Breakdown Part 2

Donna, Sam, and Angela were now standing with Dean and Doug behind Marlon.

"So it ended about 30 minutes ago. Show 'em how it started." Dean told Marlon.

Marlon showed them the video of Luis screaming in pain. Sam grimaced and Angela covered her mouth in shock.

"Hey, come on." Sam turned off the video.

"Aw. What's the matter? You vegan?" Marlon mocked.

Doug slapped him over the head, earning a look from Donna. "How they do it in the FBI."

Donna looked at Dean knowingly. "Who'd do this, buy pieces of people? For what? Trophies?"

"No, it's for food," Angela replied.

"Look at the comments," Dean added. "Yum. Tasty. Can't wait to get my delivery. It's takeout for—

"Monsters." Donna finished.

"What?" Doug's eyes widened.

"We'll talk about it later," Donna replied.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Where does this broadcast from?" Sam questioned.

"I don't know." Marlon shrugged. "Got me. I mean, I don't run the thing. I just… Look, I see someone I think nobody's gonna miss, I send a message, I get paid."

"And you feel good about that?" Dean scoffed.

"No, but, you know, like you don't got bills?"

"Guys, guys, look at this." Sam frowned as a live video of Wendy played.

"Please," Wendy whimpered. "If anybody's watching this… please. Please help me."

"Oh, God." Donna breathed out before she walked away, Doug hot on her heels.

"Okay, can you—can you hack into it and find out where she is?" Dean asked Sam.

"I don't know, Dean." He shook his head. "This feed's on an encrypted TOR server. I mean, this is dark web stuff. Even if I could crack it, it would take days."

"Okay, well, you got 58 minutes."

"I can't do it," Sam stressed.

"Then who can?" Dean asked.

"The FBI," Angela answered.

Meanwhile, Doug and Donna were talking in the back room of the truck stop.

"So you're saying… monsters are real?" Doug asked in disbelief.

"Pretty much." She nodded.

"Those guys and Angela, they're not related to you, are they?"

"They're hunters. They kill monsters." Donna explained. "And so do I. Sometimes."

"Hey," Dean walked in. "We gotta roll. Clegg's got a 20 on that video feed, and we got 42 minutes."

~/~\~

That night, the Impala pulled up outside of a building. Sam, Dean, and Angela got out.

"This is it," Sam confirmed.

"You head around back," Dean told him. "We'll take the front."

Angela leaned up and pecked Sam's lips. "Be safe. Love you."

"You, too." Sam smiled softly. "Love you, too."

~/~\~

Dean, Angela, and Donna walked the hallways with guns and flashlights. Doug and Marlon followed behind them as they entered a room.

"All clear," Dean muttered.

Donna turned to look at Doug. "You okay hanging back?"

"Someone's gotta watch him." He nodded to Marlon.

"Dougie, we'll figure this out when we get back to Stillwater, okay?" Donna promised.

Dean handed a gun to Doug. "Here. 20 minutes. Let's go."

Dean, Angela, and Donna continued walking through the building.

~/~\~

Sam tried to open a door but heard someone approaching. He turned with his gun in hand to see Agent Clegg behind him.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked in confusion.

"You called me." Agent Clegg answered obviously.

"I called you for an address, not for backup."

"So you send me a link to a website that sells people, you don't expect me to show up?" Agent Clegg scoffed. "Look, I don't know what the hell's going on here, but I've been hunting the Butterfly a long time. Now I need to see this through."

"All right, follow me," Sam instructed.

~/~\~

Dean, Angela, and Donna walked the halls of the building, checking each room. Dean gestured to the two women and the stood against one side of the hall. They rushed into a room where music was coming from, but it was empty, all except for a radio.

~/~\~

Sam and Agent Clegg were searching the building when the heard fighting. Sam gestured to the door as Agent Clegg held up his gun.

"One…" Sam whispered.

Out of nowhere, Agent Clegg knocked Sam out before he could finish counting.

~/~\~

Donna walked in and saw Doug on the floor, while Dean and Angela walked in behind her.

"Doug!" Donna rushed to him.

"What happened?" Angela looked around. "Where's Marlon?"

"Hold on," Donna told Doug. "Just hold on. You're gonna be okay. Where are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt, but…" Doug trailed off as a set of fangs lowered over his teeth. "I don't think I'm okay."

Donna reeled back in shock. "Oh, Doug. Oh, God."

"I'm hungry," Doug whispered.

"Okay."

"I'm so hungry."

Doug tackled Donna to the ground and tried to bite her. Dean grabbed him and injected him with a syringe, causing Doug to pass out. Angela rushed to console Donna.

"Is he…?"

"A vamp?" Dean finished. "Yeah."

"Oh, God." Dean shook her head.

"Yeah. The change—sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow, just depends on the person." Dean explained. "I just shot him up with some Dead Man's Blood. He should be knocked out for a while."

"Oh, jeez."

"He'll be okay," Angela assured.

"You call this okay?!" Donna exclaimed.

"Look, he just got turned, okay? Which means that he hasn't fed, which means that there is a cure." Dean replied.

Donna's brows furrowed. "Huh?"

"We just need to mix up some sage, a little bit of garlic—

"And you need the bloodsucker who turned him." Marlon entered.

"Well, thanks for making it easy for me." Dean sassed.

Marlon chuckled. "You never saw it comin'. He got you."

"He, who?" Angela demanded.

"Clegg, man." Marlon laughed. "Sweetheart, he's got your husband."

"Where?" Angela glared icily.

"Oh. Wouldn't you like to know." Marlon smirked as he looked at Dean. "Shouldn't have been so rough with me. I hold a grudge."

"Well…" Dean took out a machete. "Bring it, Twilight."

Before Dean could attack, a gunshot his Marlon in the leg, and he fell to the floor. Donna had a shotgun in her hands.

"You, get his blood and mix that cure," Donna told Dean. "And you…" she walked to Marlon. "Where's Clegg?"

"I tell you, you'll kill me."

"Oh, I'm killing ya either way," Donna promised. "You just gotta decide if you want it fast or slow."

~/~\~

Sam was lying unconscious on the operating table. He woke up groggily as Clegg tightened the restraints.

"No, no, no. Get further back with that," Clegg told the Harvester. "He's a big boy. We need him on a wide lens."

"You… You're the Butterfly." Sam realized.

"And you're Sam Winchester. You, your brother, and your wife are famous." Clegg replied. "Hell, soon as I saw that fancy car, I knew who you were. And I knew you'd be trouble. Tried to give you that preacher, but you saw right through that. So now it's on to Plan B."

"Why are you doing this?" Sam demanded.

"Well, 'cause somebody has to." Clegg shrugged. "How many monsters do you think are out there, Sam? You know, if you—you had to guess."

"Hundreds. Thousands."

"Add a zero. Actually, add two." Clegg corrected. "See, those freaks that you and your family chase, those are just the ones that can't pass. Either because they're too mean or they're too stupid, or both. But most monsters… hell, they could be your next-door neighbor. They work a regular job, mow their laws on Saturday. And they need to eat, which is where I come in."

"So you sell them people," Sam replied.

"I sell them people other people won't miss. And because I do that, I save lives. If my customers didn't have me… then all those hungry, hungry hippos would be out there huntin' and killin'. And you couldn't stop 'em. No one could. You should be thanking me."

Sam scoffed. "Huh. Yeah. Alright. Go to Hell."

Clegg smirked and slapped Sam on the arm. "I'll see you there. Now I know you've been stalling because you think Dean and Angie are gonna show up, but… Sorry, kid. It's showtime."

The Harvester started the live auction on the laptop while Clegg put a mask over his face. The Harvester turned the camera on.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Clegg started. "We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you something truly special. A new auction. Introducing… Mr. Sam Winchester!"

~/~\~

The Impala sped down the highway towards Sam's location.

"This… it's gonna work, right?" Donna asked worriedly.

"It worked on me," Dean replied.

Donna held Doug's head up as she fed him the cure. "Okay. There you go. There you go."

Dean looked over at Angela, who was nervously pulling at her shirt. "You okay, kiddo?"

"I just wanna get Sammy back." She whispered.

"We'll get him back safe and sound, Angie," Dean assured. "I promise."

~/~\~

"$5,000 for the liver. Going one… going twice… Sold!" Clegg exclaimed. "And now ladies and gentlemen, let's begin the auction, for Sam Winchester's heart!"

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up to another building and Dean threw the car in park.

"Angie, I need you to stay here with Doug, okay?" Dean asked.

"Dean—

"Please, kiddo." He interrupted. "I'll get Sammy back." He kissed her temple.

Angela nodded reluctantly and watched as Dean and Donna got out.

~/~\~

Dean and Donna walked into a large room with their guns and flashlights. Dean gestured to Donna to go in one direction, while he went in another.

~/~\~

"$50,000. Do I have $60,000? $60,000? $60,000. Yes!" Clegg exclaimed as Sam struggled against the restraints. "Do I have $65,000? Look at that jump! $100,000! Folks, there are many pieces to Sam Winchester… but only one heart. Look at that! $500,000! $500,000 going once… going twice… Sold!" he exclaimed as he turned to Sam. "Usually, we do this next part kind of slow, so you can feel it, but since Dean and Angela are out there… quick and dirty." He pointed a gun at Sam's head. "Say goodbye, Sam."

A gunshot rang out and Clegg fell to the ground. Dean held his smoking gun.

"Show's over."

~/~\~

Inside the motel, Donna sat next to Doug, who was waking up.

"Oh, jeez." She whispered. "Dougie-Bear? Are you okay?"

"I…" he looked at Sam, Dean, and Angela.

Angela was hugging Sam's waist tightly and Sam had an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"You feel like you wanna bite any of us?" Dean quirked a brow.

"Not really," Doug answered.

"Alright," Sam nodded. "Then I guess it worked."

Donna unlocked the handcuffs on Doug and his eyes widened.

"W-Wendy?"

"She's safe," Donna smiled. "She's at a hospital. She's gonna be fine, just like you."

"Fine?" Doug echoed.

"Yeah."

"I was a vampire," he reminded.

"For a couple hours," Donna replied.

Doug stood up, and Dean did the same.

"Listen, Doug… I know it's been a day," he started. "But now you know what's out there. Be nice to have another good guy on our side."

"I… No." Doug shook his head. "Maybe you all can live this life, but I can't. I just wanna go home."

Donna held Doug's hand. "So we'll go home."

"And what?" he questioned. "I'm a cop 'cause I like helpin' folks, but… Vampires? That's…" he dropped Donna's hand. "I'm not…" he moved towards the door.

"Doug," she followed him. "I'm sorry I lied to you… but I can't give this up."

"I know," he nodded sadly. "Donna, you kill monsters. You're a damn hero. But that's… it's not me. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry." He added before he left.

"Doug, wait!" Donna cried.

"Let him go," Sam told her. "Donna, when you choose this life, anyone who gets too close, eventually, they get hurt. Or worse. So let him go. He'll be safer that way." He pulled away from Angela's grasp and left the room.

Donna cried and Angela hugged her tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

~/~\~

The Impala sped down the dark road.

"You were a little tough on Donna back there." Dean broke the silence.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Just sayin'." Dean shrugged.

"Was I wrong?" Sam raised his brows. "I mean, when has knowing us ever worked out for anyone?"

"It worked out for me," Angela replied. "I mean, all those years ago, you could have let me go, but you didn't. We save people, Sam."

"Yeah, we also get people killed," Sam argued. "Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she died for it."

"Hey, look, I know you're in some sort of a—

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't—don't… You keep saying I'm in a dark place." Sam cut Dean off. "But I'm not, Dean. Everything I'm saying is the truth. It's our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn't have to be. I tried to pretend we could have Mom and Robert back, and Cas—and—and help Jack. But we can't. This ends one way for us. It ends bloody." Sam looked out the window. "It ends bad."

Angela ran a hand over her swollen stomach and twisted so that her back was turned to Sam. "I'm going to sleep."