Unforgiven Part 2

Roy had Sam, Dean, and Angela trapped in webbing.

"You got to admit, I look good, Sam," Roy smirked. "Well, except for your little souvenir." He added, pointing to his forehead, where there was a bullet sized scar.

"You win," Sam replied. "I'm here. Let Brenna go. This has nothing to do with her."

Roy shook his head. "You come back around, start hanging out with my wife, and you think this has nothing to do with her?" He asked. "But then…you thought I was out of the way, right? I got to say, you get a hell of a lot wrong, Sam, like that thing you threw me to." He added. "You thought it was here to feed."

"She was here to breed." Sam realized.

"Yeah." Roy nodded. "That thing was playing the mating game, and I guess I fit her profile…Me and all those other poor bastards. She bit us to turn us into what she was." He explained. "By the time you pulled that trigger, I wasn't human. Not anymore. So bullets didn't hurt me much. Oh, and neither did fire. So, after you left, well, we ran. Me—I hid for months, nearly starved." He added. "But you know what kept me going? Every night, I dreamed about ripping your throat out. I thought I was sending you a neon sign. The text? Taking all those girls you screwed? I was kicking so much sand in your eye, I couldn't figure out why you weren't getting it!" He exclaimed. "Then Bren tells me you've got brain damage. It's just too good."

"Where are they, Roy…the women?" Sam asked calmly.

"Scattered…In the wind." Roy smirked evilly. "They're like me now. You killed one monster, you made so many more. Congratulations. The only question is, do I kill you…Or turn you?"

Dean finally cut himself free with a glass shard, and he attacked Roy. Roy threw Dean, and then picked him up by the throat.

"No!" Brenna yelled. "Roy, stop!" She begged as she ran over to free Sam and Angela.

Once he was freed, Sam grabbed his machete and decapitated Roy.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela stood outside of Brenna's house. Brenna stood right outside the door, tear streaks evident on her face.

"Brenna…" Sam trailed off. "Look, I am so sorry." He said sincerely. "Brenna, I-I mean, I…"

Brenna opened the door and walked into her house. She closed the door without even turning back to look at Sam. Sam's shoulders sagged, and he sighed deeply.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were back at the abandoned house. Sam was sat on a chair and Angela stood behind him, combing her fingers through his hair.

"You okay?" She asked softly.

"You guys were right," Sam answered grimly. "We shouldn't have come back here."

"Look at the bright side," Dean started. "You did kill uh…spiderman." He shrugged.

Sam sent Dean his signature bitch face. "So, you're suggesting what I did back there was a good thing?"

Dean sighed. "I'm just saying—

"What?" Sam cut him off.

Angela sighed from behind Sam. "Baby, you…you have to understand that all that crap last year—all of it—none of it was you."

Sam stood up and turned to face Angela. "Let's be crystal clear, okay?" He replied. "It was me. It was me who fed Roy to the Arachne, it was me who fed Dean to that vampire, and it was me that almost killed you, Angela!"

Angela clenched her jaw slightly and she folded her arms across her chest. "I refuse to believe that." She replied. "I-It was a version of you, but it was a version that was missing the most important part." She added. "Can you honestly tell me that you would knowingly hurt me now that you have your soul?"

Sam paused for a few moments and studied Angela. "I would never knowingly hurt you. Not after all the crap I've put you through."

"And do you care about me? Do you love me?" Angela asked.

Sam nodded and walked closer to her. "Of course. When I saw you in that hospital bed…my heart broke. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

Angela took his hands in hers and smiled softly. "Exactly." She murmured. "So, that guy who didn't have a soul? He wouldn't have said all that. He wasn't you, Sammy. You've got to believe me."

Sam paused and smiled a small smile. "What did I do to deserve you?" He murmured before he leaned down and kissed her softly.

Angela pulled away after a few moments. "Now that that's cleared up, can I get you anything?"

Sam snorted slightly. "What are you, my waitress?"

"She's just trying to make you feel better," Dean interjected. "Don't be a bitch."

Sam shook his head. "I'm fine." He assured.

Dean scoffed. "Yeah, you look fine." He replied sarcastically. "All we're saying is that everything's gonna be okay."

Sam sighed and looked between Dean and Angela. "I don't know. If I did this here, then who knows how many oth—

There was an audible thud as Sam dropped to the floor. Dean and Angela quickly knelt beside him.

"Sammy?" Angela asked as she gently took his face in her hands.

Sam's eyes were opened, but unseeing. He wasn't fully there.

"Sammy?!" Dean exclaimed. "Sammy, talk to us!"

Sam lied on the floor and memories of Hell started flashing through his mind. He remembered the Cage, the burning, the screaming…He was starting to remember it all…

A/N: Hey guys! So this chapter's a lot shorter than the other ones, I'm sorry about that. When I separate the episodes into two parts the first part is acts 1 and 2 and the second part is acts 3 and 4. Most of the time they turn out pretty even...Anyway! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, despite the fact that it's so short. Also, I'm almost done the French Mistake and I'm so excited for y'all to read it. :) Love y'all.

~Emily