suddenly the eyes of the goon that had honed in on started to bleed and turned around on his own men starting to attack them.

Firing her gun, Tasha shot the other witch a questioning look.

"Attack dog spell." Rowena explained.

The coven shot her a disapproving look.

"I know, I know, we agreed I wouldn't use that one anymore. "Rowena huffed, "As much as you all annoy me, I'm protective of my girls. So, sue me."

As the remaining goons and actual family members got their bearings back somewhat and began to fire, a tan car pulled up and suddenly their guns were ripped from their hands.

"Good girl, Sis," Wally Thomson praised him adopted daughter, grabbing a riffle.

"Dad, wait." Audrina began, grabbing his arm, "Those are salt rounds in that gun."

"They're still hurt when they hit someone in the stomach." Wally responded, "Now get down, both of you."

As the goons began to swarm the car, Wally opened the door and fired off a round, hitting one of them in stomach, sending him to the ground. Sam and his army quickly seized on the goons, trying to pull them away.

While all this was happening, marching down the road, led by an olive-skinned young woman in a dark suit, was a rag tag group of seven .

It was already chaos in the middle of the streets, bullets and spells flying, people engaging in hand to hand combat or fighting with knives. Freddy was one of those. Suddenly the goon he was fighting pushed him to the ground and was raising his knife to finishing the job, when suddenly a sliver blade ripped through his chest and he fell to the ground, revealing a familiar face for the young hunter.

"Ami?!" Freddy exclaimed in disbelief.

Freddy wasn't the only one to notice the sudden incursion of angels. Sam did a double take when he recognized a couple.

"Reason's not the only one who can make a call." Tabbris told him, raising two fingers and rendering the goon about to attack Sam unconscious.

Just then another car pulled up and two girls, one blonde, one with inky black hair, jumped out and into the fray.

"Sorry, we're late." Areal, now in control, told Ruth, helping with the two men she was trying to tackle.

Following right behind was strange craven of trailers, RVs, cages and cars. In one of the RVs, a girl covered in rune-like tattoos went to a tertium containing a King Cobra. "Time to get to work." She said, opening the cage.

Samson had managed to get word to show of situation, and they came to help. For, Jennifer, their snake charmer, did not do her act through learned skill, but through the ability to physically control snakes.

The King Cobra slid out, by-passed the girl, went out the RV door past several of the Winchester's allies, and reared up at the first Styne goon he saw, biting him.

Sam was in a knife fight with Elton, when he suddenly slipped on the blood in the road, sending him flat on his back. Elton raised his knife, about to strike when suddenly a blast of power sent him across the road. Elton got to his feet, just a semi-truck was coming down the road, barreling at Elton, as if aiming for him.

Charlie and Rowena helped Sam to his feet, as everyone, even the remaining Styne soldiers, rushed out of the way.

Elton however, was not so lucky, as for all his augmentations, he was still no match for a giant truck.

The truck came to a stop and Joel Parker poked his head out. "That was a bad guy I just hit, right? I thought it was a bad guy, cause, well, he was trying to kill you guys."

"Yeah," Sam confirmed, "Yeah, that was a bad guy."

Mere minutes after the standoff with the Stynes, a convoy lead by a semi-truck, sped off as fast as it could, bound for Shreveport.

However, there would be one thing they would be too late for.

Hannah was working at the shackle when suddenly Cyrus rushed into the room. "They're coming! They're ready to take you. Please tell me you got that thing cracked."

"No." Hannah lamented, looking around frantic. Just then they heard footsteps down the hallway.

Under the bed." Hannah instructed, quickly hiding the shiv in her sleeve. "Hannah do you really think you can take them all on by yourself?" Cyrus questioned, getting under the bed.

"Probably not, by I might still get an opportunity." Hannah reasoned, hiding the bobby pin under the bed, "And if I can get away, I need you to be ready."

"Okay." Cyrus whispered just before four men appeared. He was right. There was no way she could take them all on at once.

Hannah had no choice but to let them put blind fold back on her and walk her through the mansion. When they took it off, she was laid out of a cold metal slab with leather restraints around her wrist, in room decorated with symbols, some of which she didn't even recognize, with Monroe Styne in a white lab coat, a few feet away from her. She squirmed, trying to get away as Monroe reached out, unbuttoning part of her shift.

"Now, now," Monroe tutted, "It's just for the sonogram." Taking the tool, putting it in its gel, "You probably know this already but this is going to be cold."

Hannah still struggled, trying to get always as he put the stick to her belly.

"Now, now," Monroe scolded, "Do I need to have your legs strapped down too, messenger?

Hannah stopped resisting, glaring at him. "I have a name, you know."

"Yes, Hannah, isn't it?" Monroe responded, then before giving her a stop to respond, recounted, "You know, if I remember correctly in the book of Samuel, Hannah was a barren woman who desperately wanted a child, until she made a deal with God, if he would just let her have a son, she would give him back. Low and below, and she had a son, kept her end of the bargain, and sent him to live with the high priest after he was weaned, and God gave her three more sons, and two daughters. Isn't that right?"

Instead of answering, Hannah responded, "I'm sorry, do you think you're God in this situation?"

Monroe chuckled. "Well, maybe I have a bit of God Complex." And then he found what he was looking for. "And there she is."

Hannah froze, starring at the screen as well. At her daughter.

"She is just beautiful. "Monroe commented, "You know, I bet she's going to do look like her Momma." He stared at the screen, examining the imagine on it. "You know, it looks like it's time to crack open this piñata." Then he started giving out orders "Prepare that sedative Jacob took off the woman. We need to prep."

"What?!" Hannah, exclaimed, increasing her struggling, "No, please, it's not-"

"Now, now," Monroe said, "It's going to be alright, messenger. We know what we're doing."

Meanwhile, the caravan chugged down the interstate at a steady pace, as fast as it could. Charlie was in the back with her laptop looking for anything that could be signs, just in case. That was when she saw it. "Ah, Sam," Charlie began, "There's a freak storm that just popped up in Shreveport. Like literally, one-minute, sunny skies, next thing you know, it's raining cats and dogs, almost gale force winds I got even a few reports of hail in here."

Automatically, Sam knew what was happening. "Oh my God. She's having the baby."

The first thing Hannah was aware of after the anesthetic was applied to her spine was something being wiped across her belly.

"W-What are you doing?" Hannah asked, her eyes glancing over the urinary catheter they had inserted. She wasn't even aware they had got that far until she saw it just then. That must mean the anesthetic worked. Small mercies.

The nurse, dressed in cartoonish white outfit, didn't respond, just kept working.

"Talk to me, please." Hannah begged.

"Just sanitizing the skin of the abdomen, standard for this operation." Monroe told her, "Tell me, how far apart are the contractions?"

" I-I can't tell." Hannah told him, "The pain relief does it job very well. Maybe…a few minutes?"

She could see Monroe taking something, a marker, drawing a line on her stomach for the incision.

"Please…don't do this." Hannah pleaded.

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" Monroe pointed out, "Everything's going to be alright, messenger. This baby will be out soon." And with that, carefully taking an angel blade, as Hannah's skin was still impervious to other implements, he made the first incision.