The Memory Remains Part 2

Dean pointed the Colt at sheriff Bishop as Sam and Angela walked towards them, holding their own weapons at the ready.

"Talk," Dean commented as he shoved him against the wall.

"This is not what it looks like." Sheriff Bishop assured.

"Really?" Dean narrowed his eyes. "'Cause it looks like a straight-up murder room to me."

"Sheriff, what's going on?" Angela asked.

"Oh, you… You won't believe me."

"Try us," Dean let him go. "We're pretty open-minded."

"My family, we… got a secret." Sheriff Bishop sighed heavily as he sat down.

"All the best ones do," Dean muttered.

"Is this about Black Bill?" Sam questioned.

"No. I mean, yeah, but… He's not real. Black Bill, he's… us." Sheriff Bishop explained.

"Come again?" Dean raised his brows questioningly.

"Uh… Growing up, my father'd tell me stories about a monster. Lived under our house and made our family rich. All we had to do was—was feed it."

"Feed it what?" Angela asked.

"Blood." Sheriff Bishop answered. "Human blood. My dad, his dad, and all the way back, they'd go out and grab some poor son of a bitch, bring 'em here and… when they did it they wore a mask. Black Bill… We made him up."

"So, goat dude is just a dude?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"Then who's the monster?" Sam added.

"Moloch. God of sacrifice."

"What, I'm sorry," Dean frowned. "You—you have a god living in your basement?"

"Yeah, one of my people way back, they bound Moloch, locked him away… Starved him." Sheriff Bishop explained. "My family, that's what we did. We let the god get so hungry that he'd do anything for blood. Moloch used his power to make us rich. After my father died in '97, I put a stop to all of that. Look, I couldn't… I never killed anybody. I just wanted to help people to make up for all the bad we've done. I wanted… To leave a legacy."

"Well, aren't you just a peach?" Dean muttered.

"So, what happened to Moloch?" Angela asked.

"I kept him locked up. Hoped he'd starve to death."

"Locked up where?" Dean demanded.

Sheriff Bishop looked at the cellar and the hunters walked towards it.

"It's empty." Sam frowned as he checked the cage.

"What?" Sheriff Bishop stood up.

"It's empty," Sam repeated.

"No, no. No, no, no, no, no."

"Stay here," Dean told Sam and Angela. "Keep an eye on him."

"What?" Sam frowned. "Dean, there could be a god up there."

Dean waved the Colt. "I'm cool."

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Dean walked around upstairs to investigate a noise. He noticed the Black Bill costume and went to take a closer look when he was attacked from behind by Pete. He pushed Dean over the stair railing, knocking him unconscious.

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"Dean?" Sam and Angela called out when they heard fighting.

Sam, Angela, and sheriff Bishop ran up the stairs, just as Pete locked the door from the outside.

"Hey!" Sam pounded on the door. "Hey! Open up! Hey!"

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Sam and Angela were trying to break down the door and sheriff Bishop handed Sam a meat cleaver.

"Here. Here."

After a little while, they managed to break down the door, and they walked out of the mansion and towards the sheriff's police car. Sam had his phone out, trying to track Dean.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to track Dean's cell phone," Sam told the sheriff. "All right, got it. Let's go."

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While at the Billhook Meats plant, Dean woke up groggily with a wound on the side of her head, bound to a chair with plastic wrap.

"Mm," Dean grunted. "Hiya, Pete. Nice digs."

"I didn't expect to see you again, agent. I went to the house looking for my brother." Pete replied.

Dean's brows furrowed in confusion. "Brother?"

"Barry. Different moms, same daddy. Old man Bishop, he, uh, he had an eye for the ladies." Pete explained. "Everyone in town knew about it, but it didn't make a difference. Barry grew up in the big house. I grew up in a double-wide. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Honestly? Sounds like a bad episode of 'Dynasty.'" Dean sassed.

"You got a lot of jokes."

"Yeah, right now, that's about all I got," Dean muttered.

"Right. You know what I got? A god." Pete smirked.

"Moloch," Dean replied.

"Bingo!" Pete exclaimed. "With Barry giving away the family fortune like that, I had to get creative. I went to the old house, trying to get my hands on anything I could sell. But I found somethin' else. Moloch. He told me he'd make me rich. He told me he'd solve all my problems. All I had to do was feed him. And hell, I'm a Bishop. That's what we do, right? Hunting people. Killing them. The family business. Moloch's been starved for 20 years. It's gonna take a few meals for him to get his mojo goin', but then… Oh, we are back, baby. Yeah. I'm savin' this town."

Dean scoffed. "Well, tell that to Jarrod and Daryn."

"Jarrod was a screw-up. He got what he deserved." Pete spat. "And Daryn? Well, sorry, bud, but once he talked, he had to go. Loose ends, you know? Loose ends. Come on!"

"Mm." Dean hummed.

"My jackass half-brother was supposed to be the next meal, but you'll do."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey." Dean frowned as Pete dragged Dean towards the freezer. "W—Pete, let's just talk about this. Listen… Let's—

"It'll be over soon," Pete assured. "Thanks for helpin' out!"

"What…" Dean frowned.

Pete left and locked Dean in the freezer, leaving him to be consumed by Moloch.

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Dean wheeled himself around and spotted Daryn's body being dragged away by Moloch, and Dean broke free of the plastic bindings.

"Pete! Pete!" Dean exclaimed as he banged on the door.

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Sam, Angela, and sheriff Bishop were just outside in the plant, searching for Dean.

"Dean?" Sam called out.

Unbeknownst to them, Pete was lying in wait for them wearing the Black Bill mask.

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Dean noticed a meat hook and grabbed it so he could defend himself.

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"Dean?" Angela looked around.

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Dean carefully walked around the freezer, playing cat and mouse with Moloch.

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"Dean?" Sam called out again.

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"Come on, you son of a bitch," Dean muttered. "Huh."

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Pete knocked Angela onto the ground and bludgeoned Sam as he approached the freezer. Sheriff Bishop tackled Pete and unmasked him.

"Pete! You have to stop."

"Don't act like you care." Pete snarled.

"I gave you the plant." Sheriff Bishop retorted.

"Aw, because you knew it was failing. What a bunch of crap." Pete scoffed. "That's what I get. I get that my whole life! The crap!"

Pete threw sheriff Bishop off and aimed the Colt at him.

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Dean frantically attempted to escape Moloch, getting his meat hook stuck in a slab of meat. "Ah!"

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"Not anymore." Pete shook his head. "I'm saving this town. I'm the hero. And you're dead."

Before Pete could shoot sheriff Bishop, Angela shot him in the back. Meanwhile, Dean scored a hit on Moloch with the meat hook, but it barely slowed the monster down, and it slammed Dean's head against a post. Sam collected the Colt from Pete's body, and he and Angela walked towards the freezer.

"Stay back, Angie," Sam warned before shooting the lock.

Sam shot Moloch with the Colt and it fell to the ground, dead. Dean looked up, his eyes wide.

"Colt. Dusts anything." Sam smirked.

Dean collapsed on the floor and sighed in relief.

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Sheriff Bishop crouched over Pete's body while Dean held a frozen steak to his bruised temple.

"Hey," Angela greeted as she and Sam walked up to Dean. "How're you feeling, hon?"

"Like I just went 12 rounds with a god," Dean muttered. "So, you know… Normal."

"Yeah." Angela chuckled.

"You should go." Sheriff Bishop said suddenly.

"No, sheriff, uh, we can help clean up," Sam replied.

"No." Sheriff Bishop shook his head. "This… I'll take care of it. It's on me. This? This is my legacy."

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Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into the main room of the bunker. Sam was carrying Grace, who they had picked up on the way back.

"Hey," Dean broke the silence.

"Yep," Sam replied.

"Next time you guys hear me say that our family is messed up, remind me that we could be psycho goat people." Dean scoffed.

Sam let out a laugh. "Yeah, that's true enough."

"You know," Dean started. "I was… Thinking about what Bishop said. About… What do you think our legacy's gonna be? When we're gone, I mean, after all the stuff we've done, you think folks will remember us?" he asked as they sat down at the table, beers in hand. "You know, like, a hundred years from now?"

"No," Sam replied bluntly as he adjusted Grace on his lap.

"Oh, that's nice," Angela muttered.

"Well, I mean… People like us, we're not exactly the type of people they write about in history books, you know?" Sam shrugged.

"Mm." Dean hummed.

"But Gracie, the baby on the way… The people we saved, they're our legacy." Sam explained. "And they'll remember us and then I guess… We'll eventually fade away, too. That's fine, because we left the world better than we found it, you know."

"I wonder what's gonna happen to this place." Dean pondered as he looked around. "After we're gone, you think some hunter'll move in, keep fightin' the fight?"

"Yeah." Angela nodded.

"I hope so," Sam added.

"Yeah. Me, too." Dean muttered as he pulled a pocket knife from his pocket.

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you doin'?"

"Leaving our mark," Dean replied as he carved his initials into the table. "Here."

Sam smiled and took the knife, carving his initials next to Dean. "Mm. Here, baby."

"This is yours and Dean's tradition…" Angela looked up at her husband.

"Baby, you've been family for years now." Sam smiled.

Angela smiled and carved her initials next to Sam's. "There."

"Daddy, do mine please!" Grace looked up at Sam.

"Of course, Peanut," Sam replied as Angela handed him the knife. "All right…" he carved Grace's initials into the table. "There we go."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Grace kissed his cheek.

"Guess we gotta call Mick, debrief, or whatever," Dean muttered.

"Right," Sam replied.

Sam called Mick to report in on their case, but Ketch answered instead.

"Hello, Winchester."

"Ketch?" Angela asked in confusion.

"Where's Mick?" Sam demanded.

"Oh, he didn't tell you? He flew back to London last night." Ketch replied. "After all the… Oh, unpleasantness with Dagon and Renny, well… Mick has a lot to answer for. So, for the time being, you'll report to me."

"Seriously?" Dean groaned.

"I don't like it any more than you do." Ketch retorted. "I'd much rather be with your parents. Hunting. For… Chupacabra in Texas. But for now, I'm what you've got. So… Wisconsin?"

"We fought a god and won," Dean answered.

"Well done. We'll be in touch." Ketch replied before hanging up.

"So, now we're reporting to low-rent Christian Bale?" Dean scoffed. "Seriously? I don't like that guy. He creeps me out."

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"And he rides the oldest, worst, most unreliable bike," Dean complained.

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! Be sure to leave a review to let me know what you think. Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily