Who We Are Part 1

Lebanon, Kansas

Sam, Dean, Angela, Robert, Grace, and Toni were in the bunker where the power and air supply had been shut down. Dean was shining a flashlight at a locked circuit control panel while Angela checked on Grace.

Dean slammed his fist against the panel in frustration.

"You okay, Gracie?" Angela asked her daughter.

"That was scary, mommy." Grace whimpered.

"I know, baby." Angela held her daughter. "I got you now, okay?"

"All right," Sam sighed heavily. "The garage?"

"Doors are warded and the walls are reinforced steel," Toni replied.

"Okay," Robert pursed his lips. "Um, you know, maybe we could get out through the air vents."

Toni scoffed. "You wouldn't get far. There are choke points in the duct system, not even I could squeeze through."

"I say we kill her." Dean glared daggers at the woman. "I mean, you heard Ketch. Said we had about three days of air left. So if we ice her, maybe that buys us an extra day."

"I assure you, Dean, I'm an extraordinarily shallow breather."

"Yeah, right." Dean scoffed.

"If we ever get out of here, I am the one who programmed your mother, which means that I am the only one who can undo it." Toni continued. "And since I assume you want Mummy back, you need me."

"You guys believe her?" Dean asked.

"I don't know," Sam admitted.

"Look, if she's lying, sure, we take her out. But Mary is still out there, brainwashed." Angela added. "If she's telling the truth, then we do need her."

Dean pursed his lips. "All right, you're so smart, how do we get out of here?"

"The only way out is to pull the manual override," Toni informed.

"Is that a thing?" Robert quirked a brow.

"Oh, it is." She nodded. "But it's outside the bunker, where we can't reach it."

"Awesome," Dean muttered sarcastically.

"Wait a second, guys," Sam started. "We're in a giant vault loaded down with—with occult books and lore. There's gotta be something in here—an item or a spell—some hoodoo that can reverse the lockdown."

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Day One

Sam, Dean, Angela, Robert, and Toni were all sitting around the table reading lore books while Grace napped.

"I think I got something," Sam broke the silence. "When the Romani people were forced to assimilate in Europe, the, uh, the Romans used a spell, the Abrogation ritual, as an act of rebellion against their persecutors. The Devla turns back complex mechanical processes, resets equipment, machinery."

"What's it take?" Robert asked.

"Seems like pretty basic ingredients. Nothing we don't already have." Sam shrugged before a frown settled on his face. "Oh."

"What?" Toni asked.

"The mechanisms 'must be anointed with the blood of virgins.'" Sam replied.

Dean looked at Toni, raising his eyebrows. Toni rolled her eyes in response.

"Not even close."

"All right, well, then, I guess we keep lookin'." Dean sighed heavily.

"Or we fake it," Sam suggested.

"Excuse me?" Toni scoffed.

"We fake it," Sam repeated. "I mean, I've read half a dozen purification rituals in the last hour. If we used one of those on—on our blood…"

"Then what? Revirginize it?" Angela asked.

"Maybe." Sam nodded.

"So, we purify the blood, then do the spell," Toni smirked. "Two-step, hybrid magic."

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Sam cut his hand and let the blood drip into a bowl while he recited a spell in Latin. Angela, Robert, Dean, and Toni followed suit with their blood. As Sam finished the spell, a white light emanated from the bowl.

"All right, that's step one. Step two, you're up." Sam looked at Toni.

"Farmichi, farmichi, mashuna parra, mashuna parra." Toni recited as she sprinkled something into the bowl.

There was a rumbling sound and the table started shaking. Electricity started cracking and the lights flickered on and off.

"It's working." Sam smiled. "It's working!"

The bunker was powering up and they all looked around the room in surprise. Then, the bunker powered down again almost immediately.

"No." Toni sighed. "No."

"What happened?" Angela asked with a frown.

"Ketch! He knew we'd…" Toni exhaled sharply. "He must've put some kind of mystical dampener on the bunker's lockdown. Magic won't work."

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Day Two

"Okay, we have… exhausted brains." Dean said as he unrolled blueprints on the table. "So, I say we try brawn."

"How?" Robert asked as he adjusted Grace in his arms.

"Walls," Dean answered. "Now the garage, the Crow's Nest, these are all reinforced steel walls, right? But right here," he pointed. "That's nothing but concrete. And right there, that's an old sewer pipe, goes straight up to the surface… to the override."

"So, wait a second," Sam's brows furrowed. "We're just gonna…"

"Straight Shawshank this bitch." Dean nodded.

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Dean stood in front of a concrete wall with a pickaxe while Sam and Robert stood off to the side. Dean swung the pickaxe at the wall and got hit in the face with debris.

"Goggles?" Sam asked.

"Goggles." Dean nodded.

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Sam, Dean, and Robert were taking alternate strikes at the wall. After several strikes, they had barely made an impact.

"Yeah," Dean grunted as they sat down, breathing heavily.

"Oh, yeah." Sam groaned.

"We earned a break," Robert muttered as Angela walked over to sit next to Sam.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"We'll get there," Dean assured.

"No." Sam shook his head. "No, we won't. We're not gonna hit dirt for three days. Two if we're lucky. I know you feel it—the air, it's thin." He inhaled deeply. "And it's getting thinner."

"How did this happen?" Angela murmured.

"What part?"

"All of it," Sam replied.

"Yeah," Dean muttered dejectedly. "You know, it wasn't long ago, I thought we had it made. We saved the world. We got Cas back. We got Mom and Robert back. I mean, it wasn't perfect, but still, we had 'em. And now…"

"What they did to Mom." Sam scoffed. "I just fell for their company line. Man, I… I saw what they were doing, and I—and I thought, hunters on that scale, working together… how much good we can do. And once I was in, I… I just followed. 'Cause it was easy." He muttered. "Easier."

"Easier than what?" Dean asked.

"Easier than leading," Sam whispered as he pulled Angela closer to him and rested a hand on her slightly swollen stomach.

Dean nodded in agreement while Robert picked up a piece of concrete and tossed it.

"Is this how you pictured it? The end?" Sam asked.

"Oh, you know it's not." Dean shook his head. "I always thought we'd go out like… Butch and Sundance style."

Sam chuckled softly. "Yeah."

"Blaze of glory." Angela murmured.

"Blaze of glory," Dean repeated as a smirk slowly formed. "Son of a bitch."

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Sam, Dean, Angela, Robert, Grace, and Toni were in the war room.

"You're lunatics," Toni commented in disbelief. "This is a colossally stupid idea."

"Yep." Deal held up the grenade launcher. "Big, beautiful, and dumb. Been waiting for the perfect moment to use it."

"The explosion could kill us all," Toni argued. "You could bring the whole bloody place crashing down."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and chuckled. "Yeah."

"You're lunatics," Toni repeated. "Action movie-loving, cheeseburger-eating, moronic American lunatics."

Robert ushered Toni out of the room while Sam led Angela and Grace out of the room.

"Okay, beautiful," Dean smirked. "Yippee-ki-yay, mother—

~/~\~

Sam, Angela, Grace, Robert, and Toni were on the floor in the other room, covering their ears. As the explosions ended, Sam turned on his flashlight.

"Stay here, baby." He whispered to Angela before he went to find Dean. "Dean? Dean!"

Sam stumbled through the debris to the concrete wall and saw a huge hole, which was blocked with concrete and debris from the explosion.

"Dean?" Sam called out.

Sam made his way back to the war room, struggling to walk as the lack of air started to take its toll. In the war room, just as he collapsed to the ground, the bunker began to power up and air pumped into the room. A door creaked open and Dean limped in, his knee bloody and torn open.

"Hey, lunatic." He smirked at Sam.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, Angela, Robert, Grace, and Toni were outside of the bunker. Dean was handcuffing Toni in the backseat and Angela was buckling Grace in while Sam sifted through a cigar box of cell phones.

"Uh, dead." Sam tossed one of the phones back into the box.

"Wait, I got one." Dean started dialing. "Garth? Hey. Oh, man. It's good to hear your voice. Listen, uh, those Brits I told you about, they've got a hit out on American hunters. I'm guessing that goes double for werewolf hunters, so…" Dean explained. "No, I don't have time to explain."

Toni shifted around in the back seat, clearly annoyed while Angela tried another cell phone.

"You and Bess need to get someplace safe," Dean told Garth. "Okay? All right."

"Hey." Angela looked up, concerned. "Jody."

~/~\~

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

The Impala pulled up to Jody's house and the hunters got out of the car quickly.

"Jody?" Dean called out.

"Jody. Alex." Sam looked around.

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Robert walked into Jody's living room. Robert held Grace and they all noticed blood on the carpet. Alex stood by Jody as she sat, holding an ice pack to her face.

"Hey." Alex greeted.

"Hey," Sam replied. "Where is she?"

Jody pointed to Mary who was across the room, tied to a chair.

"Hello, boys. Angela." Mary smirked.

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Alex was taking care of Dean's knee while Jody held Grace.

"When she clocked me out of the blue, I thought she was a demon," Jody commented. "I had no idea that brainwashing could be so thorough."

"Jody, she…" Dean sighed deeply. "It's not your fault. Fortunately, Alex came home."

"All I did was buy you time. You knocked her out." Alex replied.

Dean grunted and grimaced in pain as Alex worked.

"I'll get you something for the pain."

Dean downed the rest of his drink. "Make it a double."

Jody walked over to Dean and patted his arm in sympathy. Dean took her free hand and squeezed it.

"Aw. You wanna play mother to my son? He's all yours." Mary smirked darkly.

"Dean… that's not your mom." Jody assured.

"What's the matter, Dean? Am I too different from the Mary you know?" she asked as the door opened. "Or too much the same?"

The front door closed and Sam walked in with Toni, who was still handcuffed.

"Here she is. Do your thing."

"All right, you said you could fix her, so fix her," Dean told Toni.

"I, um… Well, I—

"She lied." Mary interrupted.

"What?" Robert frowned.

"Mary's programming… It's permanent." Toni admitted.

Dean's brows furrowed. "But you said…"

"You were going to kill me." Toni defended. "The Mary that you know, the good Mary, she's hiding behind impenetrable psychic walls. And I'm afraid these walls…" she scoffed. "Well, they can't be torn down with grenades. Your mother can't be saved."

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Dean cocked his gun as he approached Toni. "All right, 'Lady,' time's up. We only kept you alive for one reason."

"Hey guys," Angela started as Mary's phone vibrated. "Listen, uh, Ketch keeps calling Mary's phone."

"I'll get it," Mary suggested.

"Let it go to voicemail," Dean commanded as he shoved Toni. "Let's take a nice little short walk to the backyard."

"This is not going to stop," Toni replied. "Soon enough, they'll find out you're alive, and then… Well, if you want my advice—run."

"We're not running." Robert scoffed.

"Well, then, you die."

"Or…" Sam trailed off.

"Or what?" Toni questioned.

"Or we fight." Sam finished.

~/~\~

Several people were sitting around Jody's living room while she handed out beer. Grace sat on Robert's lap and yawned.

"Feet off the table, Jerry." Jody reprimanded.

"Thanks." Dean smiled as he took a beer.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"That should be the last one," Jody commented as two men walked in.

"Walt. Roy." Sam greeted.

"Well, damn," Walt muttered.

"We haven't seen you guys since—

"Since you killed us," Angela commented. "No hard feelings."

"Uh, uh, please, get comfortable," Sam suggested.

"Sure about this?" Dean whispered.

"You gonna tell us what we're going here or what?" Walt demanded.

"Ah. Of course. Yeah." Sam nodded. "Um, so we—we, um…" he sighed. "No, you know what? I called you here because people… um, our people, are being slaughtered. And we're next. The British Men of Letters, they came here because they thought they could do our job better than we could." Sam explained. "And they hooked us with their flashy gear and their tech. Most of you had the good sense to turn 'em down. I didn't. They said they wanted the same thing we wanted, you know? A world free of monsters. That's not what they really wanted. They want control. They want to live in a world where they can sit in some office and decide who gets to live and who gets to die. And they've killed people. They've killed innocent people just because they got in the way. They think the ends justify the means," Sam spoke passionately. "But we know better. We know hunting isn't just about killing. It's about doing what's right, even when it's hard. So, we go by our gut, right? We play by our own rules, and that scares them. That's why they want us dead, 'cause we're the one thing they can't control."

"So, what do you want from us?" Roy spoke up.

"I want you to follow me," Sam answered. "Take the fight to them. To hit them before they hit us. We go in fast and hard and we fight and we beat them down until they give up or until they're dead. Look, they're well-trained and well-armed. Some of us might not make it back. But we will win. We will take down the bad guys because that's what we do. They're scared of us." Sam smirked. "Yeah. Good. They should be."

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! I can't believe there are only three more left. Love y'all, xoxo :)

~Emily