Mommy Dearest Part 1
Dean sat at a work table in Bobby's garage. The bottle of ashes was empty, and Dean was making shotgun shells with the ashes.
Sam, Angela, and Bobby walked in.
"Hey." Angela greeted. "How are you doing?"
"Five shells," Dean grumbled. "That's how I'm doing."
Sam sighed deeply. "Well, you know, it's a hell of a lot more than what we had last week."
"Maybe." Dean sighed.
"Meaning?" Bobby raised a brow.
Dean turned around slightly. "Meaning I just had myself a little mishap a few minutes ago, and, uh, well, here, look." He said as he rubbed the ashes on his arm. However, nothing happened.
"Whoa." Angela and Sam muttered.
"Huh," Bobby added.
"I mean, this stuff is supposed to burn the bejeezus out of Eve, doesn't even give me a sunburn." Dean shrugged.
"Lore says it works," Bobby replied with a shrug.
"That's always reliable," Dean replied sarcastically.
"Well, you know what?" Angela interjected. "Maybe it's like, uh, iron or silver. You know? Hurts them, not us."
"Maybe, but a fat lot of good it does us 'til we find the bitch," Dean replied as he stood up.
Bobby paused for a minute. "I'm looking, but I'm thinking maybe it's time you made a call."
Dean wiped his hands with a nearby rag. "Why can't Angie make the call, huh?" Dean asked. "It's not like Cas lives in my ass. The dude's busy." He added. Suddenly there was a flutter of wings and Castiel appeared behind him. Dean turned around, surprised. "Cas, get out of my ass!"
Castiel tilted his head slightly. "I was never in your…" He trailed off when Dean gave him a look. "Have you made any progress in locating Eve?"
"Well, we were gonna ask you about that," Bobby replied.
Castiel shook his head. "No, I've looked, but she's hidden from me. She's hidden from all angels."
"Awesome," Dean replied sarcastically.
"You know, what we really need is an inside man," Sam interjected.
Dean turned slightly to look at Sam. "What do you mean?"
"Something with claws and sympathy." Angela nodded.
"Like a friendly monster?" Dean asked, his. Brows furrowing. Sam and Angela just shrugged. "Those are in short supply these days, don't you think?" Dean asked.
"Sure, but we've met one or two, right?" Sam countered.
"Maybe." Dean sighed.
"So, we can find one," Angela assured.
For a while, the four hunters looked through books, cell phones, anything they could find really. Suddenly Castiel appeared with Lenore.
Sam's eyes widened. "Lenore."
Lenore looked around, frightened. She attempted to run away.
Sam, Dean, and Angela ran over to her.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Sam said gently. "Lenore, stop. Look, we're happy you're here."
"Been a long time," Dean said. "You remember us?"
"I remember." Lenore nodded. "Your hunter friend almost killed me."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, uh, he turned into a vampire and I chopped his head off," Sam replied.
"Yeah." Dean nodded. "With razor wire. Wicked."
"It was kind of hot," Angela admitted. She looked up at Sam, who was giving her a look and shrugged. "What?"
"Well, that's something." Lenore nodded. "What's going on? Why am I here?"
"Well, um, that's Cas," Angela explained, gesturing to Castiel. "He's our friend. And we need to talk to you about Eve."
Lenore scoffed. "Eve? I have nothing to say about Eve."
"You sure about that?" Dean asked.
"I'm trying to stay away from her, believe me," Lenore assured.
"Where's your nest?" Sam asked.
Lenore clenched her jaw slightly. "Gone." She replied softly. "They couldn't fight it anymore. It's her voice, in our heads. What it does to us. So, they left. Started killing again."
"But not you," Angela replied, looking mildly impressed.
"Don't look so impressed." Lenore scoffed. "I was hiding in a basement. Not exactly Club Med. You don't know how hard it is—not to give in. Everyone gives in."
"Alright, so this psychic two-way you've got going, does that mean you know where Mom's camped out?" Dean asked.
Lenore shook her head in disbelief. "You've got to kidding me." She replied. "You want me to tell you where she is? You do know she could be listening to us right now. I might as well be a video camera." She continued. "What are you thinking?"
"So, we don't have the element of surprise, we're still going in." Bobby cut in.
Lenore shook her head. "You're crazy. I can't help you."
"Can't or won't?" Sam asked. "Look, it's clear as day. You still give a crap. You don't wanna kill. And you don't want this planet dead."
"You actually believe you can stop her?" Lenore raised a brow.
"Just tell us where she is." Angela pleaded.
Lenore sighed. "Grants Pass, Oregon. And now she knows you're coming."
"Well, let's go see," Bobby replied.
"Hold on." Lenore stopped them. "I didn't tell you this out of the goodness of my heart. I need something."
Angela's brows furrowed slightly. "What?"
"Kill me," Lenore demanded.
Sam frowned and shook his head. "Lenore."
"Look, we'll lock you down 'til this whole thing's over with, okay?" Dean cut in. "Witness protection, you'll be safe."
"You don't get it, it's not about that," Lenore replied. "I'm dangerous. I hear her voice all the time."
"You're not like the rest of them," Sam assured.
"I'm exactly like them." Lenore replied as she walked closer to Sam. "I fed. I couldn't help it. The girl couldn't have been more than 16, Sam." She explained. "I'll do it again. I can't stop, not anymore. You have to, please."
Sam looked down at her with sad eyes. "Lenore."
Suddenly, Castiel touched Lenore's head. Light shined out of her eyes and mouth before her face burst into flames. "We needed to move this along." Castiel said gruffly.
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Castiel teleported himself, Sam, Dean, Angela, and Bobby to Grants Pass, Oregon. Everything seemed to be normal, people were outside, the sun was shining.
"Well, I was expecting more Zombieland, less Pleasantville," Dean commented.
"Just because it looks quiet, don't mean it is, especially if she's got a clue we're coming," Bobby replied.
"Yeah, well if she is here I'm glad we got Smitey McSmiterton on our squad," Dean said. "Alright, where do we start?"
"I'm gonna need a computer," Bobby replied as they walked off.
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The five of them were in a local diner. Dean sat next to Bobby and Angela sat in between Sam and Castiel. Both Sam and Dean were eating lunch while Bobby looked something up on an iPad.
"Alright." Bobby sighed. "I finally got the police database, no thanks to this." He gestured to the iPad. "I asked for a computer."
Sam rolled his eyes. "It is a computer."
"No, a computer has buttons," Bobby remarked.
"Can I get you anything?" the waitress asked as she walked by.
"No, we're good thanks," Dean replied.
Angela took a vegetable off of Sam's plate and smiled up at him sweetly.
"You know, you could've ordered something," Sam commented with a small smile.
Angela shrugged innocently. "I'm not that hungry. But those veggies looked good." She smiled before she pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek. "Anything?" She asked Bobby.
Bobby shrugged. "Oh, nickel and dime stuff, nothing weird." He replied. "Basically dead end. You think Vampira was lying?"
"I'll search the town," Castiel replied. "Give me a moment." He added, closing his eyes. However, after a few moments, nothing happened.
"Cas, we can still see you," Dean said.
Castiel opened his eyes and frowned. "Yeah, I'm still here."
"Okay, well, you don't have to wait on us, you—
Castiel cleared his throat and closed his eyes again. He looked strained.
"Well, now it just looks like pooping," Dean said.
Castiel opened his eyes and shook his head. "Something's wrong."
"What, are you stuck?" Dean asked, confused.
"I'm blocked. I'm powerless." Castiel frowned.
"You're joking." Dean scoffed.
"Something in this town, is, uh, it's affecting me." Castiel sighed. "I assume it's Eve."
Dean's brows furrowed. "So wait, Mom's making you limp?"
"Figuratively, yes." Castiel nodded.
"How?" Angela asked curiously.
Castiel shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know, but she is."
Dean scoffed. "Well, that's great, because, without your powers, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat."
Castiel frowned at the comment, clearly upset. He turned and faced the window. Dean's brows furrowed in confusion.
"I think you hurt his feelings," Sam muttered.
"I got something here, maybe," Bobby interjected. "Had to go federal to get it. The call went out from the local office to the CDC last night."
"About what?" Angela asked.
"A Dr. Silver called in an illness he couldn't identify," Bobby replied. "Patient's a 25-year-old, African American, name—Ed Bright."
"Well, that's not much to go on," Dean muttered.
"Well, it's the only lead, so—
"So, beggars can't be choosers, right?" Dean interrupted. "I get it. Alright, let's finish up."
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An older woman was locking up at a Doctor's office. Dean and Castiel walked up to her.
"Excuse me." Dean stopped her. "Hi, uh, i-is Dr. Silver in today?" He asked. "My friend is very sick." He added, gesturing to Castiel.
"I have a, uh, painful burning sensation," Castiel said.
"Oh, well, he's out." The woman replied. "Sorry."
"Do you happen to know where he is?" Dean asked.
"He hasn't called in." the woman shook her head. "You might want to find yourself some ointment." She told Castiel before she walked off.
"What kind of Doctor called the CDC then goes AWOL the very next day?" Dean asked. "Let's have a look, shall we?"
Dean and Castiel walked behind the building and Dean attempted to pick the lock to the back door of the office.
"Is this gonna take a long time?" Castiel asked impatiently.
Dean gave Castiel a look and then noticed something. "Huh." He muttered, pulling away from the door.
"What is it?" Castiel asked.
Dean bent down and touched a drop of liquid on the ground. It was blood. He showed Castiel and then noticed another door. It was to a shed and there was blood on the lock. Dean broke it open and they found a body wrapped in plastic. Dean opened the plastic to reveal Ed Bright and cringed.
"It's the patient Ed Bright." Castiel frowned.
"Well, what kind of Doctor calls the CDC and then stashed the gooey corpse in the shed?!" Dean asked Castiel.
Castiel shrugged. "I don't understand what's happening here."
"Well. I know one thing about the body." Dean sighed. "We need some kerosene."
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Sam, Dean, and Angela walked out of Dr. Silver's house. Bobby showed Sam and Angela a photo of Dr. Silver and his family.
"Here, Dr. Silver. Wife, two sons." Bobby commented. He handed Sam the photo and frowned when he saw the Sheriff. "Uh oh."
"Hi there." The Sheriff greeted.
"Hi," Sam replied.
"Who're you?" the Sheriff asked.
The three hunters flashed their FBI badges.
The Sheriff eyed them slightly, noticing their casual outfits. "It Casual Friday, agents?"
"We're on a case a few miles out," Angela replied. "We got a call to come here."
"So, how about you, what's your business?" Bobby asked.
"Oh, Dr. Silver's a friend of mine." The Sheriff replied. "Heard he didn't show up for work today, so I thought I'd stop by, see if he's sick."
Bobby shook his head. "Not sick. Missing."
"Missing?" the Sheriff frowned. "Says who?"
"Says me," Bobby replied. "Empty house, no bags packed, the car's still in the driveway."
"How'd you get on this?" the Sheriff asked curiously.
"Oh, it's a long story," Bobby replied. "Tell you what, why don't you put out an APB, we'll compare notes down at the station. Sound good?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure." The Sheriff nodded.
"Obliged." Bobby smiled as the Sheriff left.
"Wow," Angela smirked.
"Talk about talking out of your butt," Sam added.
"Yeah. Just hurry, you idjits." Bobby muttered.
The three hunters drove off and met up with Dean and Castiel outside of Ed's house.
"Oh," Dean said. "So, we've got a missing Doctor and an oozy patient, huh?"
"Yeah. The plot thickens." Angela replied.
"Well, let's go see what Ed's roommates have to say," Dean suggested.
"Does Ed Bright have a brother?" Castiel asked.
"No, why?" Bobby asked.
"Then that's not his twin." Castiel gestured to the window. Someone who looked exactly like Ed was inside.
"So, what, shifter?" Sam asked.
"I don't know what we're looking at," Bobby replied.
"Alright, Sam, Dean, and I are gonna go in," Angela instructed. "You two stay here and watch the door. If something comes out, shoot it."
"Yeah." Dean nodded in agreement. "Best guess—silver bullets."
"I'm fairly unpracticed with firearms," Castiel interjected.
"You know who whines?" Dean raised a brow. "Babies." He answered, clapping Castiel on the shoulder.
Sam, Dean, and Angela walked towards the house. Dean broke the door down and they stormed in, guns ready. There were several dead Eds all over the lounge.
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"Holy crap," Angela muttered.
"Okay, don't touch anything," Dean instructed.
One of the Eds started moving and Sam frowned.
"Hey, hey. Back here. Come here." Sam said. The three hunters approached him. "Hey, hey, hey. Talk to us. What is it?"
"Hey, Ed. Ed, what's going on?" Dean asked.
'Ed' coughed and groaned. "What? I'm not Ed..."
Angela took his driver's license from his wallet. The guy's name was Marshall Todd.
Marshall groaned. "What's wrong with me?"
"Uh, nothing." Angela lied. "You're okay. You're okay, alright? We're gonna get you help."
"Let me ask you something," Marshall replied. "Do I—do all of us—do we look like Ed?"
"What?" Dean replied. "No, no. No, no, no, no, of course not. You, uh, you have a fever. You're hallucinating."
"Marshall, Marshall," Sam called. "Hey, what happened here?"
"Am I gonna die?" Marshall groaned.
"No, you're not gonna die, okay?" Angela replied. "Now you need to talk to us. It's important."
Marshall sputtered slightly. "Ed was feeling back so I took him to the Doctor." He coughed. "I think…now we're all sick."
"You think?" Dean muttered.
"And before you got sick before Ed got sick, did you do anything?" Sam asked. "Did you go anywhere? Hey, I need you to focus for me."
"I don't know." Marshall shook his head. "Some bar."
"A bar?" Angela asked, her brows raised. "What bar?"
"8th Street, I guess," Marshall muttered.
"8th Street, uhm did anything happen at the bar?" Sam asked. "Did you—did you see anything? Did you meet anyone?"
Marshall violently coughed.
"Look, an ambulance is on the way, okay?" Angela said.
"A girl," Marshall replied weakly.
"A girl? Okay, and?" Dean asked.
"A girl in white."
"Good, okay." Dean nodded. "What did the girl in white do? Marshall? Wh-wh-what did she do to Ed, Marshall?!"
Marshall slumped over and died. Sam, Dean, and Angela walked out of the house.
"I don't get it," Dean said. "What, a bunch of regular Joes wake up shifters? What the hell?"
"Shifters usually run in families. This looks like an infection." Bobby replied. "Nobody touched nothing?"
Dean shuddered. "Well, I am bathing in Purell tonight."
"So, he said they met a girl," Sam interjected.
"It's got to be Eve," Angela replied.
"But why would she do this?" Castiel frowned.
"Mommy monster, make more." Bobby shrugged.
Dean shook his head. "No, no, no, no. Cas has got a good point. I mean, if she's gonna make a shifter army, why make one that's sick, gooey, and dying?"
Bobby shrugged. "Add that to the pile of Crap That Doesn't Make Sense."
"So, should we hit the bar?" Sam asked.
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Sam, Dean, Angela, Bobby, and Castiel entered the bar. The place was absolutely destroyed and there were dead bodies everywhere.
"Well, the Sheriff's a moot, but still," Bobby muttered. "You'd think he'd notice this many missing folks."
Dean went up to one of the bodies. Using a cloth, he lifted its lip, revealing a set of vampire fangs. "We got a vamp over here." He said. Dean lifted the body's arm. A spike was protruding from its wrist. "Nope. Scratch that. We got a wraith. What the hell? What has teeth and a spike?" he asked as he stood up.
"Never seen that in my life," Bobby replied.
"Oh, great." Dean scoffed. "So, Eve's making hybrids now?"
"Looks like." Bobby sighed.
"Yeah, the question is why," Dean muttered. "I mean what does she want with the…what do you call these?"
Bobby shrugged. "Well, congrats. You discovered it. You get to name it."
Dean paused in thought. "Jefferson Starships." He replied. Sam, Angela, and Bobby looked confused. "Huh, because they're horrible and hard to kill," Dean explained.
Angela sighed. "Looks like the whole bar has been turned into these—
"Jefferson Starships." Dean cut in.
"Fine," Angela replied. "But why are all the…Starships dead?"
"I can't say, but looks like they all burned up," Bobby replied.
"Burned up, like?" Dean raised a brow.
"Like a high fever, like the flu," Bobby answered, clearly confused.
"What the hell's going on here?" Dean frowned. "Does every monster in this town have the motaba virus?"
Suddenly, the Sheriff and three cops entered the door with guns.
"Hands where I can see 'em!" the Sheriff yelled.
Dean, unnoticed, hid behind the bar.
"Now, this is not what it looks like," Castiel said.
"Look, we're the Feds." Bobby tried.
"Yeah? Well, Feds are not allowed to do this." The Sheriff replied. "Cuff 'em. Turn around."
Sam, Bobby, Angela, and Castiel were cuffed and led out. Dean emerged from behind the bar.
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Sam, Bobby, Angela, and Castiel were pushed into the Sheriff's station.
"Listen if we can make a phone call, we can straighten this all out!" Sam tried to reason.
"Straighten out a massacre?" the Sheriff scoffed. "I'd like to see you try."
Sam glanced at the security footage—the Sheriff's eyes were glowing. Sam headbutted him. "J-Jefferson Starships!"
Sam kicked one, Castiel and Angela were pushed against the wall by two others, and Dean cut their heads off. One tried to bite Sam and Castiel killed the one trying to attack Bobby. Angela got ready to kill the Sheriff who was attacking Sam. Angela pulled the Sheriff off of Sam and threw him to the ground.
"Angie, wait!" Sam exclaimed.
The Sheriff was taken to the interrogation room and was chained in silver. Bobby held a knife and Castiel stood at the door. Sam, Dean, and Angela watched from outside the window.
"Well, I'll say this, you're the healthiest looking specimen I've seen all day," Bobby commented.
"I take my vitamins." The Sheriff smirked.
"So, you wanna tell us what's going on here? Hmm?" Bobby asked. "So, you boys are, uh, Eve's cleaning crew, is that it? You, uh, you come around to clean up the bodies? Make sure the word doesn't get out, huh? Is that why you snatched up the Doctor?"
The Sheriff sighed. "You're wasting your time. You stupid head of cattle." He laughed.
Sam, Dean, and Angela heard something coming from behind them.
"More Starships," Dean muttered before he walked off to investigate.
"Stay here," Sam told Castiel.
Sam and Angela went after Dean. They followed the blood on the wall which led them to the cells. In one cell were two boys, tied up and gagged. Sam recognized them from the photo.
"You're Dr. Silver's boys," Sam said. The older boy nodded. "Alright, don't worry," Sam assured. "We're gonna get you out of here, okay? Uh, keys?"
"Yeah." Dean nodded. He went to find the keys.
"Look. We're not gonna hurt you." Angela assured. "My name is Angela, and this is Sam. That's our brother, Dean." She gestured to him when he came back with the keys. "Those cops, they're not coming back, ever." She added as Dean opened the cell.
They carefully ungagged the boys.
"What are your names?" Sam asked gently.
"Joe." The older one answered. "This is Ryan."
"Hey Ryan, how you doing?" Dean asked softly.
Ryan shied away from Dean and looked at the ground.
"He won't talk, not since they came for us," Joe said.
"Alright, listen, Joe," Dean replied. "We're gonna get you out of those handcuffs. Um, but you understand what's going on around here, don't you? So, first, we've gotta make sure you're you."
"How you gonna do that?" Joe asked curiously.
"Well, there's a few, uh, dozen tests," Dean replied. "Okay, let's get started."
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Dean brought the boys into the main room. "Got a couple of hungry human boys here. C'mon guys."
"So you two never heard 'em talk…about a mother, or someone named Eve?" Sam asked.
Joe shook his head. "It was just me and Ryan in there."
"And your folks?" Dean asked.
"Cops said we were next. He said we were food."
"Do you have any other family, sweetie?" Angela asked.
"An uncle, in Merritt," Joe replied.
"Merritt, what's that, like 15 miles outside of town?" Dean asked. "Okay. We'll get you there."
Castiel frowned. "Dean, can I have a word?"
Dean nodded and walked over to Castiel.
"We need to find Eve now," Castiel stressed.
"Yeah. Go. Me, Angie, and Sam just gotta make a milk run." Dean replied.
Castiel sighed. "We need your help here."
"Hold your water." Dean frowned. "We'll be back in a few."
"Dean, Dean. Millions of lives are at stakes here, not just two." Castiel reminded. "Stay focused."
"Are you kidding?" Dean asked, his brows furrowing.
"There's a greater purpose here," Castiel replied.
"You know what, I-I'm getting a little sick and tired of the greater purposes, okay?" Dean snapped. "I think what I'd like to do now is save a couple of kids. If you don't mind. We'll catch up." He added. "Okay, guys, let's go. C'mon." He turned to the two young boys.
Dean walked out with Joe and Ryan. Sam and Angela followed.
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Sam, Dean, and Angela were in the front seat. Angela sat in between Sam and Dean, her head resting on Sam's shoulder. The two young boys sat in the back.
Joe looked at Ryan. "Hey, you should get some rest." He said softly as he wrapped his arm around his brother.
Sam and Dean looked knowingly at them in the rearview mirror. Dean smiled at the familiar scene.
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In Merritt, the kids were reunited with their uncle. He hugged Ryan tightly, then Joe. The three hunters looked on for a few moments before leaving.
A/N: Hey guys! I know I've been MIA, it's been finals week and it has been rough to say the least. I still have one more paper to write, but it's only 500 words. Anyway, I'm almost finished writing season 6! I just have the last two chapters to go, and then I'll start planning out season 7. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! The next one will have a slight twist to it :) Love y'all.
~Emily