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Part three - Angel douchebag

Sam and Dean slowly regain consciousness, looking at their surroundings. They try to get up but quickly find out they're tied to chairs in opposite directions.

"Sam? Sammy, you okay?"

"Doing great." Sam's sarcastic reply makes Dean let out a sigh of relief. If he was well enough to make jokes, he was well enough to try and get out of these ropes.

"You're awake," both men's attention snaps to the door and they see Mary making her way to them.

Sam takes in the place for the first time and almost immediately recognizes what is it. The beige walls with stacks of books everywhere, control panel and demon traps in every pet of the room. This is one of the bunkers that the Men of Letters had built.

"Is this—"

"A Men of Letter's hideout like yours? Yes. I'm glad you noticed, maybe it'll make Dean finally stop praying to Castiel. He can't hear you."

Dean groans and rugs at the ropes, "You bitch—"

"We've established that, yes." Her voice isn't as sweet as Mel's, they notice, it's rougher. Still soft, but it has more edge to it, like she doesn't want to be doing this, not enjoying it.

"Why are we here, Mary?" Sam says softly. He can sense that if one of the girls didn't want to do this, it'd be her. She could get them out of here. "We didn't leave your mother, whoever told you that is a liar. Besides, this happened 4 years ago, why are you coming to us about it now?"

"Here's why I think you're lying to me, Sam," she stepped closer to him, putting a hand on the chair so she can lean on it a little, closer to him, "your grandfather came and had a little chat with me and Mel last night, quite the charmer, and more than ready to sell you two out."

"What? Samuel is dead."

"Yeah, you all have a knack for dodging reapers. Anyways, he came and talked to us, told all us all about your adventures together a couple of years back. You even left your own brother for dead, you let him turn into a vampire, which really is harder to believe than my parent's story because I thought you two loved each other." She shrugs, moving away from the chair, "but if that's what you're into, I guess."

"What are you talking about?"

Dean intervenes, "Damn it, woman, he didn't have a soul."

"He what?" Her expression did a full one-eighty as she walked over to Dean's side to hear his story. She knows if Mel could see her right now she's yell at her for listening to them, but she's not like her sister. She needs to know the truth from all sides.

"Sam he... I don't know why we're telling you this, you and your sister—"

"Have you in a hideout where we could leave you for dead. Tell me."

"Son of a bitch," he mutters under his breath and she lets him regain his words for a moment before he sighs and keeps going, "Sam stopped the apocalypse by throwing himself into this dungeon thing that Lucifer was trapped in with Lucifer in him. Cass got him out but couldn't bring his soul with him so Sam was walking around for the better half of two years soulless. He did some pretty awful things and he's trying to make up for it, but you can't hold that against him."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Where were you?" She asks, her voice vastly softer than it was before and it gives both of the boys hope.

"I don't even remember what you're talking about, I wasn't there. I didn't see Sam except a year after he was out."

She nods once then takes a deep breath before landing a punch to Dean's face. Which really is a shame because she's learned to like it so much, not that that matters to her. She keeps going, blow after blow. Sam starts yelling at her to stop while he tugs in his ropes.