And Then There Were None Part 1

"I've been getting blasts from hunters all week," Bobby said as he circled points on a map with a red marker. "Nest of vamps. Werewolf dance party. Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord."

Dean's brows furrowed as he studied the points that were circled. "Is it just me, or is that a straight kick-line down I-80?"

"Exactly," Bobby replied.

"Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash," Dean commented.

"Yeah, but where are they marching to?" Angela asked with a shrug.

Bobby circled another point on the map.

Sam looked at the map and then at Bobby. "What is it?" Sam asked curiously.

"Guy bashes in his family's heads," Bobby answered.

Sam, Dean, and Angela shared a curious look between each other.

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Rick stared at the table he was handcuffed to. "It's like I told the cops. I blacked out."

"Well, just tell us what you do remember," Angela replied gently.

Rick shrugged weakly. "Driving my regular route, and then I-I woke up in my truck at work."

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. "And where's work?"

Rick glanced at Sam and the focused back on the table. "Starlight Cannery." He answered. "I-I didn't remember how I got there…So I called home." He explained. "When no one picked up…I-I went there, and I found…" He trailed off, his voice wavering.

Bobby was leaning against a nearby desk. "Anything unusual before you blacked out?" He asked, causing Rick to just shake his head. "Sights, smells, anything off the routine?" Bobby pressed.

Rick shook his head and sniffled. "No. Basic night." His voice cracked. "I was giving some kid from the truck stop a ride." He remembered vaguely. "She took off. I-I think she took off."

"Anything else?" Dean asked.

Rick looked up and the hunters with tears in his eyes and shook his head. "I swear—I didn't mean to do it." He cried. "I-I loved them."

Angela nodded. "We're going to do everything in our power to find out what happened, Rick." She replied gently. "You have my word."

~/~\~

Sam was rapidly typing on a computer keyboard. Dean and Angela sat on either side of him and Bobby stood behind the three hunters.

Dean looked at the computer screen in confusion. "So, demon possession or ghosts?" He raised a brow. "I thought this was a monster thing."

"Alright, here we go," Sam said when he found something. They all watched the security camera footage of the night Rick had picked up the hitchhiker. "Truck-stop, the night of the murders."

Dean pointed as they watched the footage. "That's him." He noted. He shifted when he saw Eve approach Rick. "Hmm…Hello."

Sam paused the camera while Even was facing it and her face was grotesque and distorted.

Angela frowned deeply. "What the hell is that?"

"Bobby?" Sam asked, still staring at the computer screen.

Bobby leaned forward to get a better look. "I've never seen that in my life." He replied. "All those vamps and ghouls out on I-80—maybe they're coming in for Mother's Day."

Dean sighed deeply and stood up, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket. "Um…Okay, well, if that is big mama—whatever she is, we got zero on ganking her." Dean replied. "So, what are we gonna do if we run into her? Throw salt and hope?"

Bobby shook his head. "No, we're gonna turn tail and run, because we're in over our heads." He said seriously.

Dean pursed his lips. "I mean, we better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her."

A blond officer quickly hung up the phone and looked at his colleagues. "Hey, let's go." He commanded before he quickly got up and started walking.

Angela stood up and stopped him. "Officer, uh, what's the ruckus?"

"A guy just went postal down at the Cannery." The officer replied.

"Okay," Bobby said, looking at the three hunters. "I'll go. You three finish here."

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were at the Cannery grabbing some supplies from the Impala. They all looked up when the heard a car pulling up and they grinned when Bobby and Rufus stepped out.

"I don't even know why you have a driver's license," Rufus muttered.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Dean smirked.

"It really is good to see you, Rufus." Sam smiled.

"I can believe it," Rufus replied. "It must get old dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourself." He jerked his thumb at Bobby.

"Is it that obvious?" Angela teased as Rufus pulled her into a hug.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Why don't you four get a room?"

"Alright, we all pack a snack?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"Let's see what we can see," Dean instructed.

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They all walked into the Cannery with their flashlights on. So far there was nothing unusual in the building. They took the elevator down to the storage level and saw something move. The door opened, and Gwen stepped out, flinching at the flashlights being in her face.

"Gwen?" Dean asked, not really believing it was her.

"Dean." She replied.

Samuel appeared behind her, and Angela stalked towards him with her gun raised.

"Welcome to next time." Angela snarled, pointing the gun at his head.

Sam grabbed Angela and lowered her arm. "No, no, no, no! Hold on, Angie!"

Angela looked at Sam, her jaw clenched in anger. "I said I'd kill him!"

"Look, just a second." Sam tried to calm her down.

"I take it you know each other," Rufus interjected.

"He's our grandfather," Dean said, glaring at Samuel.

"Oh," Rufus replied. "Somebody needs a hug…" He glanced at Angela.

"Why are you here?" Bobby asked suspiciously.

"We're working," Samuel replied. "You?"

"None of your damn business!" Angela snapped angrily.

"Sam, take Angie for a walk," Bobby instructed.

Angela looked over at Bobby, her brows furrowed. "You got to be kidding me."

"Look, Angie, it's fine," Sam said gently.

Angela looked up at Sam. "How? How is it fine?"

Sam sighed and gently led her out of the room. Angela eventually turned her back on Samuel and pushed the door open. She rounded on Sam, glaring.

"What is wrong with you?" Angela seethed.

"Look, maybe he knows something, Angie." Sam rationalized.

"You don't remember what he did," Angela replied. "I do, Sam."

"I know." Sam nodded. "I'm not saying don't. I'm saying not yet. Please, baby."

Angela looked over Sam's shoulder at Samuel, her jaw clenched in anger. She looked back at Sam and turned on her heels, storming off.

"Baby, come on…" Sam sighed, starting to follow her.

"I need some air, Sam!" She snapped.

Sam sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He reluctantly re-entered the room.

"So…You're Samuel." Bobby said.

Samuel looked Bobby over and smirked slightly. "You must be the guy pretending to be their father."

Bobby narrowed his eyes at Samuel. "Well, somebody ought to."

"Dean." Samuel greeted. He looked at Sam and paused. "Sam. You're looking well."

"Save the small talk, alright?" Sam replied bluntly.

Samuel's brows furrowed slightly. "You seem different."

"I got my soul back," Sam replied. "No thanks to you, I hear."

"You hear?" Samuel asked, slightly confused. "You don't remember." He realized.

"I remember enough," Sam replied.

"I, uh, really hate to break up this little circle of love, but why don't we talk shop, huh?" Rufus interjected. "How about you tell us what it is you're hunting?"

Samuel paused for a few moments, shooting a quick glance at Gwen. "A creature from Purgatory. She calls herself Eve."

Samuel sat on a nearby table. "Yep. They call her mother." He replied. "She was here about 10,000 years ago. Every freak that walks the face of the earth can be traced back to her. And she's back."

"How the hell do you know all this?" Bobby asked skeptically.

Samuel scoffed slightly. "You don't know half the things that I know, kid. Hell, until recently, you didn't even know about us."

"I now know that you'd throw your own kin to hungry ghouls," Bobby replied. "I think I know enough."

Gwen frowned and looked at Samuel. "You what?"

"Dean and Angela lied to the man." Samuel snapped.

Dean shook his head in disbelief. "You son of a bitch…"

Gwen looked at Dean, her brows furrowed. "Is it true?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "But hell, ask Angie if you don't believe me."

Gwen shot Samuel a look and nodded. "Good idea." She muttered. Gwen exited the room and approached Angela. "Angela. Is it true?"

Angela's brows furrowed. "What?"

Gwen pursed her lips. "Did Samuel really try to—

"Kill me and Dean?" Angela interrupted. "Yes. He didn't even blink. That's the guy you're rolling with."

"He didn't tell me anything about that," Gwen replied honestly. "I didn't know."

"I know. I believe you." Angela replied. "Um, honestly, there's something I need to tell you."

"What?" Gwen asked curiously.

Angela pulled out her gun and shot Gwen in the heart, causing her to fall backwards.

From inside the room, the others heard the shot and ran outside. Sam checked for Gwen's pulse, and the stood back up to look for Angela.

"Angie!" Sam called out. "Angie, come on!"

"See if you can plug that hole up, Bobby," Rufus instructed.

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Rufus attempted CPR chest compression on Gwen, while Sam and Dean searched for Angela.

"Come on, girl!" Rufus exclaimed. "Come on! Come one! Come on!"

Bobby sighed deeply and shook his head. "She's gone."

Rufus stopped the chest compressions. "Ah, dammit." He sighed.

Bobby looked up at Samuel. "I'm sorry…If you care."

Samuel glared at Bobby. "Screw you. I care."

Sam and Dean came back, shaking their heads.

"Is she, uh…" Sam trailed off. The lack of a reply gave him his answer. He sighed deeply.

"Where's Angela?" Rufus asked.

"We couldn't find her," Dean replied. "Whatever got into those guys must have gotten into Angie."

Bobby stood up and wiped his hands on a rag. "Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere." He instructed. "Sam, Dean, and I will lock down here. We're gonna want to find Angie before she finds us."

Samuel just stood there quietly, his jaw clenched in anger.

Sam looked at Samuel intensely. "We're gonna find her alive, Samuel." He said seriously. "Or I'm gonna put a bullet in your head."

Sam, Bobby, and Dean walked through the Cannery, locking the doors. Sam sighed when a rat scurried past them. He dialed Angela's number and then heard it ring.

Rufus spotted Angela with her gun raised. Rufus raised his gun as well. "Angela, put that damn thing down." He instructed as Samuel ran over, aiming his gun at her. "Angela put it down," Rufus repeated.

Angela held her gun tightly and aimed it Samuel. "You're the least of my worries right now, Rufus."

Sam, Dean, and Bobby entered the room and Sam ran towards Angela.

"Hey, hey, hey," Sam said gently. "Baby, put the gun down."

Bobby looked at Rufus and Angela. "Okay, both of you."

"Both of us, my ass." Rufus retorted.

"I'm not in the mood," Angela replied. "I just had a 12-inch…thing crawl out my ear!"

Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Angela looked up at Sam. "You heard me. I just woke up on the ground, just in time to see this—this worm thing sliding out of my damn ear into that vent! So please, tell me what the hell is going on!"

Samuel kept his gun trained on Angela. "You killed Gwen. That's what's going on."

Angela looked out Samuel, confusion clear on her face. She glanced at the floor and lowered her gun. "W-We were just talking out in the hallway…That's the last thing I remember." She replied honestly. "That thing must have jumped me."

"So, we're talking about, like, a monster that gets in you?" Bobby asked.

"It's like a Khan worm on steroids." Angela shrugged.

"Like a parasite." Dean nodded. "Something that took over your body."

"Worm crawls in you, worm crawls out," Angela replied.

"Monster possession?" Rufus raised a brow. "That's novel."

"Or that thing's still in you, and we can't trust a word that you're saying." Samuel scoffed.

Angela pointed her gun back at Samuel. "It's not!"

Bobby paused for a moment. "Check your ear, Angie."

Angela looked at Bobby like he was nuts. "What do you mean, check my ear? Check my ear for what?"

Rufus took a few tentative steps toward Angela and stuck his finger in her ear. Angela jumped slightly.

"Hey, what the hell?!" She snapped. "What? Why don't you buy me a drink first?"

Rufus examined his finger. "Second date. Oh, yeah, we're goo positive."

Angela looked at everyone, clearly wanting answers. "What does that mean? What does that mean?"

"That means it was in you, alright," Rufus replied.

"Or it still is." Samuel countered.

"It's not in me!" Angela yelled.

Bobby grabbed a bag from the wall. "Okay. Everybody give up your guns."

"What?" Samuel frowned.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, think about this for a second, Bobby," Rufus interjected.

"Bobby's right." Dean sighed. "We don't know who does or doesn't have that thing in 'em."

"It's not in me!" Angela repeated frantically.

"We're not saying it was," Bobby replied. "Point is, we don't know who it is. It could be any one of us. So, the best we can do…is to make it that much harder for that thing to blow our fool heads off." He added, putting his gun in the bag.

Sam, Dean, Angela, and Rufus put their guns in the bag as well. They all turned to look at Samuel, who was still holding his weapon.

"Are you waiting for a handwritten invite?" Dean raised a brow.

Samuel reluctantly gave up his gun. They went back into the room and locked their weapons in a locker.

Bobby turned back to face everyone. Sam held Angela close to him in a tight embrace.

"Okay," Bobby said. "We need some time to breathe, make a plan."

Samuel scoffed. "A plan? Based on?"

"I'm gonna make a few phone calls, see if anybody ever heard of anything like this," Bobby replied.

"Hmm." Rufus nodded. "Ditto. Got a few trees I can shake." He added as he pulled out his phone.

"Oh, balls, Allard," Bobby said into the speaker. "No, I told you that."

Rufus flipped his phone shut. "Dammit."

Samuel got up suddenly. Sam stepped in front of him to block his path.

"Relax," Samuel said. "Bathroom break. So, unless you want to hold it for me…" He trailed off. When no one replied Samuel walked out of the room.

Dean, Sam, and Angela looked at each other before they followed Samuel.

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Samuel came around a row of lockers and found Dean, Sam, and Angela waiting for him. He looked at the three other hunters and sighed.

"What?" Samuel asked.

"Nothing." Dean pursed his lips. "I'm just wondering how you sleep at night."

"Like a baby." Samuel shrugged. "Thanks for asking."

"You fed us to Crowley!" Angela interjected.

Samuel turned to look at her. "True, but what am I gonna do about it now? Do I blame you for wanting to kill me?" He asked. "Of course not. What I did was…But I'm not apologizing. I did what I did. I don't cry over spilled blood."

Sam scoffed slightly. "So, you really can just go on, like…"

Samuel let out a humorless laugh and looked at Sam, who was next to Angela. "Just because you're Dr. Jekyll at the moment doesn't mean you can get all high and mighty. Don't forget, we spent a year together."

"Yeah, we did." Sam nodded. "We're blood. And you still sold me out."

Samuel took a few steps towards Sam. "Trust me, what I did pales in comparison to what you did, and on more than one occasion."

Sam clenched his jaw slightly and nodded. "Alright, tell me what I did."

"No." Dean cut in. "Sam, come on." He went to stand in between Sam, Angela, and Samuel. "The only reason you're alive right now is because we're working a job," Dean told Samuel. "The minute we kill this thing…You're next."

"Okay, then," Samuel replied, his voice sounding a little too chipper. "We'll just see."

Dean noticed black goo coming from Samuel's ear, and Samuel pulled out his gun. Dean grabbed his arm and angled the gun upwards. Samuel fired, but missed. He shoved the three hunters against the lockers and bolted.

Bobby and Rufus ran in, clearly worried.

"I heard a shot," Bobby said.

"Samuel!" Dean exclaimed.

~/~\~

Dean, Sam, and Angela entered the room where their guns were stashed. Bobby had the bag on the table.

"We lost him." Angela sighed.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam asked as they all grabbed their guns.

"We stick together," Dean replied. We got to keep track of this thing, who it's in."

They searched the Cannery. Suddenly, Sam grabbed Dean and pulled him back. Dean, Bobby, Angela, and Rufus pointed their guns at Sam.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Sam held his hands up. "Hold on. Look." He shined his flashlight down, revealing a wireline.

Angela shined her flashlight to reveal a red bucket propped above them. "Booby trap," Angela said.

"I'll be damned," Bobby muttered.

They stepped over the trap carefully and continued the search. Suddenly, a door slid closed behind Sam and Angela, cutting them off from the rest of the group.

"Hey! Hey!" Dean yelled as the door slid closed.

"Whoa!" Sam exclaimed. "Dean!" He tried to pry open the door.

"Sam! Angie!" Dean banged on the door. "Dammit. Son of a bitch."

"Dean?" Angela called out.

"Angie!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam and Angela pulled their guns out. "We're gonna go around, okay?" Sam called out.

"Alright," Dean replied. "Watch yourselves."

"Yeah," Angela replied.

"Come on," Dean instructed Rufus and Bobby.

Sam and Angela spotted Samuel and raised their guns at him.

"Don't move!" Angela snapped.

"Sam. Angela," Samuel said as he stalked towards them.

"Put your gun down," Sam demanded.

"What are you gonna do, son?" Samuel challenged. "You're not gonna shoot me. You got your soul back. You gonna shoot your own family?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't go with the whole family thing," Sam warned. "Try again."

Samuel took a few steps closer. "Mary's still my daughter."

"We said don't move," Sam warned.

Samuel took another step closer. "You're still named after me…"

"Don't move!" Angela yelled.

Samuel ignored Angela and stalked towards Sam. "Appears to be our moment, Sam. You still want to know about your summer vacation? I'll tell you all about it. You're dying to know, huh?"

"Yeah, I am," Sam admitted.

"Well, then, let's just put these down and talk," Samuel replied as he walked closer.

"Stop!" Angela demanded.

"It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt you," Samuel promised.

Sam immediately shot Samuel in the middle of his head. The older man fell backwards, dead. Angela lowered her gun and quickly took Sam's free hand in hers.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I can't believe we have a little over 10 chapters left in this installment. I've also been brainstorming titles for the next installment and it's harder than I anticipated. Anyway, I'll let you know when I have it narrowed down to three choices. Anyway, don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback is so important :) Love y'all.

~Emily