The One You've Been Waiting For Part 2

Sam, Dean, and Angela had changed out of their FBI apparel and Dean slammed the trunk closed as Sam hung up the phone. Grace sat in the Impala playing with her stuffed animal.

"Still not picking up." Sam sighed heavily.

"Awesome," Dean muttered sarcastically.

"Maybe she got spooked." Angela shrugged.

"Well, isn't running a whole thing with her?" Dean asked.

"Hey, it's Ellie. You know what to do." Her voicemail rang through the speaker.

"Ellie, it's Sam Winchester. Again." Sam said. "Listen, I know all this Hitler stuff is confusing, but I promise we can explain it. And we can keep you safe. Just call me back. Okay?"

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace were in the diner. The hunters were searching through the internet on their laptops while Grace slept in Sam's lap.

"All right, there's gotta be a tracking spell, right?" Angela suggested.

"Yeah, maybe if we had something to track."

"Well, guess we hack every traffic light in the city until we find her," Dean muttered.

Sam just flapped his lips in frustration.

~/~\~

"Gracias," Dean thanked the waitress as she refilled his coffee. "Anything?"

"No," Sam shook his head. "I—I—I mean, I have no idea how we're gonna find her."

"Hi," Christoph greeted as he slid into the booth next to Sam and Dean cocked the gun under the table. "If you wanna find Ellie, you have to protect me."

"Protect you?" Dean raised his brows. "Why should we believe anything you say?"

Christoph sighed. "Don't look now. Across the street, there's a Thule agent right beside the dumpster outside. Is that enough? I just killed one of my dad's guys."

"Could be a trap." Angela glared.

"It's not," Christoph stressed. "Do you know what it was like to have a Nazi necromancer for a father? It sucked. Christmas was a joke. Career Day at school was a nightmare. All I do is try to make him proud, I'll never be good enough. He asked a guy named Fritz to kill me."

"Okay, well, there's that," Dean muttered.

"We'll hear you out," Angela told the young man. "Where is she?"

"I can take you to her."

"All right, you guys get the car," Dean instructed. "I'll take care of the Kraut. All right."

"Go," Sam told Christoph.

~/~\~

The Impala pulled up and the three hunters got out and looked around to make sure the coast was clear.

"All right," Sam opened the door and let Christoph out before handcuffing him.

"Hey, what—what are you doing?" Christoph frowned. "Wait, you're just gonna leave me here."

"Pretty much," Sam replied as he locked the other cuff to the steering wheel.

"What? Hey! Hey!"

"Shh." Sam hushed.

Dean lowered the binoculars as Sam and Angela approached. "All right, we got two outside and who knows how many inside."

"Great." Sam and Angela scoffed.

"Ooh." Dean pulled the grenade launcher out of the trunk.

Angela's brows furrowed. "No."

"Why?" Dean practically pouted.

"Dean, we need to be stealth, do this quietly," Angela argued. "Dean? Dean. Hon, we'll get a chance. It's okay."

Dean sighed in disappointment and put the grenade launcher back in the trunk. He cocked his gun. "Let's go kill some Nazis."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the building, making sure to be as quiet as possible.

"Should've just brought the grenade launcher," Dean muttered. "Admit it though, you're having fun."

Suddenly, three Thule agents came up and pointed their guns at the hunters.

Sam sighed deeply. "Yeah, so much fun."

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were brought to the room that Ellie was being kept in. The three hunters stood in front of who they thought was Nauhaus.

"Well, if it isn't Father of the Year." Dean sassed.

Hans smacked Dean upside the head. "Address den Fuhrer with respect!"

Angela's brows furrowed. "Fuhrer? Hitler?"

"Hitler." Dean realized.

"Sam, Dean, und Angela Winchester." Hitler smiled manically. "You must be important. He feared you." He added as he pointed to his head. "Nauhaus, still up here."

"A nice new meat suit. It come with two testicles this time?" Dean asked.

"One of many upgrades I'm enjoying. Like this!" Hitler held up his cell phone. "It's like having a tiny Goebbels in my pocket! I sold 10 million copies of 'Mein Kampf.' What do you think I can do with Twitter?" he chuckled before exhaling sharply. "Where is my plane?!"

Meanwhile, Ellie was trying to get off the gurney.

"Almost ready, Fuhrer," Hans assured.

"Good."

"What shall we do with them?" Hans asked.

"Take them with us. I shall very much enjoy introducing them to my new dogs." Hitler smiled.

Ellie, who had managed to get out of her bonds, grabbed a nearby fun and fired a shot, killing one of the Thule agents. A fight broke out amongst everyone in the room.

"No, wait. Wait." Hitler breathed heavily as Dean approached. "No. I—I can explain."

Dean knocked Hitler out and pulled out his gun, aiming for Hitler's head. "Heil this." He said before shooting him directly in the forehead.

"Thank…" Ellie exhaled before passing out.

"Dude…" Sam stared at Dean.

"You killed Hitler," Angela whispered.

"Yeah," Dean realized. "Awesome."

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, Dean, and Ellie walked toward the Impala as the sun came up.

"I killed Hitler. I killed Hitler. I killed Hitler." Dean beamed. "I think that entitles me to free drink for the rest of my life. I'm gonna get t-shirts made."

"You know no one's gonna believe you, right?" Angela quirked a brow.

"But you and Sammy believe me. You were there." Dean replied.

Once they got to the car, Dean opened the door and looked at Christoph. Grace stirred in her car seat and started to wake up.

"All right, let's go." Dean unlocked the handcuffs.

"Hold up, you're not gonna kill me?"

"No, we had a deal. Besides, you got bigger problems." Dean replied.

"The Thule that are left are gonna hunt you as a traitor forever," Sam informed. "Our advice? Run."

"Why don't you head back to Buffalo?" Dean suggested. "Nobody goes to Buffalo."

Christoph disappeared around the corner, leaving the hunters and Ellie to get into the Impala.

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, and Ellie walked toward her apartment door after driving back to the city. Meanwhile, Dean was entertaining Grace in the Impala.

"So, how you holding up?" Sam asked gently.

"Uh, well, we just burned a pile of dead Nazi zombie bodies. One of which I killed, so maybe, like, third worst day ever." Ellie replied. "I've had a rough time lately."

"Yeah, and then all this happens." Angela sighed.

"I think I'm gonna be okay, though. I should probably call my mom. You can only run for so long, you know?" Ellie shrugged. "So, uh, what do you think is harder, facing the reincarnation of Hitler or going back to med school?"

"I think I gotta say, Hitler." Angela chuckled.

"Yeah, I think—I think so." Ellie laughed. "Thank you for everything."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Uh… take care of yourself."

"Yeah." Ellie smiled before walking into her apartment.

Sam and Angela got back into the Impala and Dean looked at them.

"Good to go." Sam nodded.

"You know, I was thinkin'…" Dean trailed off. "We passed a bakery on the way into town. Sign said, 'Best pie for a thousand miles.'"

"So, now you want pie?" Angela laughed.

"I want pie!" Grace exclaimed.

"I killed Hitler." Dean grinned. "I think I deserve some pie. Did I mention I killed Hitler?"

"Angie and I are never gonna hear the end of this, are we?"

"Probably not," Dean admitted.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter. If you did, be sure to leave a review and let me know what you think! Feedback is so important to writers and I genuinely love seeing your reactions :) Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily