The One You've Been Waiting For Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Dean sat at the kitchen table typing away as Sam, Angela, and Grace walked in. Sam and Angela carried grocery bags while Grace ran over to her uncle.

"Hi Unca Dean." Grace smiled sweetly.

"Hey, sweetheart." Dean greeted.

"Hey," Angela started. "Sammy and I got everything on the list."

"So, what are you thinkin', scrambled or fried?" Sam asked his brother.

"I'm not really hungry right now," Dean muttered, not taking his eyes off of his laptop.

"Y-you're not that…" Sam stammered before opening a box that contained a blueberry pie. "How about some pie?"

Dean snuck a glance at the dessert. "Maybe later. Kind of in the middle of something."

Angela sighed heavily as she walked over and picked up Grace. "All right, Dean, something's wrong."

"No." Dean denied.

"I get it," Sam shrugged. "If Mom—

"I'm gonna stop you right there, okay?" Dean interrupted. "Look, Mom needed her space, and I told you guys I'm cool with it."

"But are you really?" Angela quirked a brow. "Because, you know, I get it, I wish my dad were here."

Dean huffed and brought his laptop to the island. "Happened last night."

"Two killed in mystery fire." Sam read from the computer screen.

"Mm-hmm." Dean hummed as he checked out the pie.

"Mystery fire?" Angela asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "The kind that doesn't burn anything but the bodies."

"So, spontaneous combustion." Sam concluded. "What are you thinking? Uh, witch? Dragon?"

"Maybe. Check it out. The old lady? Loaded." Dean explained. "I'm talking Scrooge McDuck swimming in pools of money. So, what's a lady like that doing at some crap store at 3:00 a.m.?"

"Well, it says it was an antique shop." Sam replied.

"So?"

"Rich people like antiquing." Angela shrugged.

"I say we check it out." Dean replied.

"Uh…" Sam sighed heavily. "All right. In the meantime, you sure you don't wanna talk about—

"No." Dean cut his brother off.

"Dean, it's called sublimation." Angela noted.

"Yeah," Dean pursed his lips. "Yeah, it's kinda my thing."

~/~\~

Columbus, Ohio

The Impala pulled up to the antique shop and the three hunters got out. Angela took Grace out of her car seat and they all approached the building and inspected the yellow tape that was pulled across the doors.

"Looks like we missed the Calvary." Angela noted.

"I guess we should go home then." Dean muttered.

Sam rolled his eyes and patted his pockets to make sure he had his lock-picking kit.

~/~\~

"All right," Sam started as they entered the shop, shining their flashlights. "I'm guessing that's the first victim." He nodded to a pile of ash.

"Scrooge McDuck lady?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Hmm."

"Which makes this the antique dealer." Angela noticed another pile.

"Yeah. Name was Marvin Brickle." Sam muttered. "Widower. Owned the shop for decades."

"No sulfur," Dean noted.

"Ditto EMF." Sam added as he put his EMF meter away.

"Maybe hex bags?" Angela suggested.

"Yeah," Sam nodded as he and Angela walked toward the computer. "Or, uh, you know… antique shop, full of old stuff. Maybe the guy got his hands on a cursed object… and it went haywire, started killing everybody."

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time." Dean scoffed as he headed upstairs.

"Right," Sam started tapping keys on the computer.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Dean was touching one of the model ships and accidentally knocked it over.

"Dean…" Angela warned.

"Unca Dean made an oopsie." Grace giggled.

"Don't say it." Dean groaned.

"May—maybe let's not touch anything until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not?" Sam suggested.

"Yeah, I got it." Dean whispered as he moved to another part of the store. He pulled open a hidden door and frowned deeply. "Sam, Angie, I think I found something."

"It looks like the victims were meeting about an antique pocket watch the night they died," Sam called from downstairs.

"Pocket watch?"

"Yeah, according to Marv's email, at least." Angela replied.

Dean opened the door further and his eyes widened. "Uh, guys?"

"Yeah, hold up," Sam called out. "Get this—I hacked into Marv's hard drive. It—it looks like he was conducting… an entire underground business, uh, catering to, uh…"

"Nazi nutjobs?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Angela replied, brows furrowing. "How'd you know that?"

"Might wanna take a look at this."

"Yeah. What are you, uh…" Sam trailed off as he and Angela entered the room full of Nazi relics.

"Oh," Angela muttered. "That's, uh… wow."

"Yeah. Looks like Scrooge McDuck lady got her rocks off by collecting Nazi crap."

"Yeah, guess so." Sam agreed. "Uh, according to Marv's ledger, the watch belonged to a member of Hitler's inner circle."

"So, where is it now?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. The police didn't report finding it." Sam recalled. "And I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that it's probably not out there and probably not in here."

"Yeah."

"I mean… Nazi connection? The immolation M.O.? Sound like anybody we know?" Angela asked.

"The Thule," Dean muttered.

Sam exhaled sharply. "Maybe they crashed the party, took the watch, and torched the bystanders."

"Nazis," Dean huffed. "I hate these guys."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace sat at a diner table and had Aaron Bass on speakerphone. Grace was currently eating chicken tenders and applesauce.

"We're halfway through the ledger," Aaron's voice rang through. "I nailed six, and the golem got the rest. It feels good, you know, finishing what the Judah Initiative started."

"Your grandfather would be proud," Sam replied.

"Yeah, well, dropping out of college to wipe out Nazi corpse-bags wasn't exactly my mother's dream, but what are you gonna do?"

"Hey, uh, you hear about any Thule activity in our neck of the woods?" Dean asked curiously.

"Not lately." Aaron answered. "These Deutsch-nozzles have been sticking to the Fatherland."

"Lately?" Angela's brows furrowed.

"Yeah. They're closing ranks. All jumpy."

"Any idea what's cookin'?" Sam inquired.

"Whatever it is, it's big." Aaron stressed. "We got our hands on a few of their documents. Codenamed the mission 'Das Blut'—'The Blood.'"

"The…" Sam scoffed. "Wow, that sounds nice and ominous."

"Right? I mean, we're talking the whole enchilada—the Thule High Command all in one place."

"Hey, does the, uh, this pocket watch mean anything to you, Nazi-relic wise?" Angela asked.

"No. Sorry." Aaron apologized.

Sam peeked at a notification on his laptop. "Hey, another body just dropped."

"Aaron, we're gonna have to call you back, bud," Dean told him before hanging up.

~/~\~

The coroner rolled the body away and the three hunters, in their FBI apparel, were speaking to a medic. Grace stood next to Sam, holding his hand.

"By the time we got there, he was ash and bone." The medic explained. "What does that to a human being?"

"You find anything else?" Dean questioned.

"Just the body. The other victim was lucky. She got away, ran to her neighbor's, and called for help."

"So, where's the survivor now?" Angela inquired.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace exited the building just in time to see Ellie pleading for help.

"You see that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam and Angela replied.

"We gotta follow that car," Dean muttered. "Oh, I've always wanted to say that."

Angela picked up Grace and they all piled into the Impala. Grace sat on Angela's lap and the Impala sped after the stolen police car.

~/~\~

"Father…" Christoph spoke on the phone. "Yes, I have her. I'm here now. It's all locked. That's not fair. You know, I try with you. I really do. But you expect me to be a mind reader," he huffed as he searched for the keys. "And it's exhausting." He added before he heard the sound of a gun cocking. "Father, I gotta go."

"Well, family drama's a bitch, ain't it?" Dean glared. "Move."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean released Ellie and handcuffed Christoph to a chair. Angela held Grace on her hip.

"So, if you're not cops, then what are you?" Ellie demanded.

"There are things out there that shouldn't exist," Angela explained gently. "Bad things. We kill them. It's kind of our job."

"Yeah, so your safest place is with us right now," Dean added.

"Uh-huh. Safe from… Nazi zombies." Ellie replied skeptically.

"Necromancers." Sam corrected. "They use blood magic to make themselves almost immortal."

"Almost?"

"Well, you shoot 'em in the head, set 'em on fire, that usually does the trick." Dean shrugged.

"This is completely insane." Ellie shook her head.

"Ellie, you saw what they did to your friend." Angela reminded.

"Okay, but… why—why would they kill Nick? And why kidnap me?"

"Those are great questions." Dean nodded as he looked at Christoph. "What do you tools want with the watch? And what does it have to do with her?"

"You're gonna have to kill me." Christoph retorted.

Dean pursed his lips. "All right. Want to, uh…"

"Yep. All right, let's go for a walk." Sam told Ellie.

"Wait," her eyes widened. "No. No. You can't just shoot him!"

"Oh, no, sure I can." Dean cocked his gun. "See, I do it all the time."

"Oh, my…"

"You don't wanna watch this," Angela told Ellie.

"All right!" Christoph exclaimed. "All right, all right. Just… It belongs to my father. Commandant Nauhaus, Thule High Command? Ranking officer?"

"Okay." Sam nodded. "See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Carry on," Angela told the young man.

"You don't understand." Christoph shook his head. "He'll kill me."

Dean waved his gun. "What do you think this is, a tickle party?"

Christoph sighed heavily. "It started at the end of the war. The Soviets had surrounded the Fuhrerbunker. Everyone knew it was over—everyone except my father."

"All right, skip the foreplay." Dean rolled his eyes. "What did your dad do to Hitler?"

"He saved his life," Christoph answered. "Well, he saved his soul. Like, literally. The watch, it's like a—it's like a Horcrux." He added, earning a blank look from Dean.

"It's a Harry Potter thing," Sam told his brother.

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, you would know that."

"Anyways…" Angela cut in. "So, the watch holds Hitler's soul?"

"Right." Ellie scoffed. "You—you trapped Hitler's soul in a pocket watch? Why is that? For safekeeping?"

"No. To bring him back." Christoph replied, causing Ellie to laugh. "It sounded bonkers to me the first time I heard it, too."

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "The first time you heard it? Weren't you there?"

"What? No, man. I was born in Buffalo in '94." Christoph informed. "Listen, this whole, 'let's bring Hitler back' is more of an O.G. Thule plan. All they do is yap about it."

"He's joking, right? Right?" Ellie asked. "This is—this is a joke."

"Okay, wait. Let's just—lets back up to the part where your dad is going to resurrect Adolph Hitler." Dean muttered.

"After the bunker," Christoph started. "The Thule agents who were smuggling Hitler's soul got whacked by the Soviets."

"So, you lost the watch," Angela replied.

"Hey, I didn't lose it. It ended up with some Russian family. Then the Thule tracked it to China and then to Peru. Then it wound up in that antique shop. So, now they're all hyped to get their Fuhrer-resurrection on."

"This isn't a joke." Ellie realized. "Oh, my God."

"How do they plan on bringing him back?" Dean questioned.

"The soul of Hitler can only inhabit the body of somebody who possesses his blood," Christoph explained.

"His blood. 'Das blut.'" Sam's brows shot up. "So, let me get this straight. The Thule want to upload Hitler into the body of one of his relatives? Do they even exist anymore?"

"Well, there's one right there." Christoph looked at Ellie.

"Wait. Wait. You think I'm related to Hitler?" Ellie asked incredulously. "Okay, that, that—that—that is just hilarious."

"They've been keeping tabs on you your whole life. The Thule track all of Hitler's descendants. You just happen to be in the same state as the watch." Christoph chuckled. "Go figure."

"No." Ellie shook her head in denial. "No way. Okay, my mom, she—she tracked our family all the way back to the Mayflower. She said—

"You're adopted." Christoph interrupted.

Ellie clenched her jaw in anger. "You don't know anything about me."

"You're from Wheaton, Illinois. All-state cross-country all four years."

"Wow." Ellie rolled her eyes. "Wow, way to use the internet."

"You trained to become a doctor, but you dropped out at the sight of your first stiff."

"I am... taking a sabbatical." Ellie corrected.

"You dipped town two days before your wedding."

"He was banging our caterer! You…" Ellie huffed.

"It seems as though this running is a thing for you."

"I-I…" Ellie grunted indistinctly as she left the room quickly.

"See?" Christoph shrugged.

Dean turned to look at Sam and Angela.

"Yeah, we got her." Angela nodded.

"We gotta move," Dean stressed.

"We know," Sam replied.

~/~\~

Ellie sat in another room, pondering, when Sam knocked on the door.

"Hey," Angela greeted as she and Sam walked in. "How you holding up, hon?"

Ellie sniffled. "Well, I, uh, texted my mom, asked if I was adopted. She wrote, 'Honey, call us.' That guy out there just flipped my life inside out in, like, five seconds."

"Ellie, we know it probably feels like that right now, but you can handle this," Sam assured.

"Being a little flighty, I can handle," Ellie replied. "Being related to the biggest genocidal maniac of all time? I don't think so."

~/~\~

Christoph exhaled slowly. "It's been crazy hot lately, right? That global warming…"

Dean sighed heavily and just checked his watch as they waited for Sam, Angela, and Ellie.

~/~\~

"We know it's hard to believe this right now," Sam sympathized. "But it will get easier. Trust me, I've been there."

"Oh, right." Ellie retorted sarcastically. "Did someone wanna use you to resurrect Adolph Hitler?"

"Uh, w—No, not exactly."

"There you go." Ellie sniffled.

"But they did want me to bring back Lucifer," Sam replied. "I was his vessel—

"You almost, almost had me with Hitler." Ellie interrupted. "But Lucifer? Really? The Devil? I can't, okay? I can't do this."

Suddenly, Dean entered the room and looked at Ellie. "All right, meltdown time's over. Listen, you need to face this now. Believe it or not, we actually have the upper hand here. According to, uh, you know, Junior Jackass in there, the Thule want you. Now we can use that. We can set a trap."

"Oh. Oh, now you wanna use me as bait?!"

"We don't want to use you as bait, Ellie, but…" Angela sighed. "We have the opportunity to take out the entire Thule High Command in one shot."

"Now does that sound scary?" Dean asked. "Yeah, you bet. But there are times when you run and there are times when you stand and fight. Now is one of those times when you fight. Now we promise that we will keep you safe."

Ellie noticed a few men coming into the parking garage. "Oh, my God."

Dean turned around and groaned. "You gotta be kidding me."

Sam pushed Ellie to the ground. "Get down."

Angela set Grace down next to Ellie. "Grace, stay here and stay down. Okay?"

"Okay, Mommy." Grace nodded, her eyes wide.

Dean opened the door and shot at the Thule. The hunters battled it out with three of the men as Christoph untied himself. The three hunters were thrown around, but managed to get a few licks in themselves.

"Verstanden?" one of the men asked. "Ruckzug! Sie ist auf der Flucht!"

"Go!" one of the other men yelled.

The four men ran off and the hunters went back to the room to check on Ellie and Grace.

"Ellie?" Sam frowned when he noticed she was gone.

Angela ran over to her Grace and picked her up, making sure that she was okay.

"The lady ran, Mommy." Grace looked up at her mother.

"Dean! We got a problem!" Angela called out.

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it's being posted so late, I have been so busy today. Anyway, if you can, please leave a review letting me know what you think. Feedback is so important to writers. Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily