It was funny though; I'd thought that throwing it all out there, or most of it anyway, to people I'm not all that close with would make me a lot more uncomfortable than I was. Fact was, I didn't really care either. That whole chapter of our lives was so far behind us now that anything these guys would say wouldn't make a damn difference anyway. If they wanted to bail or take us on for shit that happened ten years ago, that was up to them. Sam was right, we were both still kids in a lot of ways back then, not that age has anything to do with how you deal with being told you're vessels for two of the most powerful beings in existence.

Eight sets of eyes went way wide as they stared at Sam and tried to process what he'd just said. Gerald leaned heavily against the wall. Ruth, Star, Susan and Teresa's mouths were all hanging wide open. Sherm just started cussing under his breath again and Sarah didn't move a muscle. Mark's jaw was tight as hell.

"To sum up the rest of the story," Sam continued, "He came after us twice, second time he'd been turned into a vampire. I killed him. Years later another situation happened in which he stopped another incursion by a group of monsters that were bent on taking over the world called Leviathans. Dean got sucked into Purgatory, which is a real place, got out thanks to a vampire helping him and we thought it was all settled. At least until a few days ago. Now he's here and he has to be dealt with. We already agreed to tell Gerald, in full detail, our entire life history down to the last horrific detail, which there are a lot of. You all are free to listen in. In the meantime, are you helping us or not? Whether or not you help, you and every other hunter out there are being targeted. Make up your minds. The clock is ticking." He looked at me, "Rick in?"

"Yeah, we need to get those bullets out so he can heal up. Coyote and I will start on that."

"Good."

Coyote and I started to walk towards Rick when Ruth asked, "You're going to help him?"

"Yup," I answered, "My definition of monster has changed over the years. Used to be anything not human, then Sam and I got possessed, cursed and dealt with angels that tried to kill us and demons and vampires that saved our asses. It's not black and white. If they ain't hurting people, they ain't monsters. He's got kids. You want to go tell him you killed their Dad? Go for it."

Rick was close to unconscious, "Well at least he won't move much." I told Coyote as we started untangling him from the net.

"I put the first aid kit in Baby's trunk." Coyote said, "Added a few things to it too. Should be able to get those bullets out quick."

"All right," I got the kit, brought it back and started working on removing the bullets.

Sam gave them all a few minutes to think. I got the last bullet out and the wounds started to close on their own, Rick's breathing even out and some of the pain left his face. "Damn, perks of being a werewolf." I said as I used some bottled water to wash my hands off.

"Well?" Sam asked. "In or out?"

I'd chosen to ignore the group while working on Rick, none of them tried to kill us so that was a good sign. Now that I was done playing doctor I looked at them. Gerald and Sherm still seemed okay with helping, Susan and Teresa's faces were near impossible to read, Sarah's head was lowered so I couldn't see her face, Ruth and Star had walked to the back of the barn and were having a heated conversation from the looks of it.

"In." Teresa said.

Susan nodded, "Me too."

Sarah raised her head, conflicted was too simple of a term to describe how she looked. "Part of me wants to blame you for what happened to Tom, but..." She sighed, "How could you know that Gordon would come back? Tom used to say that hunting is all about hoping the next thing you hunt is something you know how to handle, not something you've never seen before. None of us would know how to handle what you say you've been through, or what's going on with the monsters now. You've always tried to protect people, you're still doing that. I'm in."

Sam and I both breathed a huge sigh of relief at that one. If she wasn't in it would probably make the others less likely to want to join us. Ruth threw her hands up and stormed towards us, "I'm with Sean. I won't take out Rick, not now anyway, but I'll never work with monsters. I don't care what kind of fucked up choices you had to deal with, you have to draw a line somewhere!"

Have to say I wasn't really going to miss her. At least she didn't kick up gravel when she drove off.

Mark had been alternating between grinding his teeth and clenching his fists. "I always blew off those rumors. Thought you two were too smart to be that dumb. Guess I was wrong. I'm out." He walked off.

Star joined us, "I'm in, for now. If we find out there's no monster conspiracy to kill us, then I'm out. You made your beds, you lie in them. Don't expect us to save your hides from some vampire that supposedly returned from the dead."

"Fair enough," Sam replied.

I guess bringing up the three or four times Sam and I had saved her ass in the past would be bad form. Star's good, but she used to be impulsive, would never take the time to really talk to people about what they'd seen so tended to go in with a set notion in her head about what was going on. Course, years ago I never really minded helping her out. She's got that dancer body, long blonde hair and these really cool blue-gold eyes. We had some good times. Seven out of ten was a lot better than I'd thought we get. I half expected to be dodging bullets before this whole meeting was over.

"All right, Dean and I are going to focus on finding Gordon. We don't want any of you to get involved with that fight if at all possible. We think they are setting hunts to try trap hunters and take them out. What we need is to turn the tables on them."

"Bait hunters," Sarah said.

"In essence yes. We need you to work in larger groups, try to trap them before they trap you and get information. Problem is we aren't sure which hunts are which or how many monsters really know what's going on. I have someone trying to locate some of the monsters we saw a few days ago that seem to be actively involved. If there is a hunt near where they are, those are probably the ones to go on."

"All that's fine and dandy," Sherm said, "But how are we going to keep other hunters off the grid. You know they won't sit things out for more than a day or two."

"Yeah," I said, "We were hoping if you guys backed us up on the need to sit tight, they might wait a few days. Sam and I are hoping to get Gordon and fast, make him talk and end this within a week or two."

That shocked them. Susan snorted, "You want to take out this whole thing in a week?"

"Won't be the first nearly impossible thing we took on," I countered. "Besides, I like to have goals. Keeps me motivated."

She tried to fight it but ended up chuckling, so did Teresa, "Well your ego sure as hell hasn't gotten any smaller over the years."

I smiled, "It's one of my best features."

"It's certainly a feature, not sure if best is an accurate term," Coyote chimed in. I wasn't quite sure if she was insulting or complimenting me. I decided to take it as a positive statement, at least in my head.

That seemed to lighten things up a little bit, the air in the barn didn't need a chainsaw to cut the tension anymore, just a machete.

"We'll help settle down the masses," Gerald said, "In the meantime, what are we doing?"

"For now, stay off the email regarding any of the plans." Sam directed, "Actual calls only, it will slow things down but phones and laptops get stolen. We will send out regular emails, maybe even some misdirection, just in case Gordon is using Shayna's phone. I'm sure you noticed he sent that vid from her email account. As soon as we get a lock on where some of these people are we'll let you know so you can go check it out. When you find one of them, track them first. Information is more important than killing them right now. Do what you have to to get it, just make sure you don't get killed in the process."

They all nodded, "I'll take Rick with me." Gerald offered, "I trust him."

"I'll go with them," Sherm said.

Star surprised me, "I'll go with them too."

"Guess that leaves us three," Sarah said. "We'll team up."

I wouldn't want to be the monster that crossed paths with Sarah right now, especially since she was being backed by two of the better hunters I know, Susan and Teresa.

"All right." I said, "You guys find places to crash, split the two groups between different hotels. Keep your head down. Check the boards for jobs in Oklahoma or anywhere close to that that seem off. Let us know before you take off. As soon as we get locks on some other places we'll clue you in."

They all nodded. Gerald helped Rick get vertical and to his car again. Then the rest got in their cars and headed off. Once the last one was out of sight the tension in my shoulders made me notice just how keyed up I'd been. Sam blew a long breath out, ran his hand over his face and leaned against the wall. "That was close."

"I need a drink or five."

Coyote was still staring at where all the cars had just been, "I hope Rick calls his wife and tells them to move, now. We just killed him and possibly her as well. The wrong person finds out about that and they'll take out the whole family just to prove a point."

"Shit!" I'd forgotten to give him Krissy's number. "Sam, send him Krissy's number. She can help relocate them, remind him to give her my number too. He told me he had money stashed away, figured this would happen sooner or later. Hon, I told him we'd help his family if it came to it."

"Got it," she said, didn't even question it.

Sam pulled his phone out and started texting as Oliver and Roy walked up. Neither of them looked happy.

"I see why you wanted us," Oliver said, "Not exactly team players are they?"

"Or stable." Roy added. "You two are damn lucky that didn't blow up in your faces." Roy was getting more assertive it seemed.

"Hunters aren't known for tolerance or understanding in the best of times," Sam pointed out, "Finding out that two of their own unleashed Lucifer and have trafficked with the epitome of evil isn't liable to change that. I'm just happy we survived."

"Yeah, me too. Now what?"

"Back to the Bunker, check for leads and wait for Dig and Cas to check in."

"I think I'll stop by the store on the way," I said, "I need something stronger than what you have." Sam didn't drink as much as I did, not that I'd been drinking a lot this last year but this whole meeting just changed all that. I needed something dark, strong and old. Nice thing about making a lot more money, I could finally afford the better brands. "I'll see you in a few."

Coyote and I got into Baby, my hands were clammy as I gripped the wheel. People knew now. Word would travel, all those half whispered stories would all come back again. Gordon wasn't the only one who'd thought we'd deserved to die. I just hoped to hell that the fact that billions of people hadn't died would be taken into account, but as Sam said, hunters and tolerance don't usually go together.