Sam's laptop beeped, "What's that?" I asked.

"Felicity wants to Skype," he explained then pushed something and Felicity's face filled the screen. Her hair was down, which took me a second to get used to, and she looked exhausted.

"Hey girl," I said, "When did you sleep last?"

She seemed honestly confused by that, "What day is it?"

"Yeah. Okay, when you tell us whatever crappy news you have, go home, get some sleep." I was kind of surprised Oliver had let her go that long without sleep.

Her eyes were scrolling through text, moving rapidly in time with the sounds of her fingers hitting the keys. "Can't, have too much to filter through."

Sam looked at Oliver, who shrugged, "I've already tried to reason with her."

Sam wasn't the least bit pleased with that answer, "Felicity, share your screen. Let me look at what's going on."

"All right just don't..."

As soon as a mass of emails, scrolling numbers and who knows what else appeared on the laptop screen Sam shut them all down in record time.

"Sam! What the!" She was looking straight at the camera now, and boy was she pissed.

"Tell us what you have to, then go to bed! We'll call you in five hours to wake you up. Now, why'd you Skype?"

Her lips thinned out and she glared straight at Sam who didn't flinch. He'd had years of me glaring at him and Felicity's glare was nowhere near the level mine can get to.

"Well?" Sam pushed it. I never realized just how blue her eyes were until I saw them magnified on the screen. She was trying hard to look as cold and hard as Oliver can, but I saw her cave after another minute of the stare down, which made me wonder why she listened more to Sam than Oliver.

"Fine. That video, came from Shayna's phone which is still in Oklahoma. I'll send you the address. It's moved around so I don't think Gordon abandoned it. It's a rural town so no traffic cameras for me to tap into. It could be him or he could have given it to someone else and moved on. You hunters have a pretty good lock on how to hide from people like me. Hate to say it."

Had to admit that sent a bit of pride through me. Felicity's top notch, if she couldn't track people like us, no one could. Then I remembered I was having to track a hunter, talk about short lived victories.

"All right," Sam said, "Anything else?"

"Not really." She pushed her glasses up and frowned, "That video was time stamped about five minutes before he sent it, so it's as close to real time as you can get. He hasn't sent any other emails that I can see. I hacked into her phone and looked through it, I also set an alert on it so anything he uses it for I'll know. Sam, you need to tell the rest of the hunters not to read anything that comes from her account. I can change the password on it and take it off of auto remember so he can't access any of it if you want."

Sam had gone into hacker stealth mode, I could tell before he even said a word. "Can you route all outgoing emails to you and reply to what he sends? And scramble the names in her contact list so he doesn't know who's who.

Her eyes widened for a second, then she was off and running, "Scrambling the names is easy. The rest is tricky, I have to mimic their styles. I could set up a mirror site though and reroute that email to me."

I have no idea how or way, but she suddenly seemed a lot less tired. She really likes a challenge. Sam saw it too and realized he'd outsmarted himself. He wanted her to rest but he'd just given her a new challenge. "How long?"

She didn't even take a second to think about it, "Hour or two, tops."

"Okay, set it up, then go to sleep. Promise me. Don't make me send shit tons of malware to your secure server. This new laptop has a lot more processing power than the old one, I'll hack you faster now."

I thought she'd been angry before, "Don't you dare! It took me two days to clean that up last time."

He leaned in closer to the screen, "Then sleep. Promise?"

She muttered something under her breath, "Promise. Talk to you soon."

Her face disappeared, Dig and Roy were staring at Sam, completely stunned. "You hacked into her server?" Roy asked.

Sam just shrugged, "She has me test out her network security. I've been learning all kinds of new tricks from her. She said she'd been feeling like she was plateauing, I guess no one scary has tried to hack into her system in a few years. I have time to kill and like computer stuff so it worked out. Anyway, Oklahoma. We sending someone to see if Gordon's still there or not?"

Oliver hadn't seemed concerned about Felicity paying more attention to Sam than him but I added a conversation with Sam to my list of things to do. "Someone can go with Cas to check it out," I suggested. "Coyote can stay here and help us ID monsters. Take a day at most, drive there, snoop around, drive back. Unless he's on the other side of Oklahoma. Cas doesn't sleep so that helps."

Dig spoke up, "I'll go. Then we can meet up where ever you guys plan to take this asshole on."

"Cas? You good with that?"

"Of course. If we find Gordon there do you wish us to detain him there or bring him here?"

"May I suggest something?" Oliver asked.

"Sure."

"Follow him. Tag him with nanites if you can, then Felicity will know every move he makes. We can't waste time interrogating people right now. It seems like whatever this is is picking up speed, if we can find out whose in charge, we can go directly to the source."

Sam's eyebrow went up, "Nanites?"

"Nanotech that acts as a tracking beacon. If it gets in the blood stream it stays active for months. Well, on humans anyway, no guarantee on vampires. I assume they still have blood."

"They do. I'm down with that idea." I said. "At least for now. It's a lot safer to have computers track him than people, he'll pick up on someone following him pretty quick. He was a good hunter and Purgatory makes you hyper aware."

"We should get going then," Cas said as he stood up. "We can take my car."

"Still driving the pimp mobile?"

Cas managed to look offended, "It is not a pimp mobile. I like it."

"It stands out like a sore thumb. Oliver, can they borrow your rental?"

"Sure."

"Good and Cas?" He just stood there, staring at me. "Go buy some new clothes. Ditch the trench coat, blend in with everyone else. It's midsummer, no human would be wearing that right now. Either buy some or borrow some of mine." They'd be a bit loose on him but would fit well enough.

The stare switched to a mildly exasperated glare, "Shall I change my hair color too?"

Coyote snickered and Sam covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head. I get no respect. "No need to be a smart ass," I pointed out.

"I don't recall that ever stopping you," he pointed out, "Having, or not having a valid need."

Sam didn't offer an iota of help on that one, just turned his palms up and shrugged, "Got to say, that's pretty accurate."

"Thanks, really. No Cas, you don't need to dye your hair. Stay in touch."

"Of course."

Oliver slid the keys for the rental down the table to Dig who grabbed them, stood up and stretched. "Someone text me the address. Any idea how long of a drive we're looking at?"

Sam looked at his phone, "About five hours. I'll send you the address and the nearest mall to get Cas some clothes. Thanks Dig, I know you just got here."

"No worries, I don't mind a road trip now and again. Ready Cas?"

Cas nodded and the two of them headed up the stairs and left. Oliver focused on me, "We should probably scout out where we're meeting all the hunters. I'm assuming you want Roy and I out of view."

"Yup, there's some decent woods close to it. It's an old barn, plenty of cover."

Roy shifted in his seat and frowned, "Do you really think there are hunters who are monsters and working against us? I mean other than Gordon."

"Sam and I know of at least one hunter who was turned but kept his nose clean, he got bitten by a werewolf." I hadn't thought about Garth in years, wonder if he's still alive. "We let him go because of the situation he was in, they were eating animal hearts and pretty set on staying clear from human hearts. It can happen to anyone. The tricky part of all this is if we do find a hunter that's been turned but is staying on the straight and narrow who's willing to help, will be making sure other hunters don't take them out just on principle. Sam and I are a bit more flexible on things these days after everything we've been through, other hunters, not so much. So if we do find a monster in this group and they try to bolt, you guys need to slow them down and let Sam and I take care of the rest."

"From what I've heard that's not all that easy," Oliver said. "If we don't know what kind of monster it is how do we know what to use to slow it down?"

"Bring any of your specialty arrows?" Sam asked.

"We flew commercial so no," Oliver said, "I didn't bring any." Then his lips moved in a rather self congratulatory smirk, "I did ship two full quivers to the closest UPS store after you called. I over-nighted them. They arrived a few hours ago."

"Props to the vigilante," I complimented him.

"Thank you. Will the net arrows hold a monster?"

"Long enough for Sam and I to get in range? Definitely."

"All right then. Let's head out," Oliver kind of ordered, then shot a side long look at me as he get ready to stand up. "I mean, if there's nothing else we need to do here."

"Not really. We just need to grab gear. We can all squeeze into Baby or Sam can take his car too. Preferences?"

Sam thought about it, "How about I take Oliver to pick up his stuff, you, Roy and Coyote head out to the farm. Some of the hunters will probably be getting there in an hour or so. Roy can find he and Oliver good spots to hide and I'll drop Oliver off about a mile away, he can go the back way to the farm and meet up with Roy. Once I get back we can start testing people and tell them what's going on."

"Sounds good to me," I said. Oliver and Roy nodded, "Let's roll then."

Sam, Roy and I hit up the armory and grabbed all our toys. Then Roy, Coyote and me hopped into Baby and took off. Roy was dressed for the job. He and Oliver were both in dark colors, boots and long sleeves. I'd guess Roy had spread the idea to Oliver that layers are best for hunting monsters. Roy had on a dark green, military type cargo jacket, a black flannel under that and a black t-shirt for his final layer. He was in black cargo pants and boots. Oliver had basically the same outfit on except his clothes leaned towards more grey and he had an actual hoodie for his second layer. I'd managed to refrain from making a joke about that, barely. We had time to kill but none of us really felt like sitting around the Bunker. The vid of Shayna's beheading was in the back of all of our minds, even if we weren't talking about it. I'd set it on low burn in my head, to be used when I had Gordon up close and personal. In the mean time we had other things to worry about.

It took about twenty minutes to get to the farm, I pulled up and we got out. The barn itself was leaning pretty heavily to the right, the door was off the hinges, and more than a few planks were missing from the walls. I think it had been white at one point in it's history, now it was dirt covered grey. It had six horse stables inside, a torn up floor and a loft that would have been deemed unsafe to walk an five years ago, now it probably wouldn't hold a kid's weight much less a full grown adult.

"Charming," Coyote said, "Why is it hunting always seems to involve buildings that should be condemned?"

"Because only old, creepy buildings are haunted, you know that. Besides, it adds mood and realism."

She started walking towards the door, "That's what we're calling it?"

"Sounds better than we all have illegal weapons, have committed a butt load of felonies and don't want cops to see us."

"Can't argue with that." She was in her usual hunting garb, with an added jacket layer. Coyote loves her knives, she had one strapped to her thigh, one in a sheathe on her waistband and at least one more in her jacket. I think she had one strapped to her wrist as well. At least two of them had silver coating, she likes to be prepared for all possibilities.

Roy peeled off and started investigating points for cover to the left of the barn, I followed Coyote inside.

"So what are you planning to tell them?" She asked as we started moving abandoned tools and pieces of barn to the edges to give us a clear space.

"If we show them that vid, which we'll have to, they're going to have a ton of questions about Purgatory and why Gordon's a vamp. Sam and I may have to come clean on a lot of our history if we want these guys to trust us. As far as everyone knows, Gordon just fell off the grid. To have him come back like that, well, hunters won't let that slide."

She stopped shoving some broken planks across the ground and looked at me, "Babe, that could backfire on you fast."

We'd just come from a fight establishing who I was back home, and here we were heading for another one. "Yeah, I know. Guess we get to find out who our real friends are."

"You sure Sam's going to go for this?"

"I'm hoping to deflect away from him and keep them focused on me, Leviathans and Purgatory. That's the part that's important, not the rest. I'll run it by him when he gets back, but I'm pretty sure he's already thinking about it."

"Knowing him, he's been thinking about it since the first hint of Gordon popped up."

"Yeah."

We finished cleaning up the floor just as I heard Sam's car pull up. Sam walked in, Oliver and Roy must have already settled in to wait. "They're set up on either side," Sam confirmed. "Gerald is about thirty minutes out. The rest aren't far behind. We leading with the vid?"

"I think we need to test everyone first, they already know something's up. Then go to the vid and probably end up explaining how I got to Purgatory. Hopefully we can avoid talking about the whole Lucifer thing."

Sam looked away from me, jaw tense and eyes filled with way too much concern. Everything he'd worked for this last year could very easily fall apart because of this. What he'd built was held together by trust, trust in each other and trust in him. When they found out his, our past, they could shift us from the hunter column to the monster column in a heartbeat. Sure, we weren't monsters now, but we'd both been monsters over the past few years. I wouldn't be all that surprised if at least one of them tried to take us out if we went too far into it.

"If we can get Gerald on our side, that's a start." I added. "He's more level headed than some of the others."

"Yeah, let's hope."

We milled around for another half an hour when Gerald pulled up, he had Sherm with him. Guess after being spotted he'd figured it was safer to travel with a friend. They, like the rest of us, were dressed for business. Sherm was in all green except for his jeans and Gerald was wearing a blue plaid checkered button up shirt over two other shirts.

"Dean, Sam, Coyote, nice to see you all." Gerald said.

"What's this all about?" Sherm asked.

May as well take this head on. "Get out your silver," Coyote, Sam and I bared our forearms, "No need to slice, since we're doing this with everyone but touch us with it. Then we'll do the same for you. Show your gums too."

Both of them went from friendly to suspicious fast. "We just saw you guys the other day."

"Yeah, well since then Tom and Sarah got hit, Tom was turned, Sarah had to kill him and Shayna got beheaded by someone who used to be a hunter." Sam's voice left no room for doubt about how serious he was. "So, humor us."

Coyote hadn't reacted so I knew they were most likely human, but they didn't know that.

Sherm spat and shook his head, "Jesus H Christ! What the hell is going on?"

Gerald eyes went wide for a second, then he recovered and raised his eyebrows at Sam and I.

"We'll explain in a second, after we all know we're who we say we are." I replied.

"All right, all right. Hold on to your horses, jeeze. I didn't realize we were in full Inquisition mode here," Sherm muttered as he pulled out a coin. "Pure silver, promise." He set it on his skin, then all of ours in turn. Then he pulled up his lip and squeezed his upper gum line. "Happy?"

"Not quite," Coyote answered. She pulled off her armband, which I know for a fact is pure silver, and repeated Sherm's moves, we all bared our gums and relaxed. "Good. Nice to know we're all still humans."

"Yeah, so Shayna?" Gerald asked.

"You're going to.." Sam started.

"Sam, I got this." I interrupted. "We're going to show you a vid. Either of you remember a hunter named Gordon? Black guy, slightly unhinged, disappeared about six or seven years back?"

Sherm shook his head, Gerald's eyes narrowed in thought, "Vamp specific guy? Sister or someone got turned and he was all in to wipe every vamp off the face of the earth."

"Yup. That's him. Sam and I had a run in with him. He got it in his head to target us for some rather convoluted reasons, Sam suckered him into getting arrested, he got out, came after us again. Except that time he was a vamp, he'd gotten turned. Sam killed him."

"All right..." Gerald said, obviously knowing there was a lot more to that story. "And?"

I took a deep breath, "Here's where ya'll are going to have to expand your world view. When monsters die, they go to Purgatory. God made it to hold all the things that weren't human. Now, remember Dick Roman?"

Sherm did, "Billionaire guy, made a huge splash than vanished."

"I killed him, with some help. Let's just say something got out of Purgatory and was taking people over, Roman was the head of the clan. I was standing too close to him and got sucked into Purgatory. I found a way out, had to trust a vamp to do it. He's back in Purgatory now," It still hurt to think about Benny. He'd tried, he really had. "Anyway, apparently other things from Purgatory found out how I got out and that brings us back to Gordon."

Sam pulled out his laptop, set up the wifi and looked at Sherm and Gerald, "This is not easy to watch, even for people like us." He warned, then hit play.

Sherm was muttering cuss word after cuss word under his breath before thirty seconds had passed and if I was any judge I'd say that Gerald was just barely keeping himself from pulling a gun and blowing the laptop away. It ended and silence echoed throughout the barn. Sherm couldn't even manage a cuss word he was so pissed off. Two or three minutes passed while they digested all of it.

"Do we know who or what else got out?" Gerald asked.

"No, we're focusing on him first." I answered.

"You teamed with a vamp to get out?" Sherm said.

"That's pretty much all that's down there, vamps, werewolves and Leviathans. Didn't have much choice. You have my word that while he was back up here, he stuck with bagged blood. I swear."

Gerald took a deep breath, let it out and shoved all his rage down deep, "Is it relevant how you "broke the world"?

"Depends. Do you want to spend the next six hours hearing our life story or not?" I replied.

"It's not relevant," Sam interjected, "Because the world's still running and Gordon has an unholy grudge against Dean and I. If we hadn't done what we had things would have been much worse, as in most of humanity getting killed. So no. It's really not."

I hadn't expected him to take that approach but he was right, the world was still running.

Sherm nodded, "So why are we here?"

"We may need people to draw these bastards out," I said, "Sam and I will try to go after Gordon directly but he's not the only one."

Gerald got right to the point, "You need bait hunters."

"Yes."

They looked at each other, Sherm spoke first. "I've never been one to like bein' a sitting duck, rather take shit head on. I'm in."

Gerald took a minute longer, I started to get nervous because he studied Sam and I as if he was seeing a whole new side of who we were and wasn't sure he liked it. "I'm in on one condition. When it's over and if we're all still alive, I want the full story. I'll keep it to myself if you two want but as much hate as he has for you, that isn't over something trivial. Neither of you have led us wrong, since Sam has started organizing hunters things have gotten a lot better but it sounds like there's some serious skeletons in your closets. The type of skeletons that can wipe out large groups of people. If I'm going to keep working with you, I want to know what I'm attaching myself to. Deal?"

We didn't have a lot of choice on this, we needed Gerald. Sam gave me a small nod, "Deal," I said.

"Good. I'll back you with the others when it gets hairy, which it will before this little shindig is over."

"Thanks."

Two down, eight to go.