First Blood Part 2

Colorado

Mary and Robert pulled up in a parking lot and were joined by Angela, Castiel, and Grace.

"You got here quickly," Castiel commented as he, Angela, and Grace got into the back seat.

"Yep." Mary nodded. "What do you think we're walking into?"

"I don't know," Angela admitted.

"We may want backup," Robert suggested.

"Crowley and Rowena?" Castiel shrugged.

Mary scoffed lightly. "The King of Hell and his mother? The witch? Hope we can do better than that."

"I may have an idea," Castiel replied.

"Good." Robert nodded. "Seat belt on. Mary drives fast."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were trudging through the muddy woods.

"All right, so we got what? An hour 'til dark?" Sam muttered. "Which puts us at six hours 'til midnight?"

"That sounds about right." Dean nodded.

"Dean, we gotta talk about this."

"Okay, we will. All right?" Dean assured his brother. "Later."

~/~\~

Mary, Robert, Angela, and Castiel were parked along a forested road, and have met up with their backup, Mick and Ketch. Angela held Grace on her hip.

"This is your idea?" Mary scoffed. "The people that almost killed my boys and Angela? They're gonna be our backup? Suddenly the demon and his mommy don't look so bad."

"They helped us with Lucifer," Castiel argued.

"Lucifer? The Lucifer?" Mick's brows shot up.

"Yes." Castiel nodded.

"Wait, so you're telling me what happened in Indianapolis was you took on the bleedin' devil himself?" Mick asked in disbelief.

"Yes," Castiel confirmed.

"Did you win?" Arthur questioned.

"Yes," Angela nodded. "And it wasn't the first time, either."

Mick and Arthur shared a very impressed glance with one another.

"Bravo," Arthur smirked.

"But… Sam and Dean were taken." Mary revealed. "We think we can get them back, but we need… help."

"So, we'll help." Mick nodded.

"Really? Just like that?" Angela quirked a brow.

"Mrs. Winchester—Angela…" Mick quickly corrected. "I came to this country to do one thing—Make friends. But you American hunters, you're… you're a different breed than our sort. You're surly. Suspicious. You don't play well with others."

"Well, that is accurate," Castiel muttered.

"You don't trust people you don't know, even when they come bearings gifts." Mick continued. "Now I can't help that, but I can help you. And if word were to get out that we did our part to save Sam and Dean Winchester, well, that's just good business, innit? And who knows? When all this is over, we might even be friends."

"We think Sam and Dean were being held somewhere in the Rocky Mountain National Forest," Angela explained.

"Sit 94?" Arthur inquired. "It's a government facility, off books. Shadow ops. One of those places that officially doesn't exist."

"Then how do you know about it?" Robert questioned.

"We gather information. It's our job." Mick replied.

"They told us to meet them off State Route 34," Castiel added.

"Well, that's a long stretch of road," Arthur muttered. "Where, exactly?"

"I'm not sure."

"I'll get our techs to put a satellite over the area," Mick muttered.

"You can do that?" Mary's brows shot up.

"And so much more." Mick smiled.

Everyone was about to leave, but Arthur held Castiel back for a moment.

"Do you have any idea what sort of trouble we're walking into?"

"No," Castiel answered.

"Oh, good. I do like a surprise."

~/~\~

Sam and Dean were hiding behind a large tree when they noticed the soldiers headed their way.

"They're on us," Sam whispered.

"Yeah. Dammit."

The brothers took off running again and then stopped behind another large tree. As a single soldier searched the woods nearby, he was distracted by his walkie talkie.

"This is Norton," he said into the radio. "I'm on the ri—

Norton was cut off by Sam tackling him, and Dean wrestled away his gun and radio.

"Norton?" the radio crackles. "Norton, this is Sanchez, do you copy?"

Sam had choked Norton into unconsciousness and Dean picked up the walkie talkie.

"Norton has gone night-night," Dean told Rick.

"Winchester," Rick's voice rang through.

"This is the man in charge?" Dean demanded.

"That's right."

"Well, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You're gonna call your boys, and you're gonna turn around, and nobody's gonna get hurt."

"No, no." Rick retorted. "This is how it's gonna go. I take my highly trained soldiers, track your ass down, and you get hurt. A lot. You can't run forever. You're trapped out here."

"Well, what we have here is a failure to communicate. 'Cause we're not trapped out here with you." Dean warned. "You're trapped out here with us."

~/~\~

Night had fallen, and the brothers were still running through the woods when they stumbled across an abandoned cabin.

"That'll work." Dean shrugged.

~/~\~

Inside the cabin, it was dark and dusty, but the brothers quickly and quietly set to work laying out a series of booby traps. Dean found a hunting knife while Sam found a box of matches and an oil lamp, lighting it. Dean managed to find a bear trap and set it up in the woods outside, covering it with leaves. Sam found a first aid kit and set it beside the lamp, completing their plan.

~/~\~

One of the soldiers, in the cabin, stepped slowly across the floor and heard a gun cock from below the floorboards. When shots rang out, he got shot in the feet from below the floor and crumbled to the ground, screaming.

~/~\~

Another soldier, behind the cabin, was now on high alert to the sounds inside and was distracted enough for Dean to sneak up behind him and grab the soldier's sidearm from his thigh holster and overpower him, stabbing him in the leg. The man fell to the ground, clutching his injured leg as Dean ran off.

"Go!" Rick yelled.

~/~\~

Inside the cabin, Sam overpowered another soldier and knocked him out easily. On his way out, Sam took the first aid kit from the table and set it down on the chest of the man who had been shot in the feet.

"You'll live," Sam told the man before grabbing his rifle and leaving the cabin.

~/~\~

Rick aimed his gun into the woods in search of a target and Dean snuck up behind him.

"Hey," Dean called out.

Rick turned and aimed his gun at Dean. As he took a step forward, Rick stepped into the bear trap and dropped his gun as he fell to the ground in pain. Dean kicked the gun away and Rick looked up at him, expecting to be killed.

"I told you. You're trapped."

Agent Camp stepped out of the woods behind Dean and Rick spotted him.

"Camp. Shoot him!"

Agent Camp cocked his handgun and was about to take aim at Dean when Sam came up alongside Agent Camp, aiming a rifle at his head.

"Don't," Sam warned. "Hand me the gun." He demanded, taking the gun from the older agent. "You want the truth? The President was possessed by the Devil. We saved his life. That's the truth."

"Now you can take that and do whatever you want with it," Dean added. "But if you come after us, you know what'll happen."

Sam and Dean stood together and walked away from the cabin.

"Who are you?" Agent Camp called out.

"We're the guys that saved the world," Sam answered.

~/~\~

The underbrush rustled and the brothers came crashing out to meet Castiel, Angela, and Grace, who were standing in the clearing waiting for them.

"Sam! Dean!" Castiel exclaimed.

"Cas," the brothers replied in unison.

"Sammy!" Angela ran to her husband.

"Oh, baby," Sam breathed out, picking her up easily. "I am so glad to see you."

"Daddy!" Grace ran over, beaming. "I'm four now!"

Sam set Angela down and picked Grace up. "Look at you, you are getting so big, Peanut. I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"It's okay," Grace kissed her father's cheek. "Missed you and Unca Dean."

"We missed you too, sweetheart," Dean sauntered over after hugging Castiel. "Angie, you are a sight for sore eyes."

Angela walked over and hugged Dean tightly. "I'm so happy you boys are safe."

After their reunion, Sam finally noticed Mary and Robert standing a short distance away.

"Mom," Sam handed Grace back to Angela while he went to hug his mother.

"Glad to see you boys safe and sound." Robert nodded.

Dean walked over and hugged Mary tightly and clapped Robert on the shoulder.

~/~\~

Angela carried Grace as they all walked the rest of the way through the woods, back to Mary's car.

"How did y'all even find us?" Sam asked curiously.

"They helped," Mary replied.

"Hello, lads," Mick greeted.

"They have a thermal imaging satellite that saw you. From space." Castiel informed.

"Well, we don't have one. Just borrowed it for a bit." Mick corrected. "Friends in all the right places."

"Well, I guess this is where we're supposed to say thank you," Dean replied.

"No need. Happy to be of service."

"Again," Arthur added.

"Okay, then." Sam nodded. "We should get. The people we left, they'll call for backup any second."

"Uh, you left survivors?" Arthur raised his brows.

"They were soldiers," Dean argued. "Just doing what they were told."

"Still… a bit unprofessional." Arthur muttered.

"We'll handle it," Sam assured. "Let's get."

Dean glared at Arthur and Castiel gave him a dubious look before they all piled into Mary's car.

~/~\~

Mary drove toward a bridge. Inside the car, the GPS screen showed that it was 11:59 pm. Dean, in the back seat, looked over at him. Mary glanced back to smile at Dean.

"So, wait, you and Robert are hunting?" Dean's brows creased together.

"A little bit," Mary admitted.

"Yeah," Sam smirked. "I knew you couldn't stay away."

Suddenly, the radio turned on and static crackled. The car started to lose all power and the engine sputtered to a halt just as it rolled up to the bridge.

"It's time," Sam muttered.

Dean cast a guilty look at Castiel and Angela, and the realization dawned on them that Dean knew exactly what was happening. Dean couldn't bear to look at either of them and turned away. The car continued to roll out onto the bridge and finally stopped. The doors opened and everyone got out.

"What's happening?" Robert questioned.

"Yeah, Dean," Billie said suddenly. "'Sup."

"Billie?" Angela approached the reaper, along with Mary and Castiel.

"The reaper?" Castiel frowned.

"I don't understand." Angela shook her head.

"Kiddo… that place… there was only one way we were getting out of there, and that wasn't breathing." Dean explained. "So, I made a call."

"Dean talked with her, and then Billie came to see me," Sam added. "And we made a deal. We'd get to die and come back one more time, but in exchange…"

"Come midnight, a Winchester goes bye-bye. Like, permanently." Billie finished. "And that is something I've been looking forward to for a long time."

Mary frowned deeply. "Why would you—

"We were already dead." Dean shrugged weakly. "Being locked in that cell with nothing… I've been to Hell. This was worse."

"At least this way, one of us gets to keep fighting." Sam reasoned.

"You don't have to do this," Castiel stressed.

"Yeah, they do," Billie replied. "We made a pact, bound in blood. You break that, there's consequences on a cosmic scale. So, who's it gonna be?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other but before either of them could answer, Mary turned to face Billie, drawing her handgun from her waistband.

"Me." Mary swallowed nervously.

"Mom, mom," Dean frowned.

"No. No." Sam shook his head.

"Mary—

Billie flung everyone else away with her power.

"You said come midnight, a Winchester dies? I'm a Winchester." Mary reasoned.

"Works for me." Billie shrugged.

Mary cocked her gun and raised it toward the temple of her head.

"Mom!"

"Don't!" Dean cried out.

Mary sniffled. "I love you."

Mary was about to pull the trigger when suddenly, an angel blade pierced through Billie's chest from behind, and she fell down dead, revealing Castiel behind her. Everyone looked suitably shocked, including the angel. Mary lowered her gun and Robert, Angela, and Grace got to their feet.

"Cas, what have you done?" Dean demanded.

"What had to be done," he replied firmly. "You know this world—this sad, doomed little world—it needs you. It needs every last Winchester it can get, and I will not let you die. I won't let any of you die. And I won't let you sacrifice yourselves. You mean too much to me. To everything. Yeah, you made a deal. You made a stupid deal, and I broke it. You're welcome."

~/~\~

Lebanon, Kansas

Angela walked into the room she shared with Sam after putting Grace to bed. Sam was lying down on the bed, cleaned up and out of that blue jumpsuit.

"Hey baby," Angela sat next to him on the bed.

"Hi," Sam smiled up at her.

Angela fidgeted with the comforter nervously. "Um… I actually have something to tell you."

Sam's brows furrowed in concern and he sat up.

"It's good news," Angela assured quickly. "While you and Dean were gone, um, I had been feeling nauseous and I was vomiting—a lot. I thought it was stress or a stomach bug, but, um… Cas checked, and…" she swallowed nervously. "Sam, I'm pregnant."

Sam was silent for a few moments, digesting the information, and a smile slowly spread across his face. "Really? H-how far along are you?"

"About eight weeks." Angela grinned. "We're having another baby, Sammy."

Sam took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Angela giggled and pecked Sam on the lips. "I love you too, Sammy. I'm am so, so glad that you're home."

A/N: Hey, guys, I'm so glad you liked the last chapter! And now it's finally been revealed to Sam that Angie's pregnant! I hope you guys liked this chapter, I sure enjoyed writing it. Love you guys, xoxo :)

~Emily