To Ketch a Winchester @mystic75
Chapter 10

"Did mom sound off to you, Sam", Dean asked as they flew down the dark highway toward the bunker.

"What do you mean off?", Sam replied staring out the window into the darkness. "She said she wanted us to meet her back at the bunker. And she sounded scared."

"No, Sammy, that's not it." Dean shook his head, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "I can't put my finger on it, but something is wrong. I can feel it." Sam stared at Dean's face, watching the muscles in his jaw flex with anxiety. He had hunted with Dean long enough to know when Dean said something was wrong, Sam should listen. He'd come to trust his brother's instincts.

"What... what do you think it is?", Sam whispered. He wasn't sure that he wanted to know. His heart started to race and he had to wipe his sweaty palms on his jeans.

"I wish I knew, Sammy", Dean murmured softly. "I really wish I knew." The brothers were silent all the rest of the way home, neither wanting to admit that they were afraid. By the time they reached the bunker, they could feel the stress pouring off each other in waves. When they got out of the car, they headed toward the bunker at a dead sprint and when they reached the top of the landing over the war room, they were both panting.

"Hello boys", a voice called out from down by the large map table. Dean and Sam looked over the railing and saw Mary sitting at the table with a bottle of Jack and three glasses sitting in front of her.

"MOM?", Dean and Sam responded in unison. Forgetting their fears, both men flew down the stairs and ran to their mother hugging her together. Mary stiffened in their arms and they could feel her tense up. Dean pulled away and looked at Mary's face with concern.

"Mom? What's wrong?", Dean whispered. Mary stared back at him, a hint of fear behind her stoic expression. "Is it Ketch? Mom, that guys bad new! They all are!" Her face softened and she smiled, tho the smile didn't seem to reach her eyes.

"No, Sweetheart!", Mary laughed. "I'm fine. I just... I need to talk to you two." Mary moved toward the table and sat down, gesturing toward the other side of the table for them to sit across from her. "Please. I'll pour us a drink and we can talk." Sam and Dean moved to the other side and sat down. Both of them shared the same look of trepidation.

"What is it, mom?", Sam whispered. "You sounded so scared on the phone. He looked at her with those puppy dog eyes but all Mary could see was a monster with sharp teeth. She desperately tried to keep from trembling and force the smile back on her face. She had to remind herself that this was the only way to destroy the monsters and keep them from hurting anymore innocent people.

"I'm sorry that I scared you, Sam." Mary poured them each a glass and handed it to them. "I know that in my last voice mail I said there was a problem and that must have terrified you. But, it was all just a big misunderstanding. Everything's alright now." The smile faltered for a moment, but Mary caught herself quickly.

"Mom, what's going on?", Dean asked with a layer of suspicion in his voice. She was hiding something and it was starting to piss him off. "What aren't you telling us?" The smile withered and died on Mary's face and was replaced by fear.

"I..."

"They know you so well, Mary!", that snarky British voice called from somewhere behind her. The brother's leaped to their feet, drawing their guns, not knowing even where to point them. Ketch strolled out from the hallway leading to the bedrooms with his gun raised, pointing it at Mary. "I'll thank you to drop your guns before I splatter your dear mother's brains all over the table." Sam and Dean looked at each other for a long moment, communicating silently. Dean swallowed loudly and nodded at his brother. Slowly they lowered their weapons and dropped them on the floor. They were immediately grabbed from behind by men that seemed to come from nowhere. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs and they were pushed down to their knees.

"Ketch, you son of a bitch! Let our mother go!", Dean snarled as Ketch walked up behind Mary, still sitting at the table. Ketch smiled as he stopped just behind her.

"Dean, you seem to be under the impression that I am holding sweet Mary against her will." Ketch pressed up against her from behind and cupped her chin, rubbing back and forth over her skin softly. "Nothing could be further from the truth." Mary closed her eyes and leaned into his hand when he moved it over her cheek. "Mary is with me because she wants to be. She's mine now."

"Mom?!", Dean breathed, his eyes full of hurt. "What's he talking about?"

"Arthur protects me from the monsters", Mary murmured with her eyes still closed as Ketch continued to stroke her face. "He keeps me safe..." Mary opened her eyes and shot a look of sheer hate at Dean. "From you."

"Mom?", Sam croaked. "Why... why are saying this?" He was almost in tears by this point. "We're your s-sons!"

"You're monsters!", Mary spat, standing up. "I don't have any sons!" Mary turned and wrapped her arms around Ketch's waist and nuzzled his neck.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO OUR MOTHER, YOU SICK FUCK!", Dean screamed. Ketch just chuckled, rubbing the side of his gun over Mary's ass. Dean had to look away before he threw up.

"All I did was help Mary see the truth", Ketch said with a smirk.

"And what truth is that?", Dean growled.

"The truth that you... you American hunters... are the REAL monsters." He spat the words at Dean like they were poison. Ketch sneered down at him with disgust like Dean was shit on the bottom of his shoe.

"Mom?", Dean called out dejectedly. "It's me. It's Dean! And Sam! Your boys!" Mary turned her head and looked at him over her shoulder. Tears rolled down Dean's face and his lower lip was trembling. "Come on, Mom, you know us!" Mary turned around completely and stared down at him, her jaw twitching.

"I don't have any children, you blood sucking freak!", Mary seethed. "You're trying to trick me!"

"Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester. We... we're named after your parents, Deanna and S-Samuel." Dean's voice was thick with emotion and he was struggling to get the words out. "W-when I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice s-soup, because that's what your mom made y-you. And... and instead of a lullaby, you would sing "H-hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song."

"I...I don't believe it. No." Mary was shaking in Ketch's arms and barely holding herself up.

"I was born January 24th, 1979 and you always said that angels were watching over me!" Mary was panting and clutching onto Ketch, trying to stay on her feet. "Then on May 2nd, 1983, Sam came along." Dean looked at Sam, but he was staring down at the floor, sobbing.

"This has gone on long enough!", Ketch cut in. "It's been fun strolling down memory lane, but it's time to be done with this!" Ketch felt Mary tense up in his arms and he looked down to see her looking at him over her shoulder.

"Memories?", Mary asked in confusion. "What memories?" When Ketch realized that he had slipped up, he looked away, swallowing hard.

"Mary, I..."

"No, Ketch!", Mary snapped, cutting him off. "I want the truth! Are... are these boys m-my sons?!" Ketch didn't answer and Mary knew. Knew that Ketch had done something terrible to her. To her mind. "What did you do to me?!", Mare growled backing away from him and into the table. Ketch's expression suddenly became malicious and he stalked slowly after her.

"I fixed you, Mary", Ketch purred. "Made you better." He was pressing against her with his palms flat on the table on either side of her, caging her in. "You were a good hunter, Mary. I made you a GREAT killer!" Mary put her hands on Ketch's chest and tried to shove him away, but it was like pushing on a brick wall.

"MOM!", Dean bellowed. "GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" Dean lunged toward the table, but he was yanked back and pushed down on his belly with a knee on the back of his neck, holding him down.

"STOP THIS! PLEASE!", Sam cried, tears pouring down his face. He struggled to get up, but he seemed defeated and didn't put up much of a fight. He knew it was pointless to fight while he was handcuffed and being held down. But what happened next, would change Sam's mind about what was pointless.

"Mary, Mary, Mary...", Ketch moaned, pushing his nose against the side of her face. He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head to the side so he could get at her neck. "It doesn't matter whether they're your sons or not. They will die." Mary brought her knee up, trying to catch him in the groin, but Ketch was fast and pushed it back down with his free hand. His hand stayed on her leg and he slowly slid it up to cup her sex over her jeans. He jerked on her hair painfully.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU BASTARD!", Mary groaned through gritted teeth. She was trying hard not to show any pain. She knew that he would see that as weakness.

"No, I don't think so!", Ketch hissed angrily. "I think you and your boys need to learn just who is control here!" Ketch grabbed her by the arm, spun her around and shoved her face down on the table.

"NO!", Sam screeched, struggling hard this time. "MOM! NO!" He couldn't let this happen. It took a blow to the back of his head with the butt of an assault rifle to quiet him down. Dean continued to buck under the two men attempting to hold him down.

"Get Dean up! I don't want him to miss the lesson!" Dean was hauled back to his knees and put in a head lock by one of the men behind him.

"I'LL KILL YOU!", Dean snarled, saliva dripping from his mouth like a feral animal. "YOU'LL DIE SCREAMING!" Ketch just smirked at the seething man as he unbuckled his belt, holding her down by the hair with his other hand.

"Pay close attention everyone! I'm about to take the Winchesters to school!"

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