We packed what little shit we'd unpacked, loaded up and took off. "Call Dig, conference in Felicity and Oliver." I said once we were about twenty minutes out. Coyote was riding in the back of Baby, Roy and Oliver were following and Dig was still following our new friends. Sam got all of them on the phone.

"Felicity, any chance you can eye in the sky on where you're sending us and give us an idea of what type of terrain we're looking at?" I asked.

"Already did," she replied, "It's a side road, not very well traveled, two lanes, goes through a pretty dense forested area. There's a large curve that Gerald and the rest can wait on the other side of so the monsters won't see him until they are right on top of him."

That was impressive and kind of scary. "Wow, nice spot. Didn't know Google Earth covered all that rural territory in Oklahoma."

"It doesn't."

"Uh, oh." I loved how she talked about hacking into government or privately owned satellites like Sam and I talked about breaking into a house, like it was no big deal. You know, just a normal day at the office. "All right then. Dig? What are we looking at car wise?"

"Four, two newer Impalas and two Elantras. So far they're still keeping en route to our rendezvous spot."

"Felicity, is there an alternate route Oliver can take that gets him there before Gerald does? I'd like to get he and Roy set up as back up so they don't spot him."

He can head straight there while you meet up with the bad guys. Give me Gerald's phone number and I can track it, see which way he's taking. That way I can route Oliver better."

"213-445-7652," Sam rattled off.

"Got it," she said. We heard keys clicking, then a few seconds later, "I see him. Hold on." A few more clicks, "Got a route. Oliver? I'll send it to your phone."

"Thanks," Oliver replied.

"Okay, just to make sure everyone's on the same page," I was saying this as much for me as for them. There were a hell of a lot more moving parts going on than I was used to dealing with, "As things stand now, Sam and I are getting in front of these assholes, showing them Baby's hot ass and getting them to chase us. Gerald and his crew will be there with shotguns loaded. Oliver and Roy, I want you to hold back unless things go sideways. Hang out in the woods. You're our trump card, same with Dig and Cas. Dig, once they're on me, pull back from the chase. Get a few miles behind them, Oliver will tell you if we need you. In theory, Gerald and friends should be able to take most of the vamps out on the first pass. The werewolves will be trickier since the shells are useless. Sam and I will try to take them down as soon as they get out. They should be easy to tell a part, they won't react if they get hit with the shells. Gerald was told to stick with the shotguns until all the vamps are down. They should should have enough shells left, we still have some too. Once all the bad guys are down, we're grabbing all their damn phones and having Felicity hack them. That should tell us everything we need to know. Any questions?"

"Dean," Roy spoke up, "Oliver and I grabbed some of that vamp killing crap, we can dip arrowheads in it if need be. Sorry, forgot to mention that earlier."

"Good thinking. Keep it handy. We don't know if this is the only group showing up to the dance. Anything else?"

"I still think I should be there helping you," Cas said. "They can't hurt or turn me."

He had a point but there was more at play here then he knew, we hadn't really had a chance to explain it to him. Well, we had time now. "Cas, remember how we acted when you first showed up?"

"Yes."

"All right, now take that and times it by about ten. We just confirmed the existence of Purgatory for these guys, having an angel showing up right in the middle of a battle with vamps will confuse the hell out of them. A few of them haven't even seen a demon up close. We're walking a fine enough line as it is letting them know that we started the Apocalypse. We don't need to give them more reason to have issues with Sam and I."

"I would think seeing an angel helping them, perhaps even healing their wounds would positively influence their opinions about you, not make them distrust you even more," he said.

"Cas," Sam jumped in, "It may do that in the end, but you don't kill things the way they're used to seeing. Hunters can adapt to a lot of things but a man killing something just by touching it's head, not to mention the light pouring from them and their eyes burning out of their heads before they die would be a distraction right now. Not a help. They'd more than likely start shooting at you instead of the vampires. We really don't have the time right now to explain what you are and why we know you. If you have to jump in and save our asses we'll deal with it then."

"Then there would be the whole question as to why, if we've known you for years, we haven't had you helping hunters this whole time." I added.

"I see," Cas replied, "I shall wait to assist you then."

"Thanks," I said, "Anyone else?" No one spoke up. "All right, see you all in an hour or so. Let's all hope that nothing us changes between now and then."

Everyone hung up. "Sam? You're sure Gerald's on the same page here?"

"Yeah. You want to call and check with him again though?"

"No. He's going to have a shit ton of questions when we're done with this, they all are. Like how the hell we know where to meet these vamps. Why haven't you clued them into Felicity?"

I glanced into the rear view mirror, Coyote looked fine but her eyes were on focused on Sam. She'd been probably wondering that too.

Sam kept his eyes facing front, "Because they didn't need to know. I haven't told them about the Bunker either."

"Well, that makes sense, but she's.."

"She's taking enough risks working with Oliver as it is," he interrupted, "They don't need to know her name or what she does. She works her ass off already. If hunters knew what she could do they'd be bombarding her with requests for help and she'd do it, she'd stop sleeping and would probably eat less than she does now. No, they don't need access to her." There wasn't an inch of give in his voice, not one inch. It was also pretty damn obvious that that wasn't the only reason he didn't want hunters to know. He was scared shitless that something else might find out who she was and take her out. I couldn't really blame him but all of this was going to make it damn difficult for these other guys to trust him again. He might end up being on his own with Roy and the last year's worth of work going down the tubes. Course, no one could have seen this coming.

"If I have to," he continued, "I'll tell them I hacked into the satellites. They already think I'm some sort of superhacker as it is. We have bigger things to worry about anyway."

"Right, first things first I guess. Kill bad guys, deal with fallout afterwards."

"I just hope we have enough shells," Coyote, ever the practical one, said.

"Cheery thought, thanks darlin'."

I looked in the rear view and saw a grim smile on her face, "Just pointing out the important things."

The rest of the hour or so drive was pretty damn quiet. Sam's phone rang, "Felicity," he said before he answered. "Status? You're on speaker," He asked as he put her on speaker phone.

"Dean, next off ramp, get off and double back," She ordered, not a hint of panic or worry in her voice. "They'll be right in front of you. As soon as you get behind them Dig is fading back. Oliver and Roy are there already, confirmed the location is clear. I'm taking you a slightly longer way, Gerald will be there in thirty minutes. You should call him to confirm, just to keep the act up. If something happens before you get to Gerald, Dig will back you up."

"All right, here we go." I said,"Everyone strapped in and ready?" Sam and Coyote both nodded. "Thanks Felicity, couldn't have done this without you."

"You're welcome." That's when her sense of calm slipped, "Don't get killed."

"Not planning on it, we'll get Oliver back to you in one piece. My word."

"Not just worried about him," she replied. "All of you, one piece. Understood?"

"I never argue with a woman who can hack satellites," I told her, "You may just drop one on me somehow."

"I can do that, just so you know."

"Coyote?" I said, "Think we may just be moving back into the Bunker now."

"Won't save you," Felicity chose to add, "The speed a satellite falls, think crater."

Well that was comforting.

"Standing by to guide you," she said.

I got off the freeway, double backed and got back on the freeway just as Dig's rental drove by, damn she's good. Dig had texted us descriptions for all the cars he'd been following but they weren't too hard to spot. They were in a line, flying down the carpool lane. Fortunately traffic was light, I pushed the accelerator down and pulled up next to them.

"Vamps." Coyote confirmed. "And shutting those perceptions back down."

"Let's knock, shall we." Sam handed me a shotgun, the passenger on the car I was keeping pace with picked just that moment to turn his head. He had long brown hair tied back into a pony tail, his eyes went wide with surprise which turned to hate pretty damn fast. Then he flashed his fangs at me. I decided to not shoot the window out, too many people around so I went with being a jackass. I winked, waved the shotgun at him and gunned the engine.

"Go!" I told Felicity.

"Two miles down, Madison off ramp," she instantly replied, "Get off turn right. Don't worry about the light."

"On it." I darted around three cars, cut in front of a fourth and made it to the far right lane. The monsters had slammed on their brakes and pulled off some damn slick driving to follow me. They were driving higher end Mazdas, which meant the handled a lot better than Baby. I really, really needed to upgrade her suspension.

"Felicity. Rough idea of the road between here and there," I said as I banked tight right, barely making the turn off the ramp to the surface street. The stoplight had been green. Coincidence? Probably not.

"Straight, two slight turns, you should be able to get some ground on them. Dig told me the make and models they're driving, you have higher top end speed. I suggest you use it."

"Yes ma'am," I shot back and floored it. I just hoped to hell no cops or cross traffic popped up.

"Go fifteen miles," she continued, "Turn right at Samson road. It dead ends after three miles. Oliver's in the woods, Gerald will be waiting."

I took a quick look behind me, "Got it." I'd gained some ground on them but I knew I'd lose it on the turns. "One of you guys need to give them something to think about."

"Sounds like fun," Coyote answered with a huge ass grin on her face. She'd always been a bit of adrenaline junkie back when we hunted, course, I'd been one too. She pulled out her .45, leaned out the window and hit the lead car's windshield twice. The car swerved, vamp or not you get hit with a .45 bullet you jerk a bit and at that speed, a bit was all it took to lose control. The car behind that one dodged around it, far too easily for my liking. The remaining two slowed down to clear it. None of them wrecked though, damn it.

"Keep it up. Wait, those aren't silver bullets are they?"

She shot me a scowl, "Seriously? Do I look like a newbie to you?"

"Right, dumb question."

"Damn straight," she muttered the started shooting again.

Sam joined in but after the second round of shots the vamps just ignored the hits and kept on coming. We couldn't take out engines or tires because we had to get them to Gerald to finish them off. Thankfully they didn't seem to have guns.

"Dean," Coyote said, "They seem to be talking on their cells, one of them cleared away the broken windshield."

"Not good." The only reason you talk on a phone in the middle of a chase is if you're coordinating something.

"Two miles." Felicity's voice cracked like a whip.

I had to time this right. Two miles goes quick when you're pushing close to top speed with a 350 engine, "Hold the hell on." I warned them about thirty seconds before I locked the brakes up and threw her into as deep a slide as I could without rolling her. I know Baby like the back of my own hand. I know how her tires grip, exactly when she'll start to break loose and just how far I can push her. Baby didn't fail me, she never had and she never would. She let me guide her right down the center of that turn like it was day in the park for her, not the last minute 90 degree drift I had to pull off. As I straightened her out again I risked a look in the mirror, that's when I finally gave into my inner adrenaline junkie. "Fuckers! Vamp reactions ain't got shit on Baby and I! Take that assholes!"

Sam and Coyote jerked their heads around, Sam actually started screaming, "Hell fuckin' yeah! Go Dean, Go!"

And Coyote, well, if we weren't being chased by vamps and Sam hadn't been with us, I would have been hopping over the front seat and throwing clothes off. She was loving it. I'd seen her love a lot of things I'd done over the last year, and, judging by the look on her face, this was ranking in her top ten. Which was giving me some ideas that I really didn't need to be focusing on at the moment.

Two cars had completely missed the turn, one had sideswiped a tree and the last one was dodging around the others and trying to catch back up. Yeah, good luck with that shit. We blasted down the last stretch of road, I spotted the other hunters lined up along the street. They were using their cars for cover, which was a pretty smart idea. We rocketed by, I slammed on the brakes again and the three of us bolted out of the doors just as the roar of a shit ton of shotguns being fired ripped the air to shreds.

Hunters, in general, are better than average shots and none of them were aiming for the body of the cars, they aimed for windows. I hadn't heard that much glass shatter in a long, long time. They'd waited till the other two cars had gotten caught up with the one that hadn't lost it on the turn and went to town. If I didn't know better I'd say the shotguns were on full auto with as fast as they fired. That's what it sounded like anyway. Sam, Coyote and I joined in just as the first car lost control and slammed into Susan's car. Susan and Teresa jumped out of the way just as her car got shoved back a few feet.

We made it through the first ten seconds, then the screams started, and it was beyond deafening. Sam said he had warned them about the vamps reactions to the stuff but there was no real way to prepare any of us for the intensity of it. One screaming had made me think my eardrums were going to rupture, five or six vamps going off all at the same time had me fearing for my brain. I was pretty damn sure it was going to explode out of my head.

The firing slowed down as we all tried to fight through the pain. I managed to keep my eyes open enough to see two guys get out of the shattered remains of the three cars in front of us as the car that had sideswiped the tree started coming towards us. Those two had to be werewolves given the fact that they were pulling nails out of their arms, not convulsing on the ground and smoking like the rest of them were. They growled, leapt over Gerald's hood and went straight for him and Rick.

"Traitor!" One of them shouted as his claws took Rick in the chest. Rick rolled with it, changed into wolf mode mid roll, and went to town on the guy's face and neck as they landed on the ground.

Gerald dropped his shotgun while lunging back and drawing his gun. The werewolf dodged as Gerald fired, the bullet missed, the werewolf didn't and his claws raked along Gerald's right arm, making him lose the gun.

"No!" Rick screamed. Sam and I switched the shotguns to our off hands, yanked out our guns and were about ready to light the wolf up when Rick broke the neck of the wolf on top of him, shoved him off and barreled into the one attacking Rick.

The last car pulled up, the hunters had gotten distracted by the werewolf battle. "Shotguns now!" Coyote ordered, then started firing again.

Sam and I bolted towards the wolf battle in case Rick didn't come out on top. Sam got to Gerald right before I did and pulled him out of the line of fire. "Stay down!" He ordered as he shoved Gerald closer to the trees.

Rick and the other wolf snarled and clawed at each other, blood flowing from at least a dozen claw marks along their backs and faces. The other wolf was a big guy with short black hair and a bunch of tribal tattoos going down both arms. He finally slipped Rick's hold, sat up and aimed his claws straight at Rick's heart. "Die like your hunter friends will." The guy snarled.

Rick's answer came in the form of a knife blade straight through the guys chest. "Not fucking likely." Rick apparently kept knives up his sleeve and the guy leaning back had given him just enough time to get one in his hand. The wolf stiffened and slumped over just as the last vampire stopped screaming. Rick got up and looked at me, "Gerald?"

"He's okay, back by the trees. Sam shoved him out of the way of any crossfire. Nice job."

He relaxed and the claws and fangs receded, "Just another day at the office." Then he spotted Gerald and went to check on him.

I took a look at the carnage, there were smoking bodies and trashed cars everywhere. I didn't see any more injured hunters but figured I'd check, "Everyone still in one piece?"

They all nodded, no one said anything though, they were too busy trying to process what was in front of us. If it hadn't been for the bullets, things would have been a hell of a lot more grim. That many monsters would have easily taken out at least half of us. I was two seconds away from telling people we should head out when I heard Sam, Coyote's and my phones all go off at once. Yeah, that couldn't be good.

I took mine out of my pocket, it was a text from Felicity. "Four more cars just headed your way. Just spotted them. Can't tell how many people. You have five minutes before they get there, they're moving fast."

Fuck! "Guys! How many rounds we have left?"

All eyes turned to me, "I think that was all of them." Teresa said. The rest nodded. Shit.