Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

001. BRITISH MEN OF LETTERS

Sam and Nathan are chained to chairs while Libby is kept standing, her arms chained above her head. Libby is already awake, groaning in pain from the uncomfortable feeling around her wrists and her gunshot wound.

A woman presses a cattle prod to Sam, him waking up with a scream. She does the same to an also unconscious Nathan who wakes up with a yell. He tries to move, but is refrained from doing so by the chains.

"Be good boys." Ms. Watt tells them.

"You." Sam glares at Toni as she walks down the stairs. Toni sits down at a table and pulls out a book and ben, taking the cap off.

"Now. Let's begin." Toni says.

"Toni Bevell, London Chapterhouse." Sam recalls.

"That's right." Toni says.

"So, you're what? You're, uh, English Men of Letters?" Sam asks.

"British." Toni corrects.

"What the hell is the difference supposed to be?" Nathan quietly asks Sam.

"I'll explain later." Sam mumbles. "Where are we?" He asks Toni.

"Does it matter?" Toni asks.

"Just wondering how far I'm gonna have to walk back to town after I kill you. And her. But you first." Sam says.

"Yes, well, before you murder us all, we do have a few questions about you, your brother, your daughter, your niece, the boy, hunters in America, and how you saved the sun." Toni states.

"Right. You shoot us, kidnap us, leave my niece for dead, but, yeah, happy to help." Sam says sarcastically.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Sam. Any of you. You gave me no choice." Toni says.

"We didn't even touch you." Nathan says, nodding to Libby.

"Well, you protected the psychic. That was your own fault." Toni states. Nathan lets out a low growl, fighting against the chains.

"I could say it was never supposed to go this way, but you Winchesters are... you. It was always going to go this way." Toni states.

"And you know me?" Sam asks.

"We do. We've been watching you and your family for years. Ever since you almost ended the world the first time. We knew all about Lucifer, the angels falling. Ophelia's powers." Toni lists.

"Then where were you?" Sam asks.

"Fair question. See, some of us wanted to get involved, but the old men wouldn't allow it. Thought we were overstepping our bounds. After all this business with the darkness, even they have to agree, things need to change. And while you might not believe this, Sam, we're here to help."

"Yeah, no, I-I can tell." Sam remarks.

"That's why you're going around and shooting kids." Nathan mutters.

"I want to apologize for locking you three up. You're dangerous -- to others and yourself -- but if you answer my questions, you walk right out that door. I promise." Toni says.

"Pass." Sam says.

"Hell no." Libby argues.

"You can kiss my ass." Nathan states.

"You can ask me any kind of question you want. The answer's gonna be the exact same -- screw you. You want to get mad? You want to get mean? I've been tortured by the Devil himself. So you? You're just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me?"

Toni caps the pen, nodding to Ms. Watts. She turns water on, a house leading to a point that's right above Sam's head and water pours down on him.

"A cold shower? That's your play?" Sam asks. After a bit, Sam starts to shiver. "Screw you."