There's Something About Mary Part 2

"Those hunters you were talking to, is one of them Terry Marsh?" Dean asked as he motioned for Sam and Angela to keep the conversation going.

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "Terry Marsh in Missouri. I talked to him. He, uh, he's also thinking it's not monsters doing the real killing."

"Okay, well, I got a text from him," Dean replied. "He's been nosing around, says he's got a fair idea of what's going on."

"And?" Angela asked.

"He doesn't feel safe talking about it on the phone. He wants to meet. The old ironworks off the interstate. Tomorrow night at 9:00. He says park off the road by the warehouse."

"Alright." Sam nodded.

The hunters looked at each other and Sam clenched his fist, clearly angry.

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Later that night, the Impala pulled up in the Impala. Sam, Dean, and Angela got out and went inside. Another car was waiting on the outside. A few men from the British Men of Letters got out and followed the hunters. Lady Bevell waited inside the car. After the two men entered, Dean locked them inside. Toni, realizing that something was wrong, cocked her gun. Dean smashed in the driver's side window and Toni started shooting out the passenger side. Dean and Toni struggled until she kicked him in. the groin. She reached for her gun, but a foot slammed down on it, stopping her. Toni looked up to see Sam and Angela pointing their guns at her.

"You keep that up, we're gonna have to start dating." Dean sassed.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela sat in the front seat of the Impala while Toni sat in the back. Sam kept his gun pointed at her as Dean drove.

"Why are you spying on us?" Sam demanded. "Oh, and what do you know about Eileen Leahy?"

"Who?" Toni asked.

"Did you—did—did your people, did they kill her?" Dean questioned.

"Probably," she replied bluntly. "Rule of thumb—if you think we killed someone, then we probably did. Speaking of, you do realize that by attacking me, you invite the retribution of the entire British Men of Letters? Investigation, no trial. Just punishment and ruin. Possibly at the hands of Mary Winchester."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Angela narrowed her eyes.

"Mary, well, she's our permanent guest."

"She's your prisoner?" Sam frowned. "Why?"

"Prisoner?" Toni scoffed. "Who said anything about prisoner? No, Mary's joined the team. Even has her own super secret decoder ring."

"You're lying." Sam seethed.

"You're right. There is no ring." Toni sassed. "Oh, boys and their mums. See, you see her as Mummy. We see her as one of our best killers."

"You know, just 'cause she works with Ketch doesn't mean she likes him. Or you." Dean glared.

"Oh, that Oedipal myopia again." Toni rolled her eyes. "And did you really think she was just 'working' with Ketch? All of those days and nights?"

"That's enough," Sam replied firmly.

"He said it was some of the best sex he'd ever had." Toni continued.

Dean slammed on the breaks, sending Toni forward. "You wanna rethink that?"

"Fine." Toni huffed. "He said it was the best sex he'd ever had."

Dean reached for Toni angrily.

"Dean, Dean!" Angela pulled Dean back.

"Ah!" Toni screamed.

"All right," Angela stopped Dean from practically killing Toni.

"Keep it up," Dean warned the British woman.

"What about Mick? Where is he in all of this?" Sam asked.

"Mick?" Toni asked incredulously.

"Yes, Mick," Sam replied obviously.

"Oh, Mick's dead."

"He's dead?" Angela frowned.

"Quite." Toni nodded. "It was determined he was too sentimental for the job. Turns out, he was too much like you three and all the other U.S. hunters. Ergo, soon each and every hunter will join him. Jody Mills, Claire Novak, all of your other flannel-wearing, whiskey-swilling friends. They're dead."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, and Toni were walking down the bunker stairs.

"So, we're clear?" Dean asked. "You call Ketch, tell him if he wants to see you alive, he gets his prissy ass over here."

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they noticed Grace and Robert were each tied to a chair and several British Men of Letters and Ketch were standing there with their guns drawn. Sam immediately pointed his gun at Ketch.

"Interestingly, his prissy ass is already here," Ketch responded. "Lady Bevell, would you mind disarming them?"

As Toni started to disarm Sam, he grabbed her arm and began shooting with deadly accuracy. Dean and Angela pulled out their guns and started shooting as well. Sam backed away using Toni has a human shield. Ketch pointed one of his cronies in another direction to get behind the hunters. Dean motioned Sam to get behind Ketch while Dean killed one of the cronies who attempted to get behind him. Angela slid up behind Ketch and grabbed his gun, pointing it at Ketch's head.

"You tied up my baby," Angela snarled dangerously. "I should kill you right here and now. Get up."

"All right, Ketch, how many more guys are in here?" Sam demanded.

"Our mom—Where is she?" Dean questioned angrily.

Suddenly, Mary came into view pointing a gun. "Don't move."

"Ah, speak of the devil," Ketch smirked.

"Just stay where you are," Mary warned.

Ketch attempted to move, but Angela stopped him. "Hey! You heard her."

"I was talkin' to you." Mary narrowed her eyes.

"Mom?" Dean frowned. "Hey!"

Angela took a shot in Angela's direction while Ketch grabbed both guns from Angela.

"Ketch, stop," Sam warned.

"I really wouldn't move," Ketch responded. "She will shoot you."

Mary walked up to the brothers and took their guns.

"Mummy always was a talented hunter," Toni started. "Just somewhat confused about obeying orders."

"What did you do to her?" Robert demanded.

"Lady Bevell cleared up that confusion," Ketch answered. "And I suspect she told you that the American hunters are a dying breed. Hmm." He hummed as he and Mary walked up the stairs, Toni attempting to follow. "Oh. For heaven's sake, where do you think you're going?"

"Ketch." Toni frowned.

"Remember at Kendricks, how they taught us that we were all expendable?" Ketch asked Toni. "That wasn't idle chat."

"Mom? Look at me!" Dean pleaded.

Mary walked up to the railing of the stairs and pointed her gun at the hunters.

"It's us," Dean reminded. "Please. What's wrong with you? Mom!"

"Your bunker is an excellent fortress," Ketch commented. "An even better tomb. So, we've rejiggered the locks, we've shut off the water, and once we leave, the pumps that bring in the air shall reverse. Your oxygen should be gone in two days, maybe three. You dying in here, it's almost poetic, hmm? Come along, Mary."

"Ketch!" Toni pleaded.

Ketch and Mary left the bunker and bolted the door. Dean ran up the stairs and pounded on the door.

"No!" he yelled as the bunker started powering down.

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! I can't believe how close we are to the end. Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily