Huntress

Part 14: Pick a Side

"Please...just hear me out..." Mary begs, her eyes were stern.

You raised an eyebrow at her, not saying anything.

"What they're doing...what we're doing it's better. The British Men Of Letters are...well, loo I'm not blind to who they are and what they've done." She looked at you when she said that.
"When?" Your Dad asked, clenching his jaw.
"When....when did you start working with them?"
"Before the lakehouse...It wasn't Wally who gave me the case, it was them." Mary looked down.
"Cas nearly died!" Uncle Dean shouted at her.
"I know..."
"Another Hunter died." Dad added.
"I know. I was the one who burned his body, who told his wife... I see him die every night."
"Good."

"I'm playing three decades of catch-up here." Mary argued, turning the subject back to herself.
"We're not!" Uncle Dean snapped. "We're your sons, you have a granddaughter for Gods sake!"

"I'm not just a Mom. And you are not a child." Mary spoke through gritted teeth.
"I never was." Uncle Dean changed his tone back to a quieter and calmer voice.

"You've made your choice, Mary." You looked up when he used her real name "The doors there."

With that Uncle Dean stepped out of the room, no doubt to his own.

You stood up with your Dad, both watching as he turned the corner.

"Sam..." Mary whispered.

"You should go."

"Y/N..."

Dad turned to leave, but stopped to see your response, hovering in the doorway.

You gulped, not sure what to say. You didn't trust them at all. Hell, you lived with them, you were raised among them and you still didn't know half of what goes on. But you didn't hate them.
They weren't fair, kind or honest, but they were good at what they did.

"Please, you know more than any of us about the British Men Of Letters. Am I doing the right thing?" She asked, begging for someone to assure her.

Uncle Dean crept back, standing behind Dad to see what you'd say.

You avoided everyone's gaze "The way they see it," You spoke slowly and quietly "If you're working with em, then you trust em. So you can't turn back now. Don't mess up. Cause I ain't gonna be there to clean the stab wound in your back."

"I'm fed up of this whole peace maker crap!" Uncle Dean's voice made you slow down as you headed towards the main room. "You're always playing the middle, for once just pick a side!"
He stormed out, almost walking into you. "You're quiet when you move, anyone ever tell you that?"
You found it hard to know whether or not he was joking, but smiled awkwardly none the less. "I'm outta here." Uncle Dean mumbled, walking away.

"He seems happy." You sarcastically noticed, walking in on your Dad. Dad placed his phone screen-down on the table, cleared his throat and smiled at you. "Hey, Y/N. You okay?"
"Mmhmm. What're you doing?" You nodded towards his phone.
"I'm not texting anyone!"
"You know, it works better if I accuse you first." You smirked.

Dad looked down, sighing. "Mom."

"Eh?"

"I was texting Mom. She uh," He picked his phone up and showed you the screen "She wants to meet. Say's it's urgent."

"Yeah, I got that." You hold your screen up tom showing the exact same text.

He frowned, nodding slowly. "Okay...should we go?"

You sighed "I guess."

Dad pulled the car up, stopping in front of some sort of giant gate where Mary stood the other side. It looked a lot like one of their old temporary base camps they had scattered around the counties back in England.