And Then There Were None Part 2

Sam let go of Angela's hand and slowly walked towards Samuel's dead body. Soon, Dean came running in.

"Sam! Angie!" Dean exclaimed in relief. His eyes fell on Samuel and he frowned deeply.

Bobby and Rufus rushed in and Bobby sighed in relief. "Oh, thank God." He sighed. He noticed Samuel's dead body and looked at Sam. "Drop the gun, Sam."

Sam slowly put his gun down and put his hands up.

"It's not in him!" Angela defended.

"Okay. That's great, Angie." Rufus nodded. "But, uh, we're just gonna cuff him up till we can be sure, okay?"

"It's in him!" Sam gestured at Samuel.

"Are you sure?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Yeah, I think."

Rufus narrowed his eyes slightly. "Either of you see anything come out of him…After he dropped?"

Sam and Angela shared a quick look at each other.

"I-I don't know…" Angela replied. "It all happened so fast."

They took Samuel back into the room and swabbed his ears.

"Tell me you got something." Dean pleaded.

Bobby pulled the cotton swab out of Samuel's ear. He sighed and shook his head. "Nothing."

Sam's eyes widened. "What?" He asked. "So—so you mean he wasn't a monster when I ganked him?"

"One way to find out," Rufus interjected. "Bobby, you still got a cranial saw in the car?"

Bobby scoffed. "Of course."

"You're not going alone," Dean replied.

"Oh, no, he won't," Rufus assured. "He won't. We will both grab some tools and see about getting some power in this place. And I want you, you, and you to…" He gestured at the younger hunters. "Okay, I want Angie to…You know what? If anything crawls out of anybody, somebody step on it."

"Yeah, don't worry," Angela assured. "We'll watch each other."

"Yeah, right," Rufus muttered as he and Bobby exited the room.

There was a long pause between everyone after Bobby and Rufus left. Dean walked up to the table and looked at Sam.

"You did the right thing, you know," Dean commented.

Sam glanced at him. "You mean you think I did…if it's in him and I'm me. This thing's playing three-card monte with us."

Angela looked up at Sam. "Sammy, I was there with you. Samuel was coming at us and you did what you had to do. It's not in you."

"You guys want to take this off, then?" Sam asked, motioning with his bound wrists.

Dean shook his head. "Not till we get that sucker out of his walnut."

Sam nodded, understanding. "I don't know." He muttered. "I mean, I barely remember him, and what I do remember—it's not good. And what he did to us…But…"

Angela's brows furrowed. "There's a 'but'?"

Sam looked down at Angela and sighed deeply. "I mean, I just can't help but think…What would my mom say?" He shrugged weakly.

"I don't know your mom, Sammy, but…what I do know is that just because you're blood…that doesn't make you family." Angela replied softly. "You have to earn that title. Family loves you unconditionally even when you make mistakes." She explained. "Your family will do everything to protect you no matter what…"

Sam's lips upturned into a small, loving smile and he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Dean made a gagging noise, causing Sam and Angela to break apart and look at him. "Can't you two save the chick-flick moment for later?" Dean smirked slightly.

Angela rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're just jealous, Dean." She teased.

Dean let out a laugh and shook his head. He sobered up and looked at Sam. "She's right, though. Family runs deeper than blood."

Suddenly, the lights turned on and the three hunters looked around curiously. Bobby and Rufus came walking into the room.

"Well…Alright." Rufus sighed as he took the saw out of the bag. "Let's play operation."

Bobby looked at Sam, Dean, and Angela. "You three want to take a breather?"

"We're good," Dean replied rather harshly.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "We're about to crack open your grandpa's grapefruit. Take a breather."

Sam, Dean, and Angela reluctantly exited. Sam cast one last glance through the window before they walked off.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela frowned when they started hearing noises come from the other room. They ran to the door and frowned when they saw Samuel alive and kicking. He had a gash on his forehead from where Rufus tried to use the saw.

"Dean. Angie." Sam said.

Angela took out her knife and freed Sam's hands. Bobby threw Samuel against the frayed cabled and Samuel was electrocuted. The Kahn worm wriggled out of Samuel's ear and the three hunters stared in horror. They finally managed to kick the door open and they ran into the room.

Sam and Angela ran over to Bobby and Dean ran over to Rufus.

"Bobby, you okay?" Angela asked.

"Rufus. Rufus. Rufus." Dean said. "Hey, you alright? Wake up."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey." Sam helped Bobby up. "It's alright. We got you. Come on."

"Come on," Dean said as he helped Rufus up.

Rufus looked around. "This can't be my afterlife 'cause the four of you are here. What happened?"

"Well, when we left, he was dead on the table," Angela replied.

"Yeah, till he wasn't," Bobby muttered.

"So how did he get double dead?" Rufus asked.

"Bobby threw him against that." Dean pointed to the pole. "I guess it was a live wire. It shorted, and he went ape. Then that thing crawled out of his ear."

"At least we know what tickles it," Bobby said. "Electricity."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "Now the question is, where'd it go? You see?"

"No." Dean sighed.

Angela shook her head and pursed her lips. "Nope."

"You two were down for the count." Sam gestured to Rufus and Bobby.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Well, either it bailed or it's in either one of you."

"Or, it's in one of you." Rufus countered.

"No, we were awake," Angela replied.

"Did you have eyes on each other?" Rufus raised a brow.

"Yes," Angela replied.

"One hundred percent of the time?" Rufus clarified.

"Define one hundred…" Dean replied.

"Like I said," Rufus muttered.

"Alright, how about, uh, check for goo, right?" Sam suggested.

They all stuck their fingers in their ears.

Sam looked down at his fingers and shook his head. "Nothing."

"It might just be gone," Bobby said hopefully.

"No." Angela shook her head. "It might have wised up and covered its trail."

"Alright, let's settle this…one hundred percent," Sam said.

Dean's brows furrowed. "How?"

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Sam stripped the cable and Dean plugged it in.

"You're live," Dean said.

"Okay." Sam nodded. He tested the cable by putting it to the chair, causing it to crackle. "Alright." He muttered, holding the cable against Samuel. Nothing happened. "Yeah."

Rufus pursed his lips. "Okay. I'm not a Doctor, but I'm gonna go ahead and call this one."

"Yeah." Sam agreed. He looked at everyone. "Alright, who wants to go first?"

There was a long pause as everyone looked at each other. Finally, Angela shrugged off her jacket and held out her arm. "Alright, come on, let's do this."

Sam looked at her, eyebrows raised. "You sure, Angie?"

"Hurry up before I change my mind, Sammy." She replied. She clenched her jaw as Sam held the cable against her arm. "Son of a bitch…" She hissed in pain.

"Sorry, baby," Sam said softly, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before he shot Dean an expectant look.

Dean sighed and nodded. "Alright, get it over with." He said. Dean braced himself for the shock and jumped slightly when Sam held the cable to his arm. "Whew. Awesome." Dean muttered. "Here, you want me to—

Sam ignored Dean and held the cable against his own arm, groaning in pain.

Dean gestured for Sam to hand him the cable. "Let's go."

"Yep," Sam replied, handing the cable over to Dean.

Dean walked towards Rufus and the older man took a few steps back. He held up his hands in a time-out sign.

"Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Rufus shook his head. "Uh, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Dean shook his head. "No passes, Rufus. Come on."

"I got a damn pacemaker!" Rufus exclaimed.

"Well, you better hope it's a good one." Dean shrugged.

Bobby looked at Rufus, his brows furrowed. "Since when do you got a pacemaker?"

Rufus looked back at Bobby. "Since Bush Jr., term one." He answered. "I'm down three toes, too, FYI. Alright, come on. Just make it quick."

Dean held the cable to Rufus's arm and the man groaned in pain.

"God! God! Dammit! Dammit!" Rufus staggered slightly.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"No, I'm not okay." Rufus snapped. "Give me that." He muttered as he grabbed the cable.

"Okay. Alright, my turn." Bobby commented. "Well, it ain't inside me, so go right ahead."

Rufus narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Alright, then just stand still, Bobby."

Bobby backed up slightly and nodded. "Okay, sure."

"I'll make this quick," Rufus assured.

"No problem." Bobby shrugged.

"Alright?" Rufus raised a brow. "Let's do this."

"Okay, uh, just a second, Rufus." Bobby stopped him.

"Just a second nothing, whatever you are," Rufus growled.

"I'm Bobby!" Bobby defended.

"Bobby, my ass." Rufus walked towards him.

Bobby pulled out the knife that he was holding behind his back. He swiftly stabbed Rufus in the chest.

"Bobby!" Angela yelled.

Rufus fell backwards, and Sam caught him quickly. Sam gently lowered Rufus to the ground.

"Rufus," Sam called out.

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Sam, Dean, and Angela were on either side of Bobby. Bobby attempted to get around them, failing to do so.

"Bobby, there are three of us and one of you," Angela warned.

Bobby lunged at Sam, attempting to stab him. Sam caught a hold of Bobby and Dean punched him, knocking him unconscious. Angela tied Bobby to a chair using duct tape. A few moments later Bobby woke up groggily.

Bobby struggled against his bindings and glared up at the three hunters. Dean gripped the cable tightly and glared back at Bobby.

"Well, hey, there you little herpe," Dean said as he stood up. He walked over and held the cable against Bobby's neck, causing the older man to groan in pain. "Now, don't you even think about shagging ass out of here, 'cause we got every crack in this room sealed," Dean warned. "So, get comfy."

"I am comfy," Bobby replied, his voice slightly distorted. "It's nice in here. And you love this guy, don'tcha?" He taunted. "You really want to kill me and take him with me? Haven't you lost enough pals today?"

Dean clenched his jaw slightly. "We'll do what we have to do." He replied. "And we got some questions for you, so you can either play ball, or we could fry up a little shrimp on the barbie."

"Ask," Bobby smirked. "Been waiting for you to ask."

Angela narrowed her eyes. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I got nothing to hide," Bobby replied.

Sam protectively pulled Angela closer to him and glared at Bobby. "What are you?"

Bobby looked at Sam and his smirk grew. "You haven't got a name for me yet. I'm new around here. Eve cooked me up herself." He answered, causing the three hunters to cast a confused glance at each other.

Dean walked over to Bobby and held the cable to his neck again, this time for much longer. Bobby groaned and writhed in pain.

"Who is she, this Eve bitch?" Dean snapped.

"The mother of all of us, and the end of all of you," Bobby replied. "By the time she's done, there'll be more creatures than humans. You'll live in pens." He snarled. "We'll serve up your young and call it veal."

"And what's your deal in all of this?" Angela asked. "I mean, how's jumping a few truckers gonna help?"

Bobby scoffed slightly and shook his head. "You think I'm here to mess with a couple of Cannery workers? We led you here."

Sam's brows furrowed slightly. "Why?"

"She has a message for you," Bobby replied vaguely.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Dean raised a brow.

"You're all gonna die," Bobby warned. "She's pissed. She's here. And it's gonna be nothing but pain for you from here on in."

Dean paused for a moment and nodded. "Well, here's my response." He replied, holding the cable to Bobby's neck again. Dean snarled as he kept the cable on Bobby's neck for a few moments.

Sam pushed himself from the table and grabbed Dean's arm. "Dean. Dean!" He snapped.

Angela looked at Bobby, concern written all over her face. "How much more do you think he can take?"

"You can't kill me, not without taking him with me," Bobby replied.

Sam, Dean, and Angela looked at each other for a moment, trying to decide what to do.

Dean pursed his lips. "Well…We'll just have to do what Bobby would want us to do." He replied. Dean looked at Sam and sent him a small nod.

Sam walked over so he stood behind Bobby. He roughly wrapped Bobby's mouth and ears shut with duct tape. When he was finished he walked back over to stand next to Angela. She wrapped her arm around Sam's waist comfortingly.

Dean leaned forward. "No way out, now slug-o!" He exclaimed. "Bobby, hang on in there." He muttered before he pressed the cable to Bobby's neck.

Sam's brows twitched slightly as he watched Bobby get electrocuted. Angela rubbed his back gently, trying to comfort him slightly, but she was struggling to watch as well. Sam closed his eyes tightly and turned away, unable to watch. Eventually, Bobby sagged forward.

"Bobby?" Dean asked, causing Sam to turn back around and open his eyes.

"Is he, uh…" Sam trailed off. "Hey, hey." He ran over to Bobby.

Angela followed suit and quickly peeled off the duct tape, causing the Kahn worm to fall out of his ear, dead. "Whoa. Bobby…" She gently held his face up.

"Bobby, hey." Dean shook him.

Sam shook his head. "He's not breathing." He muttered. "Bobby!"

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Sam, Dean, and Angela stood in front of a newly covered grave. Sam had his arm wrapped around Angela's shoulders. The three of them stared at the grave silently and their heads turned slightly as Bobby walked up.

"I got to say, I never figured Rufus for the religious type." Dean broke the silence.

"Well, he didn't exactly keep kosher." Bobby shrugged. "He always used to pull the old 'can't work on the sabbath' card whenever we had to bury a body." He laughed slightly. He swallowed thickly before continuing. "You know, I-I was just a job. "I was Joe Mechanic. Then my wife got possessed…went nuts on me. I stabbed her, and that didn't stop her. Next thing I knew, this guy comes busting in, soaks her with holy water, and sends that demon straight to hell so fast. I'd have gone away for killing her. But…Rufus cleaned up everything. Taught me a thing or two about…what's really out there. Pretty soon, we were riding together. Worked like that for years, kind of like you three knuckleheads."

"So, what happened?" Sam asked curiously.

"It was Omaha." Bobby sighed. "It was my fault. And he never let it go."

"Well, he should have," Angela replied softly.

Bobby glanced at her, eyebrows raised. "You don't know what I did, Angie."

"Doesn't matter." Dean cut in.

Bobby scoffed. "What do you mean, it doesn't—

"I mean at the end of the day, you two are family." Dean interrupted. "Life's short, and ours are shorter than most. We're gonna spend it wringing our hands? Something's gonna get us eventually, and when my guts get ripped out, just so you three know, we're good." He explained. "Blanket apology for all the crap that anybody's done all the way around."

Sam's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the ground. "Some of us pulled a lot of crap…"

Angela smiled softly and shrugged. "Clean slate, Sammy."

Sam looked at her and paused for a moment. He still couldn't believe that after all the crap he put her through, that she still loved him. Sam smiled a small smile and nodded. "Okay." He murmured, kissing her forehead.

Bobby took out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and poured some on the grave. Sam, Dean, and Angela stepped away to give him a few minutes alone. Bobby took a swig from the bottle and stared at the grave sadly.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Surprisingly, this was one of my favorite chapters to write. Something about this episode was just so interesting to me and I've always loved the vibe of it. Also, I have something pretty interesting cooked up for the next two chapters ;)

I do have a question for you guys...I've been thinking about season 8 and the Amelia storyline. I never particularly liked that storyline, but what do you guys think? Do you still want me to incorporate it into the story? Let me know in the reviews :) Love y'all.

~Emily