There's Something About Mary Part 1

Sam, Dean, and Angela walked into a grungy motel room, and Angela carried Grace.

"Mom? Mom." Dean checked around the room. "Well, looks like she and Robert haven't been here for a while."

"Yeah," Angela replied. "All their stuff is gone. Did dad say they were moving on or—

"No, I told you what he said, kiddo," Dean replied. "He said, Dean, call me. We have a problem. And then that was it. He didn't sound happy."

"Okay, well, when they're not here, they've been bunking with the Brits." Sam shrugged. "So maybe—

"Well, dude, I've called Mick, like six times." Dean interrupted. "He's been radio silent since they sent him to London." He scoffed as he dialed Ketch's number. "Ketch, calling to see if Mom and Robert are with you. It's Dean. Winchester. Because I'd like to speak to them, that's why." Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "No, I'm not being terse. Look, if you haven't seen them, do you know where they are? No, I'm not being curt either. Look, I don't have time for Manners 101 from you, okay? If they're with you, I wanna know about it. Fine." Dean scoffed as he hung up. "Such a dick."

"And?" Sam asked.

"He says he hasn't seen Mom or Robert in over a week."

"But Mary called two days ago, said they were working a case with Ketch." Angela frowned.

"Which means he's lying." Dean pursed his lips.

"But why would he…" Sam trailed off as his phone rang. "Jody." His brows furrowed as he answered the phone. "Jody, hey. No, what? No." Sam frowned deeply. "Uh, no, we hadn't heard."

"Mom?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Dad?" Angela frowned.

Sam shook his head. "Um, when? What the hell happened? Oh, no. No. I-I, yeah, thanks for letting me know. Bye."

"Who?" Angela asked sadly.

"Eileen." Sam breathed out.

"How?" Dean questioned.

"She was, uh, mauled by a wild animal in a wooded area that doesn't have animals that do that, in South Carolina," Sam explained.

Dean's brows furrowed. "But I thought she was in Ireland. Sam…"

"Dean, that's the second hunter death we've heard about in two weeks." Sam cut him off.

"I know." Dean nodded. "But two doesn't mean a pattern."

"Three would." Angela murmured.

"Meaning?" Dean asked.

"Dad or Mary. Or both." Angela's voice cracked. "They're hunters, and no one knows where they are."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace were in the morgue. The three hunters stared at Eileen's body sadly.

"Gracie, close your eyes," Angela told her daughter gently.

Grace nodded and did as she was told.

"People who do what we do, you know there are gonna be deaths, but… This." Sam shook his head.

"These wounds—I mean, we've only seen something this bad a few times," Dean noted.

"Hellhound?" Angela asked.

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "But it doesn't make any sense. Why would a—why would a demon sic a hellhound on her? Why did she leave Ireland?"

"I don't know, Dean," Sam muttered.

"All right, well, counting Eileen, that makes seven hunters in three weeks," Angela replied.

"Yeah, and those are the ones we know about," Sam added.

"Seven monster-related deaths," Dean started. "I mean, what, did all the things out there suddenly start working together?"

"Monsters and demons don't team up." Sam shook his head. "Seven hunters are gone. We can't grab a signal from Mom or Robert's phones. Cas has Kelly Kline who knows where. Mick has slipped off the grid. Ketch is lying to us. I-I… I wanna punch something in the face."

Angela took Sam's hand in hers and squeezed his hand comfortingly. Sam looked down at her and pressed a sweet kiss to the top of her head.

"Good," Dean started. "Hold on to that, 'cause it looks like we got a hellhound to deal with. Which means…"

~/~\~

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam was on the phone with Crowley as they pulled up to the bunker.

"I'm telling you," Crowley's voice rang through. "I don't know anything about it. The name Eileen Leahy means nothing to me."

"Crowley, only a demon can control a hellhound." Sam retorted. "Which means that one of your people was involved."

"If that were the case, I would know about it. There are no missing hellhounds." Crowley assured. "I was cuddling with them just last night."

"Right," Sam sighed. "And you know nothing else of the other hunters who are dying?"

"Not only don't I know, I don't care," Crowley replied before the line went dead.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Grace walked into the bunker and froze when they saw Robert sitting at the table.

"Dad?" Angela's brows furrowed in confusion.

Robert stood up and walked towards them. "Hey, Pumpkin. Hi boys."

"Robert, what are you doing here?" Sam asked. "We couldn't track your phone, we thought something happened."

"Had to ditch my phone so the Brits couldn't track me," Robert answered. "They're tracking all of the American hunters."

"Dad, where's Mary?" Angela frowned deeply.

"She's still with the Brits—

"You left her there?!" Dean demanded.

"She told me to get out of there. One of us had to get out of here and get back to you." Robert informed Dean.

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Grace, and Robert were at the local post office. Dean was picking up the mail while everyone else stayed in the car and Sam was talking to someone on the phone.

"Yeah. Yeah, no, I appreciate it. Thanks." Sam said before he hung up as Dean got in the car. "So, I've been calling around about all of the hunters that died. Um, every one of them had years of experience."

"We got a letter from Eileen." Dean held up an envelope.

"Eileen?" Angela asked in confusion.

"She sent it four days ago. It went snail mail 'cause she thought that her phone and her computer were both hacked. She left Ireland because she was scared."

"Scared of what?" Sam questioned.

"Well, after she accidentally killed that—that Brit douche Renny, she thought that the British Men of Letters were on her."

Angela took the envelope from Dean and opened up the letter. "I know they're following me, watching me. They tapped my phone. I found a microphone in my room. I hate to be all girly, but could I bunk with you guys for a few days until I sort this out?"

"You think the Brits were watching her?" Dean asked.

"Dad, you're right," Angela muttered. "They're tracking us and—

"Maybe they're the ones that killed her," Dean muttered.

"We need to check the bunker," Angela suggested. "They could've bugged us."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, and Robert began searching for bugs around the bunker. Dean checked inside the fridge and sniffed an old burger.

"Ugh." He cringed.

Angela felt under the map table and noticed a microphone. She looked up and waved Sam, Dean, and Robert over.

A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this chapter! I can't believe we're so close to the end of Resurrected! Don't forget to leave a review to let me know what you think! Your feedback means so much to me. Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily