Who We Are Part 2

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

"You know where we're goin'?" Jody tossed keys to Sam.

"Yep." He nodded.

"Gear up. We roll out in 10." Jody told the group of hunters.

"You guys ready?" Sam turned to Dean and Angela.

Dean and Angela looked at each other for a moment before they turned back to Sam.

"We're not going, baby," Angela replied gently. "I mean, I—I'm pregnant, and…"

"My leg busted up the way it is, I'm no good in a fight." Dean finished.

Sam nodded, understanding why Angela wanted to stay. But his brows furrowed slightly at Dean's response. "I-I'll take a jacked-up Dean Winchester over any 10 other hunters any day."

"Yeah." Dean pursed his lips. "Angie and I saw you. You're ready for this. You show those sons of bitches who's boss."

"What about you? What are you gonna do?" Sam asked.

"I'm gonna save Mom," Dean answered confidently. "Look, if she's in there, if our real Mom is in there somewhere, then I'm gonna try and find her, bring her back."

"You got this, baby." Angela smiled softly at Sam. "Come here."

Angela stood on her toes and kissed Sam deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you, too, Sammy," she smiled broadly. "I love you so much."

Sam gave Angela one last peck on the lips before he pulled away and moved to hug Dean tightly. Dean patted him on the back.

"You come back," Dean told his little brother.

"Promise," Sam assured.

"Bitch."

"Jerk," Sam smirked as he pulled away.

"Yeah." Dean smiled lightly.

Grace ran over to Sam and hugged him. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, Peanut." Sam beamed. "Be good for Mommy and Uncle Dean, okay?"

"Okay." Grace smiled.

Robert walked over and hugged Angela tightly. "I'll look after Sam, Pumpkin."

"Thanks, Dad." Angela murmured.

Robert and Sam smiled at Dean and Angela before they turned and walked out of Jody's house.

Dean turned around to face Toni. "Okay, you got inside my Mom's head once before. What about me? You get me in?"

"You? I…" Toni sighed. "Perhaps. But I need my rig."

"Where is it?" Angela questioned.

"At the base," Toni answered, earning skeptical looks from the hunters. "But I suppose with the right materials, I could cobble something together."

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Lebanon, Kansas

Dean handcuffed Mary to a chair in the war room. "All right, where's the stuff you need?"

"Should be in storage, next to the dungeon." Toni moved to walk away, but Dean stopped her.

"Ah. Think we're lettin' you out of our sight?" Dean quirked a brow.

"Need I remind you that my organization left me to die? At this point, I'm not on anyone's side but my own. So, I help you try to save your mother, and when the dust clears…"

"What? We let you go?" Angela scoffed.

"I'd like to see my son again. I'm sure if you were in my position, you could relate." Toni retorted. "I'm not asking for a pass. I'm asking for a head start." She held up the handcuffs.

Dean sighed heavily, pondering for a moment before he unlocked the cuffs.

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Toni was attaching electrodes to Mary's forehead and the handcuffs dangled from one wrist. "These electrodes sync your Delta waves with Mary's forming a psychic link."

Dean sat across from Mary with similar electrodes on his forehead. Angela stood next to him, holding Grace.

"But to enter her psyche will take a certain measure of concentration and skill," Toni continued as she adjusted some knobs on an old-looking machine. "And as there's no time to teach you how to reach the necessary therapeutic dream state, I'm banking on this." She held up a large syringe and injected the liquid into Mary's neck. "Hypnotic agents laced with a potent sedative."

"Ah." Mary groaned.

"It's enough to knock an elephant on its trunk," Toni commented.

Mary's eyes fluttered shut as she passed out. As Toni turned towards the table, Dean reached out and closed the handcuff around the table leg.

"Really?" Toni scoffed.

"Little insurance. You understand."

"This will hurt. You understand." Toni retorted sarcastically before injecting Dean in the neck.

"You got this, Dean," Angela assured as he quickly passed out.

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Dean 'woke up' sitting in a recliner in a nice suburban living room. He stood up and immediately noticed that his knee was no longer injured. He walked around the house and into the kitchen from his childhood. He started to walk up the stairs when he heard a baby cry. He turned toward the living room and there was now a large crib. He walked over and noticed the baby, wearing a blue onesie.

"Sam." He whispered.

Mary walked over, dressed in a pretty blue sundress. She bent over the crib, cooing at Sam, and covering him with a blanket. She smiled at the baby before she walked into the kitchen.

"Dean, lunch is ready." She called out.

A little boy dressed in a blue flannel walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. He started eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with the crusts cut off, and Mary touched his head soothingly.

"Mom," Dean started as he watched the scene. "We gotta get out of here, okay? You need to come with me." He begged, only to be met with silence. "Mom? Mom." He pleaded. "Mom!"

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Sam, Robert, Jody, and the other hunters pulled up to the British Men of Letters base and crashed through the gate. They got out of their trucks and started shooting at the armed guards outside of the compound.

"Get down!" Sam yelled as the guards shot at them.

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Dean walked over to Mary, who was standing at the kitchen sink.

"Look, I know that they messed with your head, okay? I know it feels better in here. It feels safer. But I-I need you to hear me." Dean begged.

Mary turned towards the little boy at the table. "I was thinking maybe we should take Sammy to the park later, before Daddy gets home. Sound good?"

"Mom, look at me." Dean grabbed Mary's arm.

She hesitated for a moment before she pulled out of his grasp and walked over to the oven. Dean stared at his hand for a moment and looked up at Mary, as if realizing something. The oven door squeaked as Mary pulled a pie out of the oven.

"You're choosing this," Dean whispered in disbelief.

"Your favorite." Mary sang.

"Yes," the little boy beamed excitedly.

"After you eat," Mary chuckled as she knelt next to her son. "I only want good things for you, Dean. I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Dean watched the scene unfold and shook his head. "I hate you."

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The hunters placed explosives on the outside of the door while the guards stood on the other side, guns at the ready. There was an explosion and the door was blown open violently. The hunters threw a canister into the building and smoke started to fill the hallway. Under the smokescreen the hunters advanced into the bunker, exchanging gunshots with the guards.

"Go, go, go, go, go," Sam instructed.

A hunter and two guards were shot, and the hunters, led by Sam, Robert, and Jody, continued moving through the bunker.

"Go!" Robert yelled. "Hurry! Hurry!"

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"You lied to me. I was a kid." Dean whispered, hurt lacing his voice.

Mary went back to the sink, almost as if she was pretending not to hear Dean.

"You promised you'd keep me safe," he continued. "And then you made a deal with Azazel. Yeah, it saved Dad's life, but I'll tell you something else that happened." his voice cracked. "Because on November 2, 1983, old Yellow Eyes came waltzing into Sammy's room, because of your deal."

Mary turned abruptly and walked past Dean to Sam's crib in the living room.

"You left us," Dean followed her. "Alone. 'Cause Dad was just a shell. His perfect wife? Gone. Our perfect Mom, the perfect family… was gone. And I… I had to be… more than just a brother. I had to be a father and I had to be a mother, to keep him safe. And that wasn't fair. And I couldn't do it. And you wanna know what that was like?" he asked as he walked around Mary to look at her directly, but she turned away. "They killed the girl that he loved. He got possessed by Lucifer. They tortured him in Hell. And he lost his soul. His soul." Dean's eyes filled with tears. "All because of you. All of it was because of you."

~/~\~

The machines were beeping as Mary and Dean remained in their dream state. Mary had tears running down her face as Angela and Toni looked on.

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"I hate you." Dean's voice broke as tears ran down his face. "I hate you. And I love you. 'Cause I can't—I can't help it. You're my Mom. And I understand… 'cause I have made deals to save the ones I love more than once. I forgive you." He assured. "I forgive you. For all of it. Everything. On the other side of this, we can start over, okay? You, me, Sam, Angie, Robert, Gracie. We can get it right this time." Dean begged. "But I need you to fight. Right now, I need you to fight. I need you—I need you to look at me, Mom. I need you to really look at me and see me. Mom, I need you to see me. Please."

Mary turned around slowly and looked up at Dean, eyes widening. "Dean?"

"Mom." He breathed out in relief.

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Dean's head snapped back and the electrodes were being ripped off of his head. Mary was still unconscious and Dean looked around to see that Toni was on the floor with her throat slit, and Angela and Grace were nowhere in sight. He looked up to see Ketch facing him.

"No," Dean muttered.

"Oh, yes," Ketch smirked smugly.

Dean lunged towards Ketch and they began to fight violently. Ketch threw Dean against the bookcase and he slid across the floor. Dean groaned as he struggled to get up as Ketch walked towards him.

"Oh, what? Thought you'd get your Mum back?" he taunted. "Sorry, Dean. Not how this ends."

Dean got up and Ketch kicked him in the back of his knee.

"This ends with me ending you," Ketch continued. "And Angela once I get my hands on her."

"I'm gonna kill you," Dean promised as he stood up.

"You won't," Ketch chuckled. "But I'd very much enjoy it if you tried."

~/~\~

Sam and Robert moved through the bunker and shot at two guards, killing them instantly.

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"You want to know what your mother said about you, Dean? All those long days and even longer nights out on the road, hunting? Hmm?" Ketch grabbed Dean by the collar and punched him in the face. "Absolutely nothing." He sneered as he hauled Dean up from the floor. "Ah. This is fun."

Dean growled and threw Ketch across the room, breaking through a table.

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Dr. Hess ran through the hall and approached a locked door. She placed her hand on the pad alongside it and as it beeped to allow her entry, Jody grabbed her shoulder. Dr. Hess turned around and elbowed her in the face. As Jody stumbled along the wall, Sam and Robert entered and ran towards Dr. Hess as she entered the other room.

"Hey!" Sam yelled.

As the door closed and Robert tried to get in, Walt came into the hall.

"I got this," Walt said.

"Yeah." Robert nodded.

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Ketch attacked Dean with a table leg from the broken furniture. He managed to get a few blows in and then pushed Dean up against the wall, the table leg pushing across his chest and neck. After several seconds, Dean lunged forward, grabbing the table leg from Ketch and hitting him. Ketch remained with his back to Dean, trying to recover.

Dean panted heavily and leaned on a nearby chair. "When you left us alone in the bunker, man, I knew you were psycho, but I didn't think you were stupid."

"I may be many things…" Ketch turned towards Dean, pointing a gun at him. "But I am not stupid."

Ketch raised his gun towards Dean's head and a gunshot rang out. Ketch cried out, dropped his gun, and grabbed his now bleeding shoulder. As Dean looked past him, Ketch turned around and saw Mary standing there, gun pointed at him.

"Mom?" Dean breathed out.

"Mary." Ketch looked at her sadly.

Ketch fell to his knees and Dean limped past him, kicking the gun away, and stood next to Mary.

"I…" Ketch grunted. "I knew you were a killer. You both are."

"You're right." Dean agreed as Mary shot Ketch, killing him.

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The door to the room busted open in a loud explosion. Sam, Robert, Jody, and Walt ran into the room as Dr. Hess reached for a gun on the table.

"Don't!" Sam yelled. "Don't."

"Listen, Dean—

"It's Sam." He corrected. "And you must be Hess, I trust. You're in charge of this whole operation? Or, uh, what's left of it?"

"Sam, you might think it in your best interest to kill me, to end all of this here."

Sam shrugged. "Mm."

"But shooting me now, severing all ties with the British Men of Letter," Dr. Hess continued. "At this particular moment, that would be a grievous mistake."

"Doubt it." Robert scoffed.

Dr. Hess walked slowly to grab a folder off the table. "There are reasons to reconsider. Things that you don't know."

Dr. Hess dropped the folder in front of Sam and he opened it and saw grainy photos of Lucifer.

"What are these?" he demanded.

"Lucifer is back," she answered, and Sam's body froze. "Yes, Sam. All thanks to your good friend Crowley. Not that it did him much good. Crowley's dead. And the Devil is out looking for him son, following its mother's footsteps, tracking her and your friend the angel. If Lucifer gets his hands on that child, they'll be unstoppable. You can't face that alone. You need us."

"Listen to her, boy." The voice on the computer monitor said.

Sam pondered for a moment before shooting at the monitor. "Pass."

"You bastard." Dr. Hess sneered.

She grabbed her gun off of the table and aimed it at Sam. Before she could shoot him, Robert shot her directly in the head and Dr. Hess slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.

~/~\~

As the hunters drove away from the British Men of Letters base, it exploded violently.

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Dean walked into the room, shaking a pill bottle, and Angela and Grace followed behind. Mary was cleaning up from Dean's fight with Ketch, who was lying under a bloodied sheet on the floor.

"Found some expired prescription painkillers, so…" Dean chuckled. "Lucky me. And I found these two, safe and sound."

"Mary, you don't have to do that," Angela commented as Mary cleaned. "It's not your job."

"This… All of this is because of me." Mary muttered ashamedly.

"It's gonna be okay," Dean assured.

"It's not okay." Mary sighed as she walked towards them. "Since I've been back, I know… I've been distant. Cold, even. I haven't gotten to know my daughter-in-law or my granddaughter. Leaving you, working with them… I was trying to make things right. Just from a distance, because… being here with you was too hard. Seeing what I'd done to you and to Sam, I…"

"Mom, what you did, the deal… everything that's happened since has made us who we are. And who we are? We kick ass." Dean smirked, turning toward Angela. "Don't we, kiddo?"

"Definitely kick ass." Angela smiled.

"We save the world," Dean added.

"I'm scared. What… What if he can't forgive me?" Mary whispered.

Sam and Robert walked into the room.

"Mom," Sam started. "You don't have to be scared of me."

He walked over and hugged Mary tightly. Dean, Angela, and Grace walked over.

"Glad you're back, baby." Angela smiled.

Sam pulled his family into a tight hug, relishing the moment together.

A/N: Hey, y'all, I hope you liked this chapter! I can't believe there are only two left! Let me know what you think :) Love y'all, xoxo

~Emily