The Raid Part 2
Lebanon, Kansas
"Mmm," Ketch hummed as he sipped his drink. "Nice place. Quaint. Cozy." He commented as Dean took a swig from his own tumbler of Scotch. "Not much for small talk, are we?"
"Nope," Dean replied curtly.
"Well, surely, you have some questions. Why I'm here, for instance."
"You're here to recruit us." Dean scoffed. "You've already got Mary and Robert playing your game. You want me, Sam, and Angie."
"Well, I don't, but the old lads have taken quite a shine to you."
"Mm. Well, maybe they shouldn't have sent some chick to try to kill us." Dean sassed.
"Yes—Toni." Ketch sighed heavily. "No one predicted she would go rogue. No one but me. I had a sneak peek at what a neurotic, overreaching, time bomb she was. We used to date."
"Huh." Dean chuckled. "Yeah, I can see that."
"Dean, I don't give a toss if you sign up." Ketch shrugged. "Honestly, I don't care if you live or die. But since we're such jolly good pals now—
"Jolly good, huh?" Dean interrupted.
"Let me just say that the Men of Letters is an excellent fit for someone with our inclinations."
"Our? As in you and me?" Dean asked.
"You're a killer, Dean Winchester, and so am I. And if we go too long without something to track or trap or punch or gut, well, things tend to get a bit ugly. Don't they? The Men of Letters keep me busy. They point me in a direction and bang. Off to the races. It's not a bad life. Speaking of…" Ketch downed the rest of his drink and stood up. "Mmm. Oh. Now that you've heard what I have to say, places to be, vampires to behead."
"You got a line on vamps?" Dean asked curiously.
Ketch smirked slightly. "I do. Interested?"
~/~\~
"Damn," Pierce walked over to Sam, Angela, Mary, and Robert. "Sam and Angela Winchester. Rufus told me all about you guys. See, him and me worked a case together down the Atchafalaya."
"We heard." Angela nodded.
"I tell ya, sure do miss that crotchety old son of a bitch." Pierce chuckled.
"Pierce? Mary? Robert?" Alton called out. "A question."
Mick walked over to Sam and Angela as Pierce, Robert, and Mary went to talk to Alton.
"So? Thoughts on our little operation?" Mick asked.
"Mm-hmm." Sam nodded.
"And our team?"
"Serena and Alton seem smart," Angela admitted. "Pierce," she scoffed. "You know he calls himself 'The Hunter King of Baton Rouge?'"
"I do." Mick nodded. "Unfortunately."
"A buddy of ours knew him. They worked together." Sam recalled. "Once."
"Right, you see, truth is, Mary and Robert excepted, we've struggled to attract the, uh, top shelf of American hunters," Mick explained. "Like you two."
~/~\~
Wichita, Kansas
Dean pulled up to the More Rest Hotel in the Impala while Ketch pulled up on his motorcycle.
"So, what do we got?" Dean asked as he got out of the car.
"10 bloodsuckers, give or take," Ketch answered.
"Two against 10," Dean muttered as he opened the trunk. "I like those odds."
"Yeah, the sun'll be down in an hour, so we should move fast," Ketch noted. "Keep the rats from fleeing the ship."
Dean eyed Ketch's large gun and silencer. "Fancy."
"You're right. This is too easy. Got another of those?" he gestured to Dean's machete.
Dean looked around and grabbed a second machete, and handed it to Ketch. "Ready?"
"Always."
~/~\~
Dean and Ketch walked inside the hotel and looked around.
"Place seems empty," Dean commented.
"Yes. Curious."
~/~\~
Sam, Angela, Mary, Robert, and Grace walked through the hallway as people started to pack their weapons.
"This is why Mary and I asked you to come," Robert started. "Even if you want no part of it, you needed to know."
"So, it wasn't a sales pitch?" Sam asked. "Ha. 'Cause it was a good one."
~/~\~
Wichita, Kansas
"I checked the areas upstairs," Dean started. "This place is a ghost town. You got anything?"
"Indeed," Ketch grunted as he dragged a female vampire out. "I found her hiding in the basement with the corpses."
"Let me go!" the vampire cried.
"Where are your friends?" Ketch demanded, punching her when he got no answer.
"I don't know."
"Where are they?" Ketch growled. "Tell…" he punched her again. "Me… Now." He continued to hit her.
"Okay. All right, that's enough." Dean intervened.
"Enough?" Ketch scoffed indignantly. "She's a monster."
"I know. Just—let me." Dean replied before kneeling down across from the vampire. "You're gonna need to tell us where your friends are."
"And you'll let me go?" she asked hopefully.
"I'll make it quick."
The vampire swallowed heavily. "Hunting. They went hunting."
"Hunting whom?" Ketch questioned.
"The hunters."
~/~\~
Serena sat in front of the surveillance screen and frowned. "Where's McGillicuddy?"
Suddenly, a body slammed into the camera's view and Serena screamed.
"What's happening?" Mick asked.
"It's the More Rest vampires," Mary replied. "They're here."
"We gotta lock this place down, ASAP," Sam commanded.
Mary took out her walkie-talkie. "Fall back."
"Lock this place down now!" Angela yelled.
"Fall back," Mary repeated into the intercom. "Secure all exits. Do not engage. Fall back now."
~/~\~
Sam and Mary were taking on the vampires outside and Mary swiftly cut one's head off.
"Nice." Sam praised.
Mary went to kill another vampire, but Sam stopped her.
"Wait! Wait."
~/~\~
In the conference room, Sam secured the vampire they captured to the chair.
"Doors locked?" Pierce asked.
"For now," Robert replied.
"The rest, they're spreading out, surrounding the building," Alton commented.
"How'd they find us? How'd they even know who we are?" Mick asked aloud.
The vampire laughed sinisterly. "He told us. He's back to save us all. Our father."
"Your father?" Sam's brows shot up. "The—the Alpha?"
"No, that's impossible," Serena argued. "Our intel has him in—in Morocco. He's been there for at least a decade."
"Wrong." Angela shook her head. "Sammy and I met him five years ago in Hoople, North Dakota."
"You're dead. You're all dead!" the vampire laughed manically before Robert decapitated him.
"Your, uh, extermination plan, did it have any contingencies for this?" Sam asked.
"No." Mick breathed out.
"Comm's still out," Serena commented. "What about a scrying spell? If we can get a message to England—
"No, we can't wait for backup." Angela adjusted Grace on her hip.
"No, she's right. This place was not built for defense." Mary added. "And those doors will not hold long. Okay. Who here has ever killed anything?" she asked, sighing heavily when only Pierce raised his hand. "Great."
"All right, we gotta arm up. Everybody, weapons on the table." Sam instructed. "Blades, guns, spells… Is this it?"
"Yeah." Mick nodded.
"That's not enough." Mary scoffed.
"Most of our weapons are in the Armory, including the AVD," Mick replied.
"We could set it off in the vents," Mary suggested. "Maximize coverage, use the gas like the bug bomb."
"Will that kill the Alpha?" Mick asked.
"Kill? Doubt it." Angela scoffed. "Hurt? Maybe. You got anything stronger?"
Mick looked over at Mary and Robert for a moment.
"Where is it?" Robert demanded.
Mick walked over and grabbed a case that he brought over to the conference table. He opened the case, revealing the Colt. Sam and Angela inhaled deeply.
"Where'd you get this?" Angela asked evenly.
"We stole it," Robert answered. "From Ramiel."
"Yeah, but it doesn't work," Mick muttered. "We've no bullets."
"Right. Right." Sam sniffed. "Right, um. Okay. We make some then. Baby, you remember that recipe, right?"
"Sure do," Angela set Grace down on one of the chairs and grabbed a piece of paper. "Thank god for Bobby."
"Singer?" Robert's brows furrowed.
"Yup." Angela nodded. "All right, Mick, we're gonna need holy oil, sage, and myrrh. Do you have that here?"
"Yeah." Mick nodded.
"Okay, we're gonna make the tincture and coat a silver bullet. Then we're gonna use this spell." Angela instructed. "It'll mimic the original etchings."
"And that'll work."
Sam scoffed. "It better. If not, start praying, 'cause we'll need a miracle. Where's the Armory?"
"We'll take you," Mary replied.
"I got your back," Pierce added.
"Okay," Sam nodded before turning to Angela. "You got this covered?"
"You know it," Angela assured. "Be safe. Don't die."
Sam leaned down and kissed her deeply. "Keep the door locked. I love you."
"I love you, too." Angela smiled.
Grace got off the chair and hugged Sam's leg. "Love you, daddy."
"I love you, too, Peanut." Sam ruffled her hair.
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"This way!" Mary yelled as they ran down the hallway. "The Armory's out there!"
The door beep and unlocked, and a group of vampires tried to rush in. Sam and Robert held them off, blocking the door.
"Is there another way?" Pierce asked. "Is there another way?!"
"Back there!"
"Go!" Robert yelled. "Sam and I got 'em."
"Come on, come on, come on!" Pierce yelled.
~/~\~
"All right, let's get this spell going," Angela muttered. "Signum est im—imitandum. Signum est imitandum."
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.
"It's me!" Pierce called out. "Open the damn door!"
The door beeped and unlocked.
"What happened?" Alton asked.
"It's bad out there," Pierce started as the Alpha stabbed Alton in the back with his claws. "Pretty bad in here, too, huh?"
"No," Serena growled as she raised her knife and charged at the Alpha.
The Alpha grabbed Serena roughly and sunk his teeth into her neck, draining her dry.
"Pierce!" Mick exclaimed as he stepped protectively in front of Angela and Grace. "You're a hunter."
"Yes." The Alpha cut in. "My hunter. Pierce and I have an arrangement. He keeps me off the radar, and I pay him very, very well."
"Alimony's a bitch." Pierce shrugged.
"I'm old," the Alpha continued. "I like living quietly. You've been making my life awfully noisy lately. You've killed so many of my children. I've seen your work. In England, I didn't get involved because, well, it's England. But America, yes. America is my home. And it's time that you get off my lawn."
~/~\~
Sam and Robert found Mary collapsed in the Armory.
"Mom?" Sam asked worriedly. "Mom. Mom, hey. Are you all right?"
"Sam. Robert." Mary breathed out.
"Mary, what happened?" Robert's brows furrowed.
"We have to go," Mary stressed.
"Yeah, right," Sam grunted as he helped Mary up. "I got you."
~/~\~
"Here's what you're going to do," the Alpha started. "We will bring your communications back online. You will make a call to your superiors in London. You'll admit defeat. You will tell them to cancel this American incursion. Then they'll watch as I devour you, live, onscreen. Hmm, yes, it's a bit messy, but sometimes one does have to make a point."
Mary, Sam, and Robert entered and Mary hit pierce over the head with the base of her machete.
"Don't!" Sam warned as he aimed the Colt at the Alpha.
"Ah, my, my." The Alpha chuckled. "The Colt. Powerful weapon. Sam, you are aware that there are five creatures on this Earth that gun cannot kill. I'm one of them."
"If that were true, I'd be dead already," Sam argued.
"That gun can't save all of you."
"Who said I was here to save all of us?" Sam retorted. "My family and I, we kill vamps when they get out of line. And you've let us."
"I have many children, Sam. What's one, two, here or there?" the Alpha shrugged.
"Exactly. So? Let me, my wife, my daughter, mom, and Robert go." Sam bargained. "We'll walk away, go back to the way things were, to the way things are supposed to be. Hunters and vampires, cops and robbers, a fair fight."
"And the Brit?"
"You can have him."
"Sam," Mary frowned. "What are you doing?"
"Picking a side." Sam answered.
"You bastard." Mick lunged toward Sam.
Mary and Robert took the chance to lunge at the Alpha, who knocked them aside.
"Mom!"
"Dad!" Angela cried as she held Grace protectively.
"Mommy, 'm scared." Grace cried.
"I know, baby, I know." Angela comforted.
"Sam, you and I both know that gun isn't loaded." The Alpha chastised.
"You sure?" Sam chuckled.
"The gun can't save all of you." The Alpha warned.
"Who said I was here to save all of us?" Sam retorted.
"Bastard." Mick scoffed.
"No," the Alpha laughed. "Clever, clever boy."
Sam fired the Colt and the bullet went straight through the Alpha's head, killing him instantly.
"You okay, baby?" Sam asked.
"I'm good. We're good." Angela assured, rushing over to Sam.
~/~\~
"Mick. Mick," Mary walked back into the meeting room. "All clear out there. Took out a few stragglers. The rest must've run when we dropped the Alpha. Come on."
~/~\~
Sam, Angela, Mary, Robert, and Grace were in the parking bay where Dean and Ketch had arrived.
"Where were you?" Mick hissed at Ketch.
"Following orders," Ketch shrugged.
"That's not," Mick sighed heavily. "People died."
"Yes. Well, I don't know how it is in your ivory tower, but down here in the muck, people die." Ketch retorted. "The old men want the Winchesters, so I made a play for Dean, and it was working until your operation went sideways. Ah, well." He patted Mick's arm. "Better luck next time."
Meanwhile, Dean, Sam, Angela, Grace, Mary, and Robert stood off at the other side of the bay with Baby.
"So, 'went out, back later,' huh?" Dean raised his brows at Sam and Angela.
"Just getting a drink, huh?" Angela retorted.
"I was with him when we heard this place as under attack," Dean replied. "We drove like a bat out of hell."
"How come?" Sam's brows furrowed. "I mean, you don't care for these guys. You didn't even know Angie, Grace, and I were here." He added as Dean looked hard at Mary. "Ah, right, of course."
"When I thought something might've happened to you," Dean told Mary. "Nothing else mattered."
"Dean, the things I said—
"No, Mom, you were… it's not your job to make my lunch and kiss me good night." Dean replied. "It's—We're adults. You're gonna make your own choices, even if I don't like 'em. Even if I really, really don't like 'em. That's just something I'm gonna have to get used to. Okay, Mom?"
"Yeah," Mary whispered.
~/~\~
Ketch dragged Pierce, who was in chains, toward a vehicle.
"Where you takin' him?" Sam questioned.
"We have ways of dealing with hunters who go rogue. They aren't pleasant."
"Good." Sam and Mary replied simultaneously.
~/~\~
Mick called Sam off to the side of the bay.
"Sam," he started. "If you hadn't been there tonight—
"Yeah, we got the kill. That's what matters." Sam interrupted.
"Hardly an advertisement for the British Men of Letters, though." Mick scoffed. "Or my leadership. Caught unaware with our proverbial pants down. Believe it or not, Sam, we're not—
"I'm in." Sam cut Mick off. "Look, tonight was bad, no doubt, but the Alpha Vampire is dead. You're changing the world, and I wanna be a part of it."
"And your wife and brother?" Mick quired a brow.
"Give me some time," Sam assured.
A/N: Hey, guys! I hope you liked this chapter! Be sure to let me know what you think in the reviews :) Love y'all, xoxo
~Emily