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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 14, 2016 8:22:57 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 14, 2016 8:22:57 GMT -5

ooc; SEASON SIX. EPISODE SIXTEEN.

"What's up Bobby?" Sam shrugged out of his coat and draped it over the back of a chair in the kitchen before he and Dean moved through it into the living room where Bobby was waiting. "I've been getting blasts from hunters all week." Bobby circled a spot on the laid out map on his desk. "Nest of vamps." He circled another spot a few inches west. "Werewolf dance party." He continued to circle as he listed things. "Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out. Ghouls, ghouls. Ghoul-wraith smorgasbord." Sam studied the multiple circles, coming to the same conclusion that his brother voiced aloud just then. "Is it just me, or is that a straight kick-line down I-80?" "Exactly." Bobby drew a line through the circles, right down the interstate. "Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash" Dean observed, and Sam nodded his agreement, throwing in a question for good measure.

"Yeah, but where are they all marching TO?"

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 18, 2016 12:33:23 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

Bobby drew a final circle, bigger than all the rest, around Sandusky, Ohio. The brothers leaned in, staring at it. "What it is" Sam wanted to know. Bobby made a grim face. "Guy bashes in his family's heads."
~~~

"It's like I told the cops. I blacked out." Rick Sheffield studied his interlocked fingers with glassy eyes. "Well, just tell us what you do remember" Sam prompted gently. Rick gave his head a morose shake. "Driving my regular route, and then I-I woke up in my truck at work." "And where's work" Sam prompted. "Starlight Cannery. I-I didn't remember how I got there...So I called home. When no one picked up, I-I went there, and I found..." He started to get choked up. "Anything unusual before you blacked out" Bobby inquired, saving him from having to go into any detail about the massacre of his family. "Sights, smells, anything off the routine?" "No." Rick shook his head again. "Basic night. I was giving some kid from the truck stop a ride. She took off." He closed his eyes, a few tears leaking out. "I mean, I-I think she took off." While his eyes were closed, Bobby, Dean and Sam all swapped a look. It sounded like maybe whoever that kid was certainly tangled up in all of this so checking out the security footage of Rick's route was a solid place to start. Unless they got anything else.

"Anything else" Dean wanted to know, voicing their shared question. Rick shook his head yet again, eyes still closed, more tears falling as he spoke in a shaky voice. "I swear – I didn't mean to do it. I-I loved them." Bobby inclined his head at the door and the three of them stepped out into the police station's lobby, leaving Rick and his guard alone in the interrogation room. "So, demon possession or ghosts" Dean mused as the three of them sat down in front of one of the many computers and Sam began punching keys. "I thought this was a monster thing." "Alright here we go." Sam pulled up some video footage relatively quickly. Bobby was impressed. "Truck stop, night of the murders." Bobby and Dean leaned forward to study it. "There he is." Bobby pointed and the three of them followed his movements until a young girl in a white dress approached him. "Well hello there" Dean remarked, his somewhat seductive smile turning massively appalled when she turned to face the camera. Her face was distorted and the camera gave some sort of fuzzy feedback line through her head. "Freakish nightmare" Dean corrected himself, looking at Bobby. "What the hell was that?" "Bobby?" Sam turned to him as well. "I've never seen that in my life" Bobby admitted, staring at the screen, wide-eyed, an idea occurring to him. "But...all those vamps and ghouls out on I-80..." He inclined his head at the girl.

"Maybe they're coming in for Mother's Day."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 18, 2016 17:10:26 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 18, 2016 17:10:26 GMT -5

Dean leaned back from the screen, perching on the edge of the nearest desk and crossing his arms. "Um...Okay, well, if that is big mama – whatever she is, we got zero on ganking her. So what are we gonna do if we run into her? Throw salt and hope?" His expression was 100% deadpan. "No we are going to turn tail and run" Bobby corrected without an ounce of humor. "Because we are in way over our heads." Dean couldn't disagree with that statement.

"Well we better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her" Dean threw out there just as a flurry of activity broke out. "Let's go" one cop was saying urgently to the others as everyone put on their hats and coats, grabbing up their guns and rushing the door. "What's the ruckus" Bobby asked while the boys swapped a look. "A guy just went postal down at the Cannery" was all the departing cop would say. "Okay, I'll go. You finish here" Bobby instructed, following the officers. Dean turned to back to his brother, his jaw set.

"And we'd better get it fast."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 18, 2016 18:43:51 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

"FBI. Willis" Bobby introduced himself gruffly, flashing his badge as he approached the Cannery. "How many in there?" "Six dead" replied the officer he'd addressed. Bobby glanced over the officer's shoulder at the building, frowning. "What happened?" "Apparently, a guy walks in, pulls a hunting rifle, just opens fire" the officer explained with a sad shake of the head before gesturing over the captain, who'd just exited the Cannery. "Captain! This is Agent"- "What, is there a fed convention in town" the captain demanded, looking confused. Bobby blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Beg your pardon?"

"Agent Willis." The familiar voice addressed Bobby from behind the police captain and when he'd moved aside, there was Rufus. Bobby stared at him. "Agent....I wasn't expecting you..." The officer and captain gave Bobby an odd look so he quickly added, "...yet." "Well, apparently, you didn't get the call" Rufus commented with a dry smile. "Gentlemen, please excuse us." He walked a few paces in the opposite direction and Bobby followed instantly. "What in the high holy are you doing here, Rufus" he demanded the second they were far enough away from prying ears. "Same as you" Rufus returned with another dry smile. "Tracking 31 flavours of crazy, which led us both smack into the middle of this." "Right." Bobby nodded, running the whole mess over in his mind before asking, "well can we talk to the perp?" It might give them a new angle they could tackle this thing from since what they had so far wasn't giving them squat. "Well, we can give it a shot but I don't know if he's gonna talk back to us, though." Rufus crossed his arms. "Cops put eight bullets in him. So..." "So" Bobby prompted when Rufus didn't finish his sentence. "So are we partnering on this or not" Rufus finished. Bobby hesitated. "Come on, man" Rufus pressed. "It's not rocket surgery. We're both here. Let's do this." He reached out and tapped Bobby on the shoulder with one fist. "Just like old times." "Long as I get to drive" Bobby finally relented and Rufus chuckled. "Hell no." As Rufus wandered off towards the parking lot Bobby couldn't help smiling. So it WAS just like old times.
~~~

"So, do you think the mother of whatever the hell is wrapped up in this, Bobby" Rufus wanted to know as they heaved the shooter's corpse up onto the autopsy table. Bobby nodded in confirmation. "Looks like it." "These are just guys going berserk, Bobby" Rufus pointed out. "How is that a monster thing?" "Don't know yet" Bobby admitted, giving the corpse a long once over. "That's why we're hacking him open." His eyes landed on a drop of black goo leaking out of one ear and he tilted his head to one side. "Hand me a swab thing" he requested next, gesturing without looking away from the gunk. When he felt the swab in his hand he brought it down to the man's ear and inserted it. When he withdrew it, its soft tip was covered in the black substance. "What have you got" Rufus inquired, holding out one hand to take the swab. "That ecto?" He took a whiff of whatever it was and made a face. "That is not ecto. What the hell is it?" "It's something new" Bobby announced but Rufus flattened that theory at once. "No such thing as new Bobby." "Well, it's something." Bobby kept his focus on the swab, speaking slowly as an idea occurred to him. "Those guys who snapped, one thing they had in common..." He lifted his gaze to lock eyes with Rufus.

"They both worked at that Cannery joint."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 17:40:44 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 17:40:44 GMT -5

Outside the Cannery joint, Sam and Dean worked on each filling a duffel bag with a variety of important objects. Since they had no idea what they might be up against in there, they sort of had to cover every base. Sam was just shoving a flask of holy water into his bag and Dean a container of salt when Bobby’s beat-up car trundled towards them, pulling to a stop just a few feet behind the parked Impala.

“I don’t know why you have a driver’s license Bobby” Rufus was complaining as the two of them piled out of the car. “You have got to be the worst driver I’ve ever met.” “You’re still alive, aren’t you” Bobby deadpanned dryly as the two of them approached Sam and Dean. “Good to see you again Rufus” Sam interjected, holding out one hand, before the elder hunter could volley Bobby’s crack with one of his own. “I’ll bet it is” was Rufus’ oh so modest answer before he added with a wry smile, “it must be a pain in the ass dealing with this miserable old cuss by yourselves all the time.” “That obvious, huh” Sam joked, giving Bobby a teasing smile which he returned with an eye roll and a grouchy, “oh get a room.” “Alright, we all pack a snack” Dean wanted to know, interrupting the little jab session. Sam released Rufus’ hand and used that now-free hand to pick up his duffel bag, shouldering it. Next he pulled a flashlight free of an inner jacket pocket and powered it up. After closing and locking the Impala’s trunk, Dean did the same. “Well let’s see what we can see.”
~~~

They couldn’t see much. The Cannery joint was, even with the aid of their flashlights, black as coal. Fortunately, after only a few minutes of wandering around aimlessly, Sam was able to find a light switch that brought the visibility of their surroundings from nothing to mediocre. “Everyone keep your eyes peeled” Dean advised. Unsure of what they were looking for, it was best to just look for everything.

After only another few minutes of scoping the place out, the sound of approaching footsteps met Dean’s ears. “Shh!” At the head of their little group, he held up one arm to alert the rest of them. Every sense on high alert, the blood pumping with a little extra vigor through his veins, Dean locked both eyes on the door in front of them, through which the footsteps were getting louder and closer. Finally, it swung open and there, blinking in surprise into the beams of their flashlights, was their cousin Gwen. "Gwen??" Dean stared at her. She stared back, looking a little unsettled. "Dean." Then, from over her shoulder, another set of footsteps joined them and Dean saw the face of the person that made his blood run cold and then boiling hot with rage. Brushing past Gwen, he lifted his gun, ready to pull the trigger. "Welcome to next time."

"Dean, wait a second!" Sam jumped in front of him in haste, trying to wrestle his arm down. "I said I'd kill him" Dean snapped, fighting to get a good angle. "I take it you know each other" Rufus observed, watching the scenario unfold. Dean ceased his struggle with Sam, taking a step backwards and lowering his gun, but not the hostile glare fixed upon Samuel's impassive face.

"He's our grandfather."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 17:52:47 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 17:52:47 GMT -5

It was an odd feeling for Sam to be standing there, facing a man who'd fathered his mother and whom he'd apparently spent a year hunting with but had no recollection of most of that time. Sure, he remembered a snippet here or there and there was always the brief summary of the important fact that Samuel had betrayed them that Dean had filled him in on, but other than that, blank slate.

"Why are you here" Bobby was asking now, his brow furrowed suspiciously. "We're working" was Samuel's simple reply, followed by, "you?" Bobby and Sam opened their mouths at the same time but Dean beat them both to the punch with an aggressive, "None of your damn business!" "Sam, take Dean for a walk" Bobby suggested over one shoulder without breaking eye contact with Samuel. Sam turned to his brother, who's spine was bristling with defensive outrage. "You have GOT to be kidding me." "Look, Dean, come on, it's fine" Sam promised, taking his upper arm as gently as he could while still being forceful enough to propel him towards the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you" Dean demanded sharply the second they were through it, wrenching his arm free and beginning to pace. "Look, maybe he knows something useful" Sam theorized, his tone soothing, trying to bring his brother back from the edge of hysteria where he was seemingly headed. Dean's pacing had brought him a good five feet in the opposite direction but at those words, he pivoted back around and returned with a scowl. "You don't remember what he did. I do!" Sam held up his hands in surrender. "I know. And I'm not saying don't" he added, lowering his hands again calmly.

"I'm saying not yet."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 17:57:55 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

"So...you're Samuel." While the boys were in the other room, Bobby gave their grandfather a shrewd once-over. He'd heard plenty about the man and nothing he'd heard made him anywhere near the realm of pleased to see him. "You must be the guy pretending to be their father" Samuel quipped, crossing his arms. Bobby gave him an extremely pointed stare in return.

"Well somebody ought to."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 18:05:29 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 18:05:29 GMT -5

Leaving Dean to cool off in the hallway, Sam pushed open the heavy door and rejoined Bobby, Rufus, Samuel, and Gwen. The atmosphere was palpable with tension. "Sam." Samuel greeted his re-entrance with a bob of the head as if they were old pals. "You're looking well." "Save the small talk alright" Sam fired back. Even though he'd stopped Dean from plugging the guy didn't mean he was all that thrilled with him either. Samuel eyed him curiously, head tilted to the side. "You seem...different." "I got my soul back" Sam announced, crossing his arms and staring Samuel down hard. "No thanks to you, I hear." "You hear" Samuel echoed, straightening his head with interest. "What, you don't remember?"

There was no way Sam was going to let Samuel know how much those words stung or how much he'd give anything to be able to remember without the chance he'd damange Death's wall inside his head. So instead, he simply narrowed his eyes.

"I remember enough."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 18:13:47 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

The staring contest between Sam and his namesake went on for about another minute before Rufus interjected. "I, uh, really hate to break up this little circle of love, but why don't we talk shop, huh?" He gestured between Gwen and Samuel with his gun. "How about you tell us what it is you're hunting?" Samuel turned away from Sam, perching on the edge of the room's only table. "A creature from Purgatory. She calls herself Eve. They call her mother. 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." It sounded legit enough for Bobby but that still didn't stop him from demanding, "and how the hell do you know all this?"

"You don't know half the things that I know, kid" Samuel countered condescendingly. "Hell, until recently, you didn't even know about us." Bobby pinned him with one of the most acidic looks he'd ever given anyone. "I now know that you'd work with a demon and throw your own kin to hungry ghouls in the process" he recapped darkly. He loved those boys like sons and if anyone ever laid a hand on them or worked with someone who did, they had to answer to him.

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 18:45:02 GMT -5

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-- "Gwen" --

"You what??!" Gwen whipped her head around to stare incredulously at Samuel. He'd never mentioned why he'd stopped hunting with and even communicating with the boys but she'd assumed it had been just one of those things where you lose contact. She'd never in a million years guessed it would be something that monumental. "Dean lied to the man" Samuel barked without taking his eyes off of Bobby. "Why don't you go ask Dean" Bobby suggested, also keeping both eyes on Samuel rather than looking at her. Gwen headed for the exit without a second's hesitation. "Good idea."

Once she'd cleared the doorway, she slowed down her pace, not sure what exactly she was hoping for here. Did she want Samuel to be right and Dean to have lied about what happened or did she want Dean to be right? If Dean was right she'd spent a good chunk of her life with a horrible man who sold out family members. But from the first time she'd met Dean she'd liked him so the idea of him lying about something like that wasn't appealing either. And before she could make up her mind which way she wanted it to go, she was approaching Dean timidly. "Dean?" The older Winchester turned around at the sound of her voice. "Is...is it true?" She took a deep breath. "Did Samuel really try to"- "Kill me and Sam" Dean interrupted harshly. "Yes. He didn't even blink. That's the guy you're rolling with." Gwen's heart sank. "He didn't tell me anything about that" she insisted pleadingly. "I didn't know."

Dean held her stare for a minute before nodding. "I know." Gwen's shoulders slumped in relief. "And honestly, there's something I need to tell you" Dean went on. Gwen took a curious step closer. "What?" The gun was too fast for her to react.

BANG.

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 19:01:05 GMT -5

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Post by Sam Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 19:01:05 GMT -5

BANG.

At the sound of the blast, Sam's heart leapt into his throat. Gunshots were never a good thing, especially if your brother wasn't in sight and you weren't sure if he was the victim or not. "Dean?!" Followed closely by Samuel, Rufus and Bobby, Sam burst through the door and began searching. In only a matter of seconds, they found Gwen on the floor, bleeding profusely from both a bullet wound in her chest and her mouth. Samuel went ashen as Bobby and Rufus sprang into action immediately, working to plug the hole and resuscitate her. Sam, meanwhile, made a quick jogging search of the general vicinity, looking for Dean to no avail.

When he'd made a complete circle, he doubled back just in time to hear Bobby saying morosely, "she's gone." "Dammit" Rufus cursed, sitting back on his haunches and wiping sweat from his brow with the back of one blood stained hand. "I'm sorry" Bobby apologized to the still standing Samuel. "If you care." "Screw you I care" Samuel growled, advancing a step. "Where's Dean" Rufus wanted to know before things got out of hand. Well. More so.

Sam shook his head, still breathing slightly deeper than normal from his run. "I couldn't find him. Whatever got into those guys must have got into Dean." "Alright, Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere" Bobby instructed, inclining his head at Gwen's corpse. "Sam and I will lock down here. We're gonna want to find Dean before he finds us." Rufus gripped Gwen's legs and as Samuel began to bend over to pick up her arms, Sam put a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from continuing for a moment so he could deliver a piece of news straight to his face, making sure he heard it. "We're going to find him ALIVE Samuel" he stressed.

"Or I'm going to put a bullet in your brain."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 22:28:50 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 22:28:50 GMT -5

"Ah!" With a jolt, Dean sat up straight, pushing himself off of the cold concrete floor he'd just woken up on in time to see a giant slug like creature crawling out of his ear and off into the darkness. It was not a pleasant sensation to say the least. After taking another second to try and collect himself, Dean rose to his feet. And it was just then that Rufus rounded the corner, gun raised, startling him. Dean pulled his own gun to even the playing field, confused as to why Rufus was threatening him. "Rufus what" he began but Rufus spoke over him loudly. "Dean, put that damn thing down!" Rufus' voice brought Samuel and Bobby in from the next room over and they both immediately drew their own weapons. "Dean put it down" Rufus repeated. "You are the least of my worries right now Rufus" Dean fired back, unable to get the image of the worm crawling free of his ear out of his mind.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy." Sam came rushing over, hands out, palms up, stepping between Dean and the other three. "Everyone calm down." "Not until he puts his gun down" Samuel argued. Dean switched the point of his gun from Rufus to Samuel. "Look, I'm not in the mood for whatever this is" he snarled. "I just had a 12-inch...Herpe crawl out of my ear." Sam blinked, glancing over his shoulder at Dean. "What?" "You heard me. I just woke up on the ground, just in time to see this – this...worm thing sliding out of my freaking ear and into that vent." Dean gestured with his gun-free hand. "So someone tell me what the hell's going on!" "You killed Gwen, that's what's going on." A furious Samuel took a step closer, his gun trained on Dean's heart beneath Sam's arm. All of the fight drained from Dean's posture, his gun dropping to one side. "We...we were just talking out in the hallway" he informed them. "That's the last thing I remember. That thing must have jumped me." Bobby lowered his own gun. "So, we're talking about, like, a monster that gets in you?" Dean nodded vigorously. "It's like a Khan worm on steroids!"

"You mean like a parasite, something that took over your body" Sam concluded in summary. Dean nodded again. "Worm crawls in you, worm crawls out." "Monster possession?" Rufus cocked an eyebrow, lowering his gun as well. "Well that's novel." Samuel had other ideas, continuing to focus his gun on Dean steadily. "Or that thing's still in you, and we can't trust a word that you're saying." Dean brought his own gun back up, pointing it sharply at Samuel. "It's not!" "Check your ear" Bobby instructed in an even tone, not giving away if he agreed with Samuel or Dean. "Check my ear for what" Dean demanded but before Bobby could answer, Rufus was stepping up to his side and sticking a finger in one ear. "Hey!" Dean backed away, rubbing at his ear. "Why don't you buy me a drink first" he deadpanned, feeling violated. "Second date" Rufus deadpanned right back, holding up the finger that had just been in Dean's ear to show some kind of black substance. "Oh yeah, we're goo positive." "What does that mean?" Dean whipped his head from Rufus to Bobby, repeating the question. "What does that mean?" "That means it was in you, all right" Rufus answered, pulling Dean's attention back to him. "Or it still is" Samuel accused once more. "It's NOT!" Dean pointed his gun at Samuel fiercely. "Ok, everyone give up your guns" Bobby ordered, grabbing a large burlap sack from a hook on the wall and holding it out. "What" Samuel, Sam, and Dean all bleated at the exact same time as though being asked for one of their arms instead. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, think about this for a second, Bobby" Rufus added in haste. "I AM thinking" Bobby promised, dropping his gun in first. "I'm thinking we don't know who is and who ain't got the damn Khan worm up inside his melon." "It's not in me" Dean insisted, keeping his gun trained on Samuel even though he hadn't been the one to speak. "I'm not saying it is" Bobby assured him patiently. "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 shook the bag invitingly. With his eyes on Samuel, Dean lowered his gun into the bag and took a step back. Sam and Rufus followed suit. All eyes found Samuel.

"You waiting for a handwritten invite, Campbell" Rufus inquired sarcastically. Scowling slightly, Samuel finally dropped his gun in the bag and Bobby knotted it closed. "Okay. We need some time to breathe, make a plan" he suggested, leading everyone else back into the room they'd just left and locking their gun bag in one of the lockers. "A plan" Samuel scoffed. "Based on?..." Bobby pulled his cell phone out of one pocket and flipped it open. "I'm gonna make a few phone calls, see if anybody ever heard of anything like this." "Hmm. Ditto." Rufus did the same. "Got a few trees I can shake." Samuel gave his head a little derisive shake and sank down into the nearest chair. Sam and Dean glanced at each other and then took the two chairs closest to the door so anyone who wanted to leave would have to pass them.

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 23:04:11 GMT -5

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-- "Bobby" --

"Well her name's Eve" came Allard's slurred, drunken voice over the phone. "Oh balls, Allard, I just told you that" Bobby snapped, hanging up on his last hope. "Well I got a dump truck full of bupkiss" he informed the room at large, disgruntled. Rufus opened his mouth but at that moment Samuel heaved himself out of his chair, making a move towards the door. Neither Rufus nor Bobby had to say or do anything, the Winchesters rose as one, blocking his path. "Relax. Bathroom break" Samuel explained with a wry smile. "So unless you want to hold it for me..." He brushed past the brothers, who glanced over at Rufus and Bobby, then at each other, and then followed Samuel.

"Nothing here, either." Rufus picked up on their halted conversation. "You call Willie?" Bobby rolled his eyes. "Of course. You think I'm an idjit?" Willie was the first person he'd called. "How about Raj" Rufus wanted to know next. Bobby gave his head a dismal shake. "Wouldn't talk to me." "Yeah, me neither" Rufus chuckled. "Okay, plan "B"." Bobby squared his shoulders. "Let's just go and grab the damn thing." "And then what exactly?" Rufus turned away from Bobby, pocketing his phone. Bobby sighed in frustration. "Well, we sit on our thumbs, or we go in guns blazing." Rufus turned back around sharply. "Like Omaha??" Bobby felt as though he'd swallowed a block of ice. "You know what? Screw you for bringing up Omaha" he snapped when he'd finally found his voice again. "That's just low."

Before either of them could say anything else, there was the sound of a loud bang from the corridor. Rufus and Bobby swapped an alarmed look. Bobby set his jaw.

"Well that can't be good news."

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 23:20:55 GMT -5

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Post by Dean Winchester on Dec 22, 2016 23:20:55 GMT -5

When Samuel came out of the bathroom, the boys were ready for him, waiting. Noticing their grim expressions, Samuel tried to walk past them, but they wouldn't budge. "What" he finally asked in exasperation. "Nothing." Dean crossed his arms. "I'm just wondering how you sleep at night." "Like a baby, thanks for asking" Samuel quipped dryly, trying once more to walk past. "You fed us to Crowley" Dean snapped, planting himself directly in Samuel's path, unyielding. "True, but what am I gonna do about it now" Samuel countered, unfazed. "Do I blame you for wanting to kill me? Of course not, Dean. What I did was..." He trailed off. Dean cocked an eyebrow waiting, but all Samuel finished the thought with was a bitter, "...but I'm not apologizing. I did what I did. I don't cry over spilled blood." "So you can really just go on like" Sam began incredulously, only to be interrupted by Samuel's scoff. "Just because you're Dr. Jekyll at the moment doesn't mean you can get all high and mighty on me. Don't forget, we spent a year together." Dean's stomach still churned at the thought of that and the memory of his soulless brother.

"Yeah, we did" Sam was agreeing with narrowed eyes. "We're blood. Family. And you still sold me out." "Oh please, trust me kid, what I did pales in comparison to what you did, and on more than one occasion" Samuel countered flatly. Sam shrugged and stepped closer. "Alright fine, tell me what I did." Dean's heart skipped a beat. "No. Sam, come on." He placed himself between the two Sam's, resting a flat palm on his brother's chest until the younger Winchester had backed off. Then he turned to face Samuel with a none too pleasant expression. "The only reason you're alive right now is because we're working a job. The minute we kill this thing...you're next" he threatened with every intention of following through.

An odd little smile played at Samuel's lips. "Ok. Well we'll just see about that." As one of his hands subtly reached towards his pocket, the boys might have been too late to save themselves from the gun he pulled but at the last second, Dean noticed a drop of black goo leaking out of his ear and was able to rush forward, grabbing Samuel's gun-toting hand and angling it upwards so that the shot ringing out pierced the ceiling rather than one of their skulls. Samuel backhanded Dean, causing him to stumble backwards, disoriented, before taking off in the opposite direction. "We heard a shot" Bobby shouted, he and Rufus running up. "It's Samuel!" Dean took off after his brother who was already hot on Samuel's trail. Grandfather or not, he was going to kill that guy.

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...And Then There Were None. // Dean // Dec 22, 2016 23:30:20 GMT -5

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Post by NPC on Dec 22, 2016 23:30:20 GMT -5

-- "Bobby" --

"I'm gonna be needing my gun back now Bobby" Rufus remarked as the two of them stared after the departing Winchesters. Bobby's rebuttal of "you think" was coated with heavy sarcasm. "Come on, let's go."

The pair of them rushed back to the room where the guns were stashed and Bobby used an old crowbar that was lying around to snap the padlock, returning Rufus' gun and taking his own, placing the brothers' guns on the table. "Hey, don't feel bad Bobby" Rufus began in a way that told Bobby uncategorically whatever he said next was going to be heaped with sarcasm. And he was right. "You know, it was a good plan...except for the part where a monster would definitely, definitely not give up all his weapons." Bobby scowled.

"Shut up."

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