The Raid Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Mary and Robert stood across from the three younger hunters. Sam was sitting at the map table while Dean and Angela stood, anger etched on their faces.

"Just hear us out," Robert started before looking directly at Angela. "Pumpkin, please."

"Wow." Angela shook her head in disappointment. "Just wow."

"What the British Men of Letters are doing, what we're doing, it's a better way," Mary stressed. "They," she sighed heavily. "Look, I'm not blind to who they are or what they've done, but—

"When?" Sam cut his mother off. "When? When did you two start working with them?"

"Since before the lake house," Robert answered, earning a scoff from Sam.

"It wasn't Wally." Mary continued. "They brought us that case."

"You were runnin' an errand for the Brits. And you kept it from us." Dean sneered. "Cas almost died."

"I—

"A hunter got killed." Angela interrupted.

"You think we don't know?" Robert retorted.

"We're the ones who burned his body," Mary added. "We're the ones who told his wife. We watch him die every night."

"Good." Dean glared icily.

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"Robert and I are doing this for you," Mary defended. "We're playing decades of catch up here."

"And we're not?" Angela snapped. "This hasn't exactly been easy for us either, Mary."

"We're your kids, and you both have been gone. For a long time." Dean added. "You and Robert said that you needed time. No, you said you needed space. So, we gave you your space. But you didn't need just space. No, you needed space from us."

"That's not true," Mary argued. "Dean, we're trying—

"You both have a granddaughter who wants to know you." Angela snapped angrily. "And another grandchild on the way. And you two haven't even tried to get to know Grace."

"Pumpkin—

"How 'bout for once, you just try to be parents?" Dean glared.

"I am your mother," Mary looked at her eldest son. "But I am not 'just a mom.' And you are not a child."

"I never was," Dean replied sadly. "So, between us and them—

"It's not like that," Mary assured.

"Yeah, Mary, it is." Dean pursed his lips. "And you guys made your choice. So, there's the door."

Dean stormed out of the library and Angela quickly followed after him.

"Sam," Mary tried.

"You should go. Both of you." Sam told the older hunters before he got up and left as well.

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Three days later

In the bunker, Sam was working on his laptop while Angela was coloring with Grace at the map table.

"Dead guy in Akron," Dean said as he descended down the stairs. "Body found two days ago. Throat ripped out, ear-to-ear." He set his own laptop down on the table.

"Well, good morning to you, too," Sam muttered.

"Read it."

Sam chuckled in response and scanned over the article. "The guy was a-a known drug dealer with enemies. His throat wasn't ripped out, it was slit with a knife. I'm not really sure this is our kind of thing."

"We don't know that." Dean shrugged. "His blood could've been drained."

"It could've been?" Sam quirked a brow.

"You know what? You find us a case." Dean replied in annoyance. "'Cause I need to hit something. Now."

"You wanna talk about it?" Angela looked at her brother-in-law.

"Not really," Dean grumbled. "What were they thinkin'?"

"I don't know." Sam sighed. "Maybe we should ask them."

"What?" Dean scoffed in disbelief.

"Look, I-I am pissed and—and frustrated and confused, too. But we've frozen Mom and Robert out for days."

"They lied to us, baby." Angela reminded.

"I know."

"For months," Dean added.

"I know, but they're our parents." Sam shrugged. "I mean, whatever they were doing, they must've had a good reason."

"A good reason?" Dean repeated incredulously. "A good reason for working with those ass clowns?"

"Look, I hear you, all right? But—but at the end of the day, they're family." Sam argued. "We owe it to them to at least—

"Alright, you know what? Screw it. I need a drink." Dean stood up and shrugged his coat on.

"You…" Sam sighed heavily.

"No, I need drinks. Plural." Dean corrected. "And this whole peacemaker shtick that you've been running, first with Cas, now with Mom and Robert, it's getting old, man."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam demanded.

"You're always playing the middle, Sam. For once, why don't you pick a side?" Dean muttered before walking up the stairs.

"Just give him his space, baby," Angela told her husband.

"Why is Unca Dean mad?" Grace asked curiously.

"Sometimes, families get into fights," Angela explained as Sam checked his phone. "And right now, Dean is upset with Grandma and Grandpa, because they lied to us."

"And lying is bad." Grace nodded.

"That's right, Gracie."

"Hey, babe?" Sam looked at his wife. "Mom texted me. Said she needed to meet urgently. Would you be willing to come?"

Angela sighed reluctantly, but nodded. "Fine."

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Sam and Angela pulled up to the British Men of Letters compound and Sam shut the engine off. The hunters got out and Angela took Grace out of her car seat.

"Thanks for coming," Mary told them sincerely.

"What's so urgent?" Sam demanded.

"We messed up," Robert started. "We know we messed up. But what the British Men of Letters are doing, this is bigger than us. We've got a real shot here."

"Shot at what?" Angela questioned.

"A world without monsters, Angela," Mary answered. "A world where you, Sam, and Dean don't have to hunt, where you can have normal lives. Your children can have normal lives."

"We chose this life." Sam reminded.

"I know." Mary nodded. "But you were going to school, to college. And I get why you gave it up. But what if you didn't have to? What if there was a different future for you, for us?"

"That's why we're doing this," Robert added. "That is what Mary and I are fighting for. We're not trying to recruit you, but you both need to know. Things are changing."

"Please," Mary begged. "Just let us show you."

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"It's, uh, just in here," Mary noted as she and Robert led them into the compound.

"Wow," Sam muttered as he noticed all the computers and monitors around the room.

"Believe it or not," Robert started. "This is just their temporary base. The Brits talk like they're roughing it."

"Sam and Angela Winchester." Mick walked up to them and turned to look at Mary and Robert. "You didn't tell me your children were stopping by."

"Didn't know we had to." Mary retorted.

"Anyway, welcome." Mick offered his hand for them to shake.

Sam ignored the gesture and pursed his lips. "Yeah, um, you know, I really dig the whole low-budget Mission Impossible vibe, but we're gonna head back."

"You sure?" Mick asked. "You're just in time for the briefing."

"Mick," Robert warned.

"I mean, that is, if you wanna hear how we're gonna exterminate every last vampire in America." Mick continued.

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Lebanon, Kansas

Dean sauntered into the bunker and looked around. "Sammy? Angie? Lucy! I—

The older Winchester walked toward the table and plucked a note off the lamp. "Went out. Back later." He muttered. "Whatever." Dean shrugged as he turned to the empty liquor cabinet, only to find out that the bottles were empty. "Oh, no."

Dean set down the bottle with a thud and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

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"What'd, you guys forget your key?" Dean asked as he opened the door with a creak.

"Hello, mate." Ketch greeted.

Dean squinted slightly. "How'd you find us?"

"Well, this is a Men of Letters bunker," Ketch replied obviously. "The location's no secret to us."

"Okay. Cool. Well, good talk." Dean moved to shut the door.

Ketch put his hand out, stopping the door. "And whilst I understand that you're not feeling warmly disposed to me, I wonder, what's your disposition to this incredibly rare, unspeakably expensive, a bottle of barrel proof Scotch?"

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"Before we get started, we've got a few new faces," Mick told everyone who was sitting around the conference table. "This is Pierce Moncrieff, a hunter out of Baton Rouge. Pierce, meet Alton Morehead, our head of R&D—weapons development, spell work, that sort of thing. And Serena Colman, our Head of Security and Surveillance. And, of course, you know Mary Winchester and Robert Morgan, and their children. Sam, Angela, please. Plenty of seats."

"I'm fine," Sam replied. "Baby, why don't you sit down with Gracie?" he pulled up a chair for his wife.

"Thanks, Sammy." Angela smiled gently and sat down, adjusting Grace on her lap.

"All right then. Let's begin" Mick smiled.

"As most of you know," Serena started. "Phase One of Project V is nearly complete. Over the past months, we've focused our efforts on the NWR."

"Midwest region," Mary whispered to Sam and Angela.

"When we started our operation, there were 241 vampires across 12 states," Serena explained. "We've killed all but 11."

"Wait, what?" Angela's brows creased. "Seriously? How?"

"You American hunters tend to see vampires as criminals, rogues. One gets out of line, you show up, lop off its head, and leave town. We treat them like terrorists."

Alton cleared his throat. "Uh, vampires may typically hunt alone or in small nests. But scratch the surface, and they're all connected, from the lowest drone all the way up the chain to the top."

"To the Alpha," Sam muttered.

"Mm-hmm." Alton hummed.

"When we find a nest, we don't just charge in a la John Wayne, guns a-blazing," Mick noted. "We wait, we watch."

"We determine the size of the nest, its relationships to the other vampire groups," Serena added.

"They tend to trade amongst themselves—information, victims."

"And we're constantly expanding and refining our intelligence," Serena commented. "And when we've learned all we can, we go, we assemble a team—

"And wipe 'em out." Robert finished.

"Now all the remaining NWR vampires have bunkered up in an abandoned building near Wichita—the More Rest Hotel. They think they're safe."

"We've got the AVD locked and loaded," Mary said.

"AVD—Anti-Vamp device." Alton clarified.

"Tomorrow, we ship out, raid the compound, terminate the colony, and uh, complete Phase One," Mick explained.

"And then we move on to the rest of the country," Robert added. "By the time we're done, there won't be a single bloodsucker left in America."

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked this chapter! Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily