The British Invasion Part 1

The Impala tore down a rainy road. The boys, Angela, and Grace were inside, chatting Eileen via FaceTime.

"So, after we talked, you went back to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho?" Angela asked.

"Right," Eileen spoke and signed. "The last place anybody saw Kelly Kline go. I figure I'd take a look."

"Hmm." Sam hummed. "And?"

"And turns out, right after she left, somebody burned down an old warehouse," Eileen replied, signing as she spoke. "I did some digging. Check your phone."

"Okay," Sam looked down at his phone. "What are those? Security shots? Oh, yeah. There's Kelly goin' in. Huh."

"Wow," Dean muttered as he peeked at the screen. "Nice work, Eileen."

"Thank you." Eileen smiled.

"So this chick with her, that, uh, Pat Benatar wannabe?" Dean asked.

"It must be Dagon, I guess," Angela replied. "Yeah."

"Awesome." Dean scoffed. "Okay, so," he stretched across so he could see Eileen on the monitor. "So… Kelly and Dagon go crash this place, and then it gets torched. Coincidence?"

"No." Sam and Angela replied.

"Hell, no." Eileen agreed.

"All right, well, what are we lookin' at here?" Dean questioned.

"Working on it."

"Well, go get 'em, Eileen." Dean smiled lopsidedly.

"That's the place," Eileen assured.

"Bye, Eileen." Sam and Angela said simultaneously.

"Bye." Eileen waved with a smile.

~/~\~

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela were walking down the bunker's stairs. Sam and Dean were carrying grocery bags while Angela carried Grace, who was sleeping peacefully.

"Just saying, Dean, even with Cas and every hunter we know working this, we still got basically nothing. At least, you know, maybe Crowley…"

"No, dude, we're not calling Crowley…" Dean huffed as he set down his grocery bag on the table.

Suddenly, they noticed they weren't alone, and saw Mick sitting across the room.

"Hello, boys. Angela," he greeted. "Do come and have a drink."

"Did you break into our house?" Angela asked as they walked over.

"Our house." Mick corrected. "Men of Letters. Did you know your key opens every chapter house in the world?" he asked, earning incredulous looks from the hunters. "Well, you did say you'd give me a second chance."

"Yeah, that doesn't mean we wanna hang out." Dean scoffed.

"You here for a reason?" Sam questioned.

"I am, and it's a bit urgent. Some time ago, the home office recorded some sort of cosmic shock wave. Very rare." Mick explained. "And after a few months of…"

"Nephilim," Sam interjected.

"You know?" Mick's brows furrowed.

"Yeah, we knew." Dean sighed.

"How?"

"Sort of a long story," Angela muttered.

"Well, I've got time." Mick pressed.

"Well, Lucifer jacked the President… and then knocked up his girlfriend." Dean explained.

"And now, she is on the run with Dagon, who is a Prince of Hell," Sam added.

"I see." Mick nodded. "And you didn't tell me this because?"

"Cause it's kind of a need-to-know kind of thing." Dean shrugged.

Mick sighed in agitation. "The Devil is having a… child. It seems like something we'd need to know. Where is this woman now?"

"Not sure," Angela admitted. "We had her. Tried to help her, but, she, uh…"

"We lost her."

"Yeah." Sam pursed his lips.

"I'm sorry. You… you had her? And you let her live?" Mick raised his brows.

"Look, isn't not Kelly's fault, okay? She didn't know Lucifer was her boyfriend." Dean defended.

"Oh, sure, yeah. It could happen to anyone." Mick retorted sarcastically.

"Plus, she'd agreed to end the pregnancy. And I guess she changed her mind." Sam added. "Even with everything Kelly knew, it… it was still her kid. She couldn't."

"Then you should have!" Mick snapped. "You should've shot her between the eyes immediately."

"Oh, why? 'Cause that's what you would've done?" Dean questioned.

"Kind of like you killed that werewolf?" Angela asked. "'Cause from what I remember, that really messed you up."

"Yeah, 'cause you're so big on second chances and all." Dean reminded.

"Yeah… yes. I'm not saying it was gonna be easy, but the Code demands it."

"Oh. The code." Dean rolled his eyes.

"This is not some werewolf. Do… Do you have any idea what will happen if this abomination is born?"

"Mick… we're handling it, all right? We'll find her." Sam assured.

"So, until then… I say we drink." Dean suggested.

~/~\~

Sam and Angela groggily walked into the kitchen, where Dean was asleep at the table. He woke up as Sam and Angela each grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Wow," Sam chuckled. "You look like crap."

"Yeah, you look crappier," Dean mumbled. "I gotta hand it to Mick. Man, you get him started, that guy can drink. I mean, we can drink, but he's got, like, the Can Drink gold medal."

"Hey, you talk to Mom lately?" Sam asked as he and Angela sat down.

"Oh, shouldn't worry about your mum or Robert," Mick cheerily walked into the room. "Ketch and they make quite the team."

"Would you want your parents working with them?" Dean asked.

"Well, I can't say," Mick replied as he poured tomato juice into a glass. "I never really knew my mum. Or my dad. I was on the streets till the Men of Letters found me."

"How did they find you?" Angela asked curiously.

"I, uh, picked a member's pocket. Not on purpose. I was just after a couple of quid. But I got a cursed coin from ancient Babylon instead."

"Yeah, sure. That could happen to anyone." Dean muttered.

"The Men of Letters decided I showed promise and signed me up. They gave me a life. They, um…" Mick trailed off and stared into space.

"You all right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Always." Mick picked up his glass. "Got any vodka?"

Dean groaned and rested his head back on the table.

~/~\~

Dean was on the phone, listening to a message. Meanwhile, Sam, Angela, Grace, and Eileen sat in the map room, drinking beers and chatting. Grace sat on Angela's lap.

"This is my voicemail. Make your voice a mail." Castiel's message played.

"Come on, Cas." Dean huffed in annoyance. "I've called you three times now. Will you call me back? We've got a line on Dagon. We need your help."

"So, you ran the plates of every car that drove past that warehouse in Idaho before it burned down?" Angela asked as Dean sat down at the table.

"Yeah," Eileen nodded. "Most of them were local, but one wasn't. It came up registered to Dermott Culp."

"So…?" Sam prompted.

"So, he went missing a year ago," Eileen replied.

"Okay." Angela nodded.

"I tracked his car to Iowa. Found him coming out of a building carrying a dead body." Eileen explained.

"So, Dermott's a killer?" Dean asked.

"Dermott's a demon." Eileen corrected.

"Uh, one of Crowley's?" Angela asked curiously.

"Works for Dagon. Covers her tracks." Eileen answered.

"Smart," Sam admitted.

"Dude, don't compliment the bad guys." Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, daddy, the bad guys are mean." Grace added.

"You are so right, Peanut." Sam agreed. "Uh… So, do you know where Kelly is now?"

"No, but before Dermott got stabbed in the heart…"

"Nice." Dean smirked.

"Mm-hmm." Eileen hummed. "He gave me her phone number." She slid a piece of paper to Sam.

"Yeah, nice." Sam smiled.

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, and Eileen were in a junkyard. Sam and Angela were leaning against the car while Sam talked to Kelly and the phone, and Eileen stood a few feet away.

"Ms. Kline," Sam greeted using an accent.

"Yes?" her voice rang through.

"This is Oliver in Dr. Turner's office. He'd like to see you in the office today." Sam explained.

"I, uh, I was just in there. He said everything was fine."

"All right, well, he looked back through your test results and there are some things he'd like to discuss." Sam informed. "Does 5:00 pm work for you?"

"I-I-I don't think I can get away." Kelly stammered.

"Well, he said it's very important." Sam stressed. "5:00 pm?"

"Um… sure."

Sam raised his fist a bit in triumph. "Good, see you then."

Sam hung up the phone and smiled down at Angela.

"What was that accent, babe?" Angela giggled.

Sam rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips. "Look, it worked, okay?"

Sam and Angela walked over toward Eileen, smiling triumphantly.

"It worked." Angela told her.

"Cool." Eileen beamed.

Suddenly, a car pulled up and Mick and Renny got out.

"We thought you'd be coming alone," Sam commented.

"Well, I thought we'd gotten past our trust issues. Look, if Dagon shows, we're gonna need all the help we can get." Mick explained. "This is Renny Rawlings. New man."

"Right. I'm Sam, this is my wife Angela, and this is Eileen Leahy." Sam introduced.

"Ah, the banshee girl," Renny replied, earning a surprised look from Eileen. "We have a file. From what Mick tells me, none of you have any formal training. Fascinating. I was top of my class at Kendricks—

"No one cares." Eileen interrupted.

"I, uh, brought the Colt just like you asked." Mick offered the gun. "But it's gotta go back to HQ."

"Gee, Mick, I thought we'd gotten past the trust issues," Angela repeated.

"Hmm." Mick hummed.

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! I hope you guys are staying safe and healthy during this time :) Love y'all, xoxo

~Emily