Family Feud Part 2

Sam, Dean, and Angela stood outside the bus station and Sam held Grace on his hip. The hunters watched as a man exited the bus.

"There he is," Dean commented.

"Yep." Sam and Angela muttered as they all started walking toward the man.

"Gavin." Dean greeted.

"Hey, Gavin." Angela smiled softly. "Good to see you, hon. How's life in the 21st century treating you?"

"Oh, fine." Gavin nodded. "Where's my father, then?"

"Walk with us, Gav," Dean instructed.

"How sick is he?" Gavin asked worriedly.

"About that…" Sam trailed off. "We might've exaggerated a little bit."

"Lied. We lied." Dean clarified.

"Okay, well, we knew you wouldn't come if it was just us," Angela admitted.

"We need your help, Gavin." Dean sighed heavily.

"Help?" Gavin asked incredulously before turning to a passerby. "Help!"

"Nah, we're fine," Sam assured the passerby. "Um, just hear us out, please."

"How did you find… What are you going to do to me?"

"Just wanna ask you a few questions," Dean answered as he showed Gavin a drawing of The Star. "About this."

Gavin's eyes widened in disbelief. "Dear God, that's The Star. That's my ship!"

"Well, it should've been," Sam replied.

"Yeah, we know all about her."

"We figured there's someone you'd wanna meet," Angela commented.

The rear door of the Impala opened and Rowena stepped out.

"Hello, Gavin," she smiled. "You look just like my father when he was young."

"Gavin, meet Rowena," Angela introduced. "Your grandmother."

"My grandmother?" Gavin breathed out in shock. "She cannae be alive."

"Well, technically, dude, neither can you." Dean reminded.

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"Amazin'," Gavin grinned as he looked at the museum piece about The Star. "Father told me she'd gone down in the storm and that was the end of her."

"The end of you, too, if you'd been aboard," Rowena added.

"Huh."

"Gavin, what can you tell us about the other passengers who were supposed to make the crossing?" Sam asked.

"Ordinary folk. Storekeepers, farmers, a doctor, a teacher." Gavin recalled.

"A teacher?" Sam raised his brows.

"Aye." Gavin nodded. "Mistress Allaway. She taught most of us in the village. This everything they found aboard?"

"Yes." Dean nodded. "Let us know if you recognize anything."

Gavin started flipping through a catalog of the exhibit. "Nope. Nope. Ooh, there's Mr. MacCallum's hook. Had no hand, you see." He explained as he stopped at a picture. "No. No. Oh, sweet Lord. It's the locket."

"The locket?" Angela's brows furrowed.

Gavin handed the binder to Angela. "I bought it myself. It was a gift for my Fiona."

"Darlin', you had a wee girlfriend?" Rowena cooed.

"Look at this," Dean pointed. "Added to the exhibit six months ago."

"Fiona Duncan, the love of my life." Gavin murmured. "When she found out I was going to American, nothing would do but I take her with me. I told her it was too dangerous."

"How did it get here?" Sam questioned. "If you didn't board the ship, then she wouldn't have either, right?"

"I don't know," Gavin admitted. "That terrible night… I was packing, ready to leave. Fiona said she was going to come see me, beg me one more time to take her along. Obviously, I never made it to the ship. If Fiona came that night, I was gone."

"And she would've thought that you left without her." Angela realized.

"Dear God," Gavin shook his head. "She must've smuggled herself aboard."

"Would she have really done something like that?" Angela asked.

"Iron will, that one. She'd have stayed hidden until they were at sea and there was no turnin' back."

"And she would've died, pissed as hell and heartbroken." Dean sighed.

"Yeah, unfinished business," Sam muttered. "We got a ghost tethered to the locket."

Gavin's eyes widened. "A ghost? My Fiona's a ghost?"

"All right, where is this thing?" Dean asked. "Item 121."

"121?"

"Yeah."

"All right." Sam nodded.

As they began searching, Dean looked into one of the cases. Inside, there was a stand with item 121 listed, but it wasn't there.

"Sam, Angie?" Dean called over.

"What?" Sam asked as he adjusted Grace on his hip.

"It's gone."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into Dr. Ochoa's office.

"Sorry to interrupt, Dr. Ochoa," Angela started. "We've been looking through the shipwreck exhibit in connection with the murders."

"There seems to be an item missing," Dean added. "Yeah. Uh… It's right here. It's a locket."

"That's no possible," Dr. Ochoa replied. "It's in a sealed case."

"We know, ma'am, but—but we've looked everywhere. It's definitely gone." Sam stressed.

"Have one of those, um, student tours been through here the last couple of days, the ones led by the teachers?" Dean asked.

"Yes, there was one yesterday."

"And where are they from?" Dean asked.

"Uh… The Pembroke Day School for Girls."

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Sam and Dean burst into the Pembroke Day School for Girls as the ghost threw Elizabeth across the room, while Angela stayed back in the Impala with Grace. The ghost turned and Dean shot it with rock salt as Rowena and Gavin entered the room.

Sam jogged over to Elizabeth and helped her off the ground.

"Is it dead?" Elizabeth's voice wavered in fear.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Has been for a long time."

"What?" she frowned in confusion.

"It was a ghost," Dean replied.

"The rock salt only slowed it down," Sam added.

"All right, we gotta figure out if this was Fiona," Dean muttered. "So, showtime."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Rowena, and Gavin were sitting together, and Grace sat on Angela's lap.

"Her life aboard that ship was so unbearable, she felt death would be a relief." Gavin shook his head sadly. "But the sweet maid I knew is now a spirit bent on revenge."

"So, we agree Fiona has to be stopped," Sam replied.

"We can't burn her bones. They're at the bottom of the Atlantic." Dean scoffed.

"Could destroy the locket," Angela suggested. "Then again, she might also be tethered to something else on the ship."

"Either way, nothing can bring back the poor people she killed," Gavin replied.

"Actually," Sam pursed his lips. "There might be a-a way to fix pretty much everything."

"What?" Gavin frowned.

"Keep Fiona from going Casper in the first place," Dean answered.

"Yeah. There's no reason for her to be a ghost if she's not angry and alone… on the ship." Sam alluded.

Rowena narrowed her eyes. "You don't intend to tamper with the flow of time do you?"

"That's up to Gavin," Angela replied.

"Look, we're lookin' for a fix here, okay?" Dean sighed. "This is it. We get him aboard that ship, he travels with Fiona, keeps her safe."

"And go to his death," Rowena argued. "That's your solution?"

"I didn't say it was a fun one, okay? Just the one, and you know it." Dean defended. "And it would keep history intact."

"I… was thinking the same thing," Gavin admitted. "I loved her. She loved me. That's the only reason any of this happened. I can spare her the nightmare she's trapped in. I cannae say I ever fit here. Here, I'm alone. Fiona and me, we'll spend eternity together."

"Never gonna happen." Crowley appeared suddenly. "Just 'cause you three morons can't keep your own family all in the same dimension, doesn't mean you can mess with mine!"

"Father, I want to do this," Gavin stressed.

"What you want is a gym membership, happy hour at Hooters, and Cubs tickets—none of which are available anywhere else but here."

"I've made up my mind."

"Then why did you call me?" Crowley demanded.

"You called him?" Dean raised his brows.

"To say goodbye," Gavin replied.

"Let him go, Fergus," Rowena told her son.

"Butt out," Crowley growled.

"Fergus, he's not like us." She argued. "He believes in things. Let him do what he believes is right."

Gavin stood up and Crowley reached out for him.

"Manete!" Rowena chanted, freezing Crowley in place.

"Mother… Damn you."

"I'm sorry, Father." Gavin apologized sincerely.

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Rowena and Gavin stood next to the Impala and Gavin got in with Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace. The Impala sped off, leaving Rowena behind.

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Lebanon, Kansas

Inside the library, Sam was working on a spell that he found in one of the books that were open on the table.

"That soup yet?" Dean asked.

"Almost," Sam replied as he kept mixing the ingredients. "You ready?" he asked Gavin.

"Do it." He nodded. "Ah…"

Sam cut Gavin's hand and blood ran into the bowl. Angela handed Gavin a bandanna to wrap around his hand while Sam walked over to the wall and started drawing a sigil.

"Ready to do this, Gavin?" Angela asked gently.

"You're positive this will work?" he asked.

"Never done it before," Dean admitted. "But our granddad did. And Abaddon. And Rowena tweaked the spell so that you could use it."

"All right. I think that's it." Sam sighed.

"This is a tough one," Dean admitted.

"You're a good guy, Gavin," Sam told the young man. "Thank you."

"Hopefully… this is all for the best." Gavin kissed the locket.

"Beam him up, Scotty."

"Kah-nee-lah, poo-goh, kah-nee-lah." Sam chanted.

The sigil started to glow and Fiona appeared next to Gavin. They held hands and vanished into a bright, golden light.

"You know…" Angela sighed heavily. "I kinda feel for Crowley."

"What?" Sam's brows furrowed.

"I wouldn't want Gracie sacrificing herself," Angela shrugged. "Even if it was for something she believed was right. I couldn't watch our daughter do that."

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Sam was looking at his laptop and Angela sat on his lap when Dean walked in behind them.

"So, the teachers at the girls' school are all back to work," Dean commented. "It's like nothing ever happened. That's all the victims in Ohio."

"Well, no mention of the Massachusetts murder either," Sam replied. "Uh, no Fiona, no angry ghost. Looks like history is back on track. Thank you, Gavin."

Suddenly, the door to the bunker opened and Mary and Robert walked in.

"Mom!"

"Dad!" Angela grinned.

"Well, well!" Dean exclaimed.

"Hey!" Sam greeted.

Angela stood up and hugged her dad tightly and the brothers followed her close behind.

"It has been a while," Dean started. "A long, long… long, long, long, long while."

"Yeah, all right." Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance. "He's dramatic, as you know. What he meant to say was, we missed you. Glad you're back."

"Burgers." Mary held up a fast-food bag.

"Beer." Robert held up a six-pack.

"Mmm." Dean hummed. "Forgiven. Watcha been up to?"

"Oh. Jogging, tai chi, meditation." Mary shrugged. "Melting rugaru brains."

"Uh, m-m-melting rugaru brains?" Sam stammered.

"There's no easy way to say it, so I'm just gonna say it," Robert started. "Mary and I have sort of… been working with the British Men of Letters."

Angela frowned deeply. "You what?"

"W-what do you mean?" Sam asked.

"Ah." Dean crossed his arms.

"We, um… we have a-a history with them." Sam reminded.

"Yeah, them trying to kill us." Angela scoffed.

"We know," Mary replied. "And it was a hard decision. But they're doing good work. We have helped them save people, a lot of people. We can learn from them." She explained, looking from Sam and Angela to Dean. "Do not give me the face."

"What face?" Dean demanded.

"You know the face."

"There's no face." Dean retorted.

"That's the face," Mary argued as Dean looked away from her.

"We have our own tool kit, and it works just fine." Angela narrowed her eyes. "And for obvious reasons, like broken ribs and burnt feet, we don't trust the Brits."

"So, where does that leave us?" Dean questioned.

"Same as always," Mary replied. "Family."

"Just hear us out, please." Robert pleaded.

A/N: Hey y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! Please let me know what you think :) Love y'all, xoxo

~Emily