The rag tag army was transported in the blink of an eye to a house, on a seemingly typical middle American neighborhood. Birds chirped, lawnmowers growled, and the wind fluttered through the leaves on the trees shading the white two story house.
"This is the Winchester house, before the fire." Bobby whispered.
Ellen turned to Chuck. "Are we here to get John and Mary." Chuck nodded.
"This really must be bad." Ash mumbled. "We're getting the big guns."
Chuck led the pack up the path and to the door and he knocked.
The door creaked opened, seemingly on its own, and Chuck stepped through. "Mary? John? Are you here?" Chuck asked tentatively.
"Jessica, get next to Ellen." Bobby commanded.
"Why?"
"Don't ask girl, just do."
"But aren't these Sam's parents?"
"My God you're stubborn too." Bobby sighed. "Sweetie, just get close to Ellen, there will be time to explain later." Jessica, obviously not pleased with being told what to do, grudgingly followed orders and it took all Bobby had not to smile, Sam picked girl that could stand up to him, that was beautiful, and ready to help her man in any way she could, she was a keeper. On the heels of that smile, tears burned at the back of his eyes, she died too soon, died probably because the demons wanted Sam back in the game, and here she was, and there was Sam, battle weary, scared, and traumatized, alienating himself from the one person on Earth who could help him and take care of him. Stupid Winchesters, Bobby thought as he followed Chuck inside.
"John!" Bobby hollered. "John Freaking Winchester, come down here you son of a bitch, we don't have all day. Your boys need you." Bobby waited a minute and when no sound emerged, Bobby sighed and hollered again, "John! Get your ass down here! And bring your wife! Your boys, your sons, they need you both."
Mary, dressed in hunter casual, appeared in front of Bobby, a gun pressed firmly into his chest. "Who in the hell are you?"
"Bobby Singer."
"I don't know you."
"Your husband does."
"How?"
"I taught him how to hunt." The gun was pressed harder into his plaid clad chest.
"So, you are the son of a bitch that made all of this possible."
"No ma'am. If I hadn't taught him how to hunt, he would have just found someone else to teach him, and they may not have had a room for two wide eyed little boys." A hand grabbed the barrel of the gun. Bobby looked up and saw John Winchester.
"He's good Mary." John said without taking his eyes off of Bobby.
After several moments of silence, John said "Thank you Bobby." Both stood there close to tears, for their last encounter had been fraught with tension, anger, and threat of violence, and neither had ever expected to be able to speak to the other and make amends for the errors they had committed all of those years ago.
"For what?" Bobby asked choked.
"For taking care of my boys when I couldn't anymore."
"Bang up job I did, Dean still went to hell."
"You tried to keep him out though. Dean is a stubborn one."
Bobby gave a snort, "Ya think? He takes after his daddy."
John and Bobby, brothers in arms, came together and hugged. John pulled away, and wrapped an arm around Mary, "This is my Mary."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you ma'am." Bobby said and offered her a hand. Mary skeptically looked at his hand and then at her husband. She finally took the proffered hand.
John finally looked past Bobby and saw the rest of the gang. "Oh, God. All of you?" John asked.
"You know as well as the rest of us that a hunter's life ain't long." Ellen said and stepped through the crowd pulling Jessica behind her.
"I'm so sorry Ellen." John said and pulled her into a hug.
"Water under the bridge, water under the bridge," she said as she patted him on the back. Ellen stepped back, and John scanned the crowd.
"Where's Bill?"
"Stubborn ass is still roaming around as a ghost. Damn man can't figure out what the hell to do even after he dies." Ellen said gruffly. Mary was introduced to the crowd of faces and each person came up to her and hugged her and said 'we've heard so many good things about you.'
"What are all of you guys here for?" Mary asked finally turning to Chuck.
"Your boys are in trouble."
"We've not been able to see them since the doors were slammed shut. I worried something like this would happen." Mary shut her eyes and tried to keep the tears at bay. "But that doesn't explain why all of you are here."
Rufus laughed. "We're hunters. It's dull around here." Everyone smiled and laughed.
"What Rufus means," Ellen said with a shake of her head. "Is that your boys would do the same for anyone of us. They are always trying to do what's best, and if we can do that and kick some ass again, all the better."
"I'm here to save Sam." Jessica said softly. "I don't know one thing about monsters or hunting, but if I can save Sam, if I can help him, I'll do it." Mary's eyes spilled over with tears.
"You were the one that he was going to marry."
"Yes." Mary took her hands.
"Good choice."
"Now, what is the plan?" John asked.
"That is the million dollar question." Bobby commented.
Chuck began outlining the plan, each face was focused and all nodded at the end of the explanation.
"You can get us out of here?" John asked.
"I'm a prophet; I know where the emergency exits are."
"But if this doesn't work?" Jo asked.
"Then we're all stuck in the veil." Chuck said. "We can get out, but we can't get back in until Metatron is defeated or opens the gate. If anyone wants out now, no judging." Chuck said.
There was a pregnant pause until Rufus said, "Aww come on let's just get this done. Let's go save some Winchester ass, again." Chuck looked around at the army, and realized that every angel in his arsenal with all of their magic and power were nothing compared to the group standing in this living room. If anyone could save the Winchesters, save the world, it was this rag tag army.