Mamma Mia Part 2

Aldrich, Missouri

In the cellar, both Sam and Dean had been bloodied by Toni's knife. They were currently alone in the cellar.

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The Impala pulled up outside the farmhouse and Castiel was leaning against his truck. Angela, Mary, and Robert got out and Angela took Grace out of her car seat before they walked up to Castiel.

"Hi, Unca Cas," Grace waved.

"Hello, Grace." Castiel smiled gently.

"Where's all this warding you mentioned?" Angela quirked a brow.

"It's cloaked. It's very powerful." Castiel answered. "You brought Mary and your father?"

"She sure did." Robert nodded.

"Hello, Castiel," Mary added.

"You sure there's anyone inside?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"No," Castiel shook his head. "The agent said the lease was handled long distance, but someone warded the house."

"I'm gonna have a closer look." Angela handed Grace over to Castiel.

Mary and Robert started to follow Angela.

"Dad, Mary, I got this," Angela assured.

"Pumpkin, you can't keep us from hunting." Robert reprimanded.

Angela shook her head in acknowledgment then looked to Castiel for help.

"I'm locked out by the warding," Castiel said as he adjusted Grace in his arms. "Grace and I could use the company."

"Thanks," Angela whispered gratefully before she walked away.

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Angela was walking outside the farmhouse and heard a thud in the distance. She went to investigate and ended up outside the cellar. She tried to open it, looked up, and stepped onto a symbol that began to glow.

"Oh, crap." Angela groaned.

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Toni opened the door to the cellar. Sam and Dean looked up at her, breathing heavily.

"Screw yourself, bitch." Dean spat.

Toni reached over and dragged a bound Angela into the brothers' view.

Sam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Angie."

"I'm as happy to see her as you are, 'cause while you boys may be able to withstand my snapping apart your bodies joint by joint, can you watch it happen to Angela?" Toni smirked.

Toni brought Angela down the stairs and pushed her in front of the brothers.

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Toni looked over her torture tools and picked up brass knuckles. She walked over and slugged Angela hard in the face.

"Passcodes, boys." She demanded, quirking a brow at their silence. "Not yet?"

Toni looked over at Angela, who was chained with her hands over her head.

"Anything to add, Angela?"

"No." Angela glared icily. "No, I just came by for some tea and a beating."

Toni set down the brass knuckles and picked up a cup of tea. "Really? I thought you might be on for a little chat about your mate, Crowley. You know, the King of Hell whom you ran around with while you were a demon." She reminded, earning no response from Angela. "I see. Well… the English are nothing if not patient."

Toni put down the tea and picked up the brass knuckles again before she sauntered toward Angela.

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"Angie," Sam breathed out in disbelief.

"It's good to see ya, kiddo," Dean muttered.

"Hey, boys," Angela replied.

"We thought you were dead, baby." Sam murmured.

Angela scoffed lightly. "I'm not sure that I'm not."

"So?" Sam raised his brows.

"I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything, okay?" Angela assured. "First off, who's Angry Spice?"

"She, uh—she's—she's Men of Letters," Dean muttered. "Uh, British Men of Letters."

"Is that a thing? What the hell?" Angela's brows furrowed in confusion. "Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?"

The door opened and Toni started down the stairs.

"Oh, God." Angela groaned.

"So, to recap—you live in the Men of Letters bunker," Toni started. "Awash in the world's greatest collection of occult knowledge, and yet you know 'nothing.'"

"Right. What a waste." Angela chuckled, which turned into a cough.

"It seems you apes have never read a single book." Toni sneered. "The Men of Letters has a long tradition of intellectual excellence. In London, we've undertaken exhaustive studies of even the most arcane topics," she reached down to grab an ice pick-like device. "For example, parts of the body most sensitive to intense pain." Toni grabbed Angela's face. "The eardrum. Decaying tooth. Below the belt, of course. And my favorite—under the eyelid."

Angela grunted as Sam and Dean watched, trying to get out of their chairs.

"Did you know it's possible to die from pain?" Toni mused.

Angela stared straight ahead while Sam and Dean continued to struggle to get out of their chairs. Suddenly, there was the sound of guns cocking. Toni turned to look and saw Robert and Mary.

"You get away from them." Mary glared threateningly.

"Mom?" Sam and Dean asked simultaneously, not believing their eyes.

"Baby, is that your dad?" Sam added quietly.

"Yeah, as I said, I'll... explain." Angela nodded.

Robert walked into the room and grabbed a set of keys from the table. He walked toward Toni and Angela.

"Drop it. Ground." Robert demanded.

Toni didn't move. Mary walked into the room and smacked Toni in the face while Robert handed the keys to Angela, who began to work on her shackles.

"That's the ground." Mary glared.

Toni reached up and knocked the gun away as it fired. Toni smacked Sam, Dean, and Angela before punching Mary in the throat and stomach before throwing her into the wall. She kneed Robert in the groin, causing him to crumple over in pain. Angela finally managed to unlock her shackles as the fighting continued.

"Holy crap," Angela muttered.

As the fighting continued, Angela fired a shot into the air. Toni picked up a piece of glass and cut her hand. Angela turned the gun on Toni as she turned with her bloody hand out.

"Xi," Toni muttered.

Suddenly, Mary and Robert began to gasp as they held their throats. Angela stalked toward Toni as she pointed the gun.

"Kill the spell now," Angela seethed. "I'm not kidding."

"Shoot me, and Mary and your father have no chance," Toni warned.

Angela looked over at Mary and Robert, who were still gasping for air.

"The gun," Toni demanded.

Sam and Dean looked over at Angela, who uncocked the gun and handed it over to Toni. Angela then punched Toni square in the face, knocking the woman out.

"Angie!" Sam yelled.

Suddenly, both Mary and Robert began to breathe again.

"It's okay," Angela assured. "She was using a Chinese mind-control technique. Hard to do when you're unconscious. Turns out this ape did read a book or two."

After checking on Mary and Robert, Angela went over to unlock Sam and Dean from their bonds.

"Well played," Mick said suddenly.

Sam, Dean, Angela, Mary, and Robert looked up to see Mick standing at the bottom of the stairs with Castiel behind him, carrying Grace.

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"What you were told is basically true," Mick started. "We were keen on knowing about the three of you, seeing as you seem to be partially carrying on the Men of Letters' work here now that the American chapter is defunct."

"So, you sic your attack dog on us to what, say hi?" Dean scoffed as Toni regained consciousness and stood up.

"Well, part of our group suspect some kind of malfeasance amongst you American hunters," Mick replied. "No argument—Lady Bevell went too far. I deeply apologize."

Sam shook his head incredulously. "Mm."

"She'll face consequences in London," Mick assured.

"I'll tell you what, why don't you take a walk, and she can face those consequences right here and now?" Dean suggested.

Mick shook his head. "She's ours. We'll take care of her. Now, I'm here to extend an olive branch. We want to work with you."

"Let me ask you a question, uh, Mick, is it?" Sam narrowed his eyes. "Why would we believe any of this?"

"If I wasn't sincere, if I meant you harm, there's a dozen ways I could've come in here and taken you all prisoner instead of being unarmed," Mick replied. "Not to mention I powered down all the wardings in this shack so your attack dog could come in," he added before turning to Castiel. "I reckon you could finish me off without breaking a sweat. Am I right?"

"I don't sweat under any circumstances," Castiel replied flatly.

"My number," Mick handed his card to Castiel. "Take your time, cool down, and just think it over. And what have you got to lose, except your worst nightmares?"

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Lebanon, Kansas

There was a bucket of 'Sandy's Chicken' to-go on the table, and various emptied plates scattered around the table.

"Oh, that was fantastic," Dean smiled. "Thank you, Mom."

Mary walked in carrying a pie and she chuckled. "All I did was point at some stuff on a take-out menu. I would've cooked, but I, uh… don't."

"That's an understatement," Robert smirked, earning a smack on the shoulder from Mary.

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "Well, now, wait. Your meatloaf was amazing."

"Came from the Piggly Wiggly. Sorry to burst your bubble." Mary shrugged. "But you still like pie?"

Dean chuckled. "I mean…" he trailed off as he grabbed the pie.

"Unca Dean, may I have some please?" Grace batted her eyelashes at her uncle.

"Only 'cause you're my favorite niece," Dean smirked.

"She's your only niece." Angela scoffed.

"Sam," Mary looked at her youngest son. "You keep looking at me like I'm going to explode."

Sam chuckled and rubbed his hand against the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."

"But what do we think?" Mary asked curiously. "Are we buying that Brit's whole 'Let's be friends' routine?"

"No," Sam shook his head. "No way."

"Absolutely not." Angela said firmly.

"No. Mmm," Dean mumbled as he scarfed down his pie.

"Could you eat that any faster?" Mary raised her brows.

"No," Dean muffled, his mouth full. "No, I cannot."

Mary smiled at her oldest. "Well, we should call the Internet and find out as much as we can about these people." She noted, earning looks from the younger hunters. "Did I say that right?"

"So close," Dean replied.

"Yeah, it was close." Angela agreed.

"You guys want any?" Dean offered Sam and Angela some of the pie.

Angela shook her head and Sam grimaced slightly.

"No," he replied. "Uh, not now."

Dean shrugged and continued eating sloppily.

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Mary was in her new room in the bunker and she turned when she heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?"

Sam opened the door and entered, holding a cup. "Hey. Hi. Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up. I-I, uh… wanted to bring you this." He placed the cup down on the desk.

"Thank you." Mary smiled softly.

"You're welcome." Sam nodded. "I don't know if you drink tea, but…"

"I do."

"Good." Sam smiled. "Uh, and I wanted to say… if you ever want to talk, I know what it's like to come back and not feel like you really fit."

"I just have so much about you boys to catch up on," Mary replied gently. "Mother stuff. You know, first tooth, first crush. I mean, Sam, you have a wife a-and a daughter."

Sam looked around awkwardly. "Yeah."

"I just have a lot of blanks to fill in."

"Right, uh…" Sam pulled John's journal from under his arm and handed it to Mary. "Dad's journal. His writing, his words. Helped me fill in some blanks, answer some questions I didn't know I had. And, you know, it—it—it keeps him with us, sort of."

"Thank you," Mary replied sincerely.

"Goodnight."

"Angela said you got out of hunting," Mary noted, stopping Sam.

Sam put his hands into his pockets. "Yeah."

"And yet here you are."

"Well, this is my family. My family hunts, you know? It's what we do." Sam shrugged. "Without hunting, I never would have met Angie, o-or had Gracie."

Mary shook her head and looked away at the journal.

"Mom," Sam swallowed nervously. "For me… just, um… having you here… fills in the biggest blank."

Sam's eyes filled with tears as Mary stepped forward and hugged him tightly.

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Dean was in the kitchen, sitting on the floor. He was slightly drunk and was looking over his collection of family photos.

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Angela sat with Robert in the library. She had the photo album that Sam urged her to keep adding to.

"Um, here," she slid the album to her father. "Sam and I have been adding photos to it over the years. There are pictures from the day Gracie was born, her first birthday, you know, that kind of stuff."

Robert opened the album and flipped through it, a smile spreading across his face. "You've grown up so much, Pumpkin. And you and Sam… you two remind me of when I was married to your mom."

Angela smiled softly and wiped away the oncoming tears. "I'm just really glad you're back, Dad. I was… different after you died. Lost… until I met the Winchesters. And I'm so happy that you get to meet Gracie."

"She reminds me of you when you were little," Robert chuckled lightly. "Spunky, a little spitfire… she's a mini-you. I'm happy that you found a family in this life, Pumpkin."

"I love you, Dad, so much," Angela whispered.

"I love you, too." Robert took Angela's hand and squeezed it.

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! So many reunions and so many tears in this one. Be sure to leave a review to let me know what you think! Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily