It had only been a few days later, after Sam had gone back to Kansas, that she got a call from him to come right away. He didn't give specifics, but it sounded rather serious.
"What's happened and why couldn't I be told on the phone?" She asked, walking into the Bunker.
Mary, Dean and Sam were sat at the map table. Mary had the face of a scolded child.
"You wanna tell her or should we?" Dean asked her.
Mary sighed, getting up from her seat to properly address the Dark Angel.
"I've been working with the British Men of Letters. The case that led to Ramiel was one they'd assigned me to."
Eden visibly tensed up. She looked passed Mary to Sam.
"You should've told me on the phone." She growled, looking back to the mother. "Pigeon almost died – the boys almost died. Hell, I don't even care that you sent me in barely healed – couldn't give a single crap. But, you put my boys in danger without telling us the full story."
"I know..." Mary hung her head.
"Was it worth it? Did you get everything you'd hoped for? Were they satisfied with your work?" Eden continued.
"No, I- they didn't tell me that it was Ramiel we were after. I never would've included any of you if they'd said that." The woman protested.
Eden looked over at Sam again, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You should've told me on the bloody phone." She repeated, storming off towards the corridors.
The next thing they hear is the slam of a door and several gunshots coming from what sounded like – or rather, what they hoped was – the shooting range.
"You should probably go before she sees you again." Sam said to his mother, getting up from his seat.

"The bloody nerve of that woman." Eden hissed, firing three more rounds into the already obliterated target at the other end of the room. "Friggin' women. No wonder I always end up surrounding myself with bloody men. Less tossing drama."
"Hey..." Sam stood in the doorway, plugging his ears as she shot a few more rounds, emptying the clip. "You okay?"
Eden let out a vocalised sigh, dropping the gun down on the table in front of her before wandering over to hug his waist.
"I should be asking you that. She's your mother." She mumbled.
Sam wrapped his arms around her shoulders, resting his chin on her head.
"Dare I say I've almost been expecting this? She said she needed space, but as Dean said before you got here, clearly she just needed space from us." He uttered.
"That's not how parenting works. You put your kids first, yourself later. No exceptions." She retorted, sighing again. "Not until you're in an old people's home and can't pee by yourself, anyway."
Sam let out a soft chuckle.
"Yeah, well, it can't be helped, you know? Have you fed since Vamp Town?" Eden shook her head. "Well, no wonder you blew up on her like that. Come on, let's get you something to drink."

That night, the first night they'd spent together in too long, Sam was having nightmares again. He tossed and turned so much that it woke Eden up. She sighed, pressing her fingertips to his temple.
Images flashed. The Cage, Lucifer, Mary, a tiny cell Eden presumed to be the one he and Dean had been kept in by the Secret Service...
"Damn it, Sam..." She whispered. "Why don't you talk to me about these things?"
She focused her energy, fixating on transferring his nightmare to her brain, losing consciousness just as Sam's body released its tension.

Four days and two nightmares later, Eden walked into the War room with her glass of blood just as Dean left with a slam of the Bunker door.
"What's his problem?" She frowned, moving to sit next to Sam at the map table.
"He's still pissed about mom. He doesn't wanna talk about it and he's chosen to take it out on me because I think we should reach out to her and discuss it like adults." He replied, picking up his phone. "I got a text from her." He frowned.
"Saying?" Eden pressed, sipping her blood.
"She says we need to meet, that it's urgent."
"I'm guessing by the look on your face that you're going." She cocked a brow. "Need me to stay here, or..?"
"No, I want you with me." Sam shook his head, gesturing to the glass in her hand. "Finish up and get dressed."

Eden had taken to dressing a little more like Elizabeth in recent days, opting for a black tank top, skinnies, combat boots and leather trench coat.
They drove to an address Mary had given them – an old military building, by the looks of things.
Mary was waiting outside for them by a security gate.
"Thanks for coming." She said as they got out of the car.
"What's so urgent?" Sam asked coldly, tucking his hands into the pockets of his navy blue jacket.
"Sam, I messed up." She sighed. "I know I messed up. But, what the British Men of Letters are doing- this is bigger than us. We've got a real shot here."
"A shot at what?" Sam shook his head.
"A world without monsters – a world where you and Dean don't have to hunt. Where you can have normal lives. You told me about your plans with Eden? Well, you can have that with what these guys are doing." She told him.
"I chose this life." Sam replied.
"I know." Mary nodded. "But, you were going to school – to college. I get why you gave it up. But, what if you didn't have to? What if there was a different future for you - for us? That's why I'm doing this; that is what I'm fighting for. I am not trying to recruit you, but you need to know. Things are changing." As she spoke, she backed away, placing her hand on the security pad to her right, opening the large wired gate behind her. "Please, just let me show you."

They walked into the colossal building, where dozens of storage containers-turned-temporary corridors sat in the middle of the structure.
Everything inside seemed very white, pristine.
"It's, uh, just in here." Mary said, nodding to her right as she led them through the makeshift halls.
She led them into a sort of control hub. All around were screens, digitised maps of the world and other vital pieces of information. On the opposite side of the room were a couple of glass-clad offices – one in which, Mick Davies was sat. In the centre of the hub was a large, rectangular table with fancy, grey, wheeled chairs. All Eden could think was that it basically just looked like a 21st century version of the Bunker.
"Things have certainly gone up in the world since my day." She commented.
"Believe it or not, this is just their temporary base." Mary told them. "The Brits talk like they're roughing it."
"Sam Winchester and Eden Smythe." Mick walked over with a smile, glancing to Mary. "You didn't tell me your son and his missus were stopping by."
"Didn't know I had to." Mary replied.
"Anyway." The man held out a hand to Sam. "Welcome."
Sam simply looked away, leaving Mick to huff quietly and put his hand back down.
"Yeah, um, you know what? I really dig the whole 'low budget Mission Impossible' vibe, but we're gunna head back." Sam said, glancing to his mother and then Eden.
"You sure?" Mick asked. "You're just in time for the briefing."
"Mick." Mary's tone was a warning one.
"I mean, that is if you wanna hear how we're gunna exterminate every last Vampire in America." The man continued.
"So long as you leave Banner Elk, North Carolina alone, I'm all ears." Eden cocked a brow.
"Yes, we heard about your little community. Nice little set up you've got there." Mick nodded. "But, I'm afraid we can't take any chances."
"Any and all Vampire turning go through me first and are only even thought about in dyer situations. We haven't had a Human murder within our community for as long as I've been there and any rule-breaking is punishable by death. How's that for chances?" Eden frowned. "If you or your bosses have a problem with that, feel free to bloody nuke me to try and stop me from protecting them."
"Let's... Maybe not talk about nuking anybody." Sam gave a nervous, breathy chuckle, putting a hand on Eden's upper arm. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
Eden gave one last warning glare to Mick before turning and walking towards the door.
"I do hope you're not about to tell me wiping out Vamp Town would be a good idea." She mumbled.
"No, of course not. I've seen how you do things there and honestly, it amazes me. If I thought any of them were a liability, I'd wipe them out, myself. Hell, you'd help me." Sam told her. "But, we also know that Banner Elk is the likely the only place of its kind on Earth. So, maybe hearing a method to take out the Vampires who won't play by the rules may not be a bad idea. Let's just hear what they have to say and then we can negotiate later. From what I've heard, they'd rather you were with them than against them, so getting your way is a possibility."
Eden huffed, crossing her arms as she looked at Mick bustling about the place in preparation for the briefing.
"Fine. But only because you seem open to it and I'm your ride home." She gave him a small hint of a smirk.
"That's my girl." Sam chuckled. "Or, my 'missus', as Mick said."
"Yeah, that's a British thing. Don't look too much into it." Eden scratched the nape of her neck awkwardly, walking off with him back to Mary's side.

"Before we get started, we've got a few new faces." Mick said, standing at the head of the table on the opposite side of the room to Eden and the Winchesters. He gestured to a large man in a turquoise shirt sat at the table. "This is Pierce Moncrieff, a Hunter out of Baton Rouge. Pierce, meet Alton Morehead, our head of 'R and D' – weapons development, spell work, that sort of thing. And Serena Colman, our Head of Security and Surveillance." He gestured to a man sat at the table and woman stood behind him with her hands behind her back as Mary sat down. "And, of course, you know Mary Winchester, her son, Sam. And next to him is the oldest and longest standing name in the British Men of Letters payroll – Eden Smythe."
"Yeah, thanks for that, Mick." Eden rolled her eyes. "I just prefer Eden, if you don't mind."
"Fair enough." Mick nodded. "Please, you two. Plenty of seats."
"We're fine." Sam replied, rocking on the balls of his feet, looking to Eden who nodded.
"Right then, let's begin." Mick sighed, sitting down in the middle of the table on the left hand side to the Winchester and Eden.
The Head of Security, Serena, took her place by the screens on the far side of the room.
"As most of you know, Phase One of Project V is nearly complete. Over the past months, we've focused our efforts on the NWR." She started.
"Midwest Region." Mary informed the two newcomers.
"When we started our operation, there were two hundred and forty-one Vampires active across twelve states. We've killed all but eleven." As Serena spoke, she pulled up some fancy ocular guides on the screens, displaying the whereabouts of the eleven remaining Vampires.
"Wait, what?" Sam narrowed his eyes. "Seriously? How?"
"You American Hunters tend to see Vampires as criminals, rogues. One gets out of line, you show up, lop off its head and leave town. We treat them more like terrorists." Serena told him.
Alton cleared his throat, stopping the woman from going further.
"Vampires may typically hunt alone or in small nests. But scratch the surface and they're all connected, from the lowest drone all the way up the chain to the top." He said.
"To the Alpha." Sam nodded, earning a hum of agreement from the man.
"When we find a nest, we don't just charge in a la John Wayne, guns a-blazing." Mick spoke up. "We wait, we watch."
"We determine the size of the nest, its relationships to other Vampire groups." Serena added.
"They tend to trade amongst themselves – information, victims." Alton continued.
"We're constantly expanding and refining our intelligence." Serena nodded. "And, when we've learned all we can, we go, we assemble a team-"
"And wipe them out." Mary finished.
Eden scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Is something funny?" Alton asked.
"Hm? Oh, nothing. Except for you've missed a rather large detail from your so-called intelligence." The Dark Angel smirked.
"Please, enlighten us." Mick waved his hand.
Eden glanced to Sam before moving towards Serena and Alton.
"Vampires come in three stages." She began. "Stage three, the ones who rip your throat out and opt not to ask questions later. Stage two, the ones who ask their questions and will then most likely kill you. Both of those kinds are the most common, yes – having a full face of fangs and a rather nasty attitude."
"What about stage one?" Pierce spoke up for the first time.
"I'm very glad you asked." Eden smirked, turning it into a teeth-baring grin, revealing her fangs. The Hunter shot back in horror, quickly looking confused when he saw he was the only one doing so. Eden looked to the two Brits next to her. "Good. I'm glad you read my file. Stage one are the ones like me – the rarest kind, but not impossible to find if you're not a complete moron like some I could apparently note in this very room. We have only two canine fangs and live purely on blood bags. Our senses are heightened more than your average Vampire, we're faster, stronger and... I made them, as opposed to my mother; Eve. Any of my Vampires who make others, the results may be a little hit and miss – they could be stage one like us or they could be stage two or three, it all depends on their personality traits. Those prone to a more addictive lifestyle are far more likely to become stage two or three as their addictions are also heightened. What, pray tell, will you be doing with the stage one Vampires – my Vampires, who have done no wrong and keep to themselves?"
Serena looked to Mick for answers.
"We'll discuss this later. But for now, I'll say that we can't exactly do a dental check on every Vampire we come across. It's too risky. Therefore, all Vampires will be wiped out. If I can help it, I shall try my best to avoid your community in North Carolina." Mick replied.
Eden gave him a short-lived glare and a reluctant nod, returning to her position next to Sam.
"Anyway..." Serena spoke up again. "All the remaining NWR Vampires have bunkered up in an abandoned building near Wichita – The Morest Hotel. They think they're safe."
"We've got the AVD locked and loaded." Mary stated.
"AVD?" Eden frowned.
"Anti-Vamp Device." Alton replied.
"What makes it so... Anti-Vamp?" The Dark Angel pressed.
"It re-writes their DNA so that their own blood is toxic to them." Mary told her. "Though, I'm not entirely sure what it'd do to you... If anything. Probably best to stay away, though, just to be on the safe side."
Eden's brows raised, glancing to Sam, who sighed.
"Tomorrow, we ship out, raid the compound and complete Phase One." Mick said.
"And then we move on to the rest of the country." Mary finished, looking up at her son and Eden. "By the time we're done, there won't be a single bloodsucker left in America." Eden gave her a look. "A single bloodsucker who feeds on people."
"What do you do for blood in your quaint little town?" Serena asked.
"A portion of our supply comes from blood banks, paid off quite nicely. The other portion comes from the internet. You'd be surprised at just how many Twilight fans there are out there willing to give a little donation. Of course, they think it's for some kinky game or whatever. But, they're more than happy to give all the same – especially when they have student loans to pay off." Eden replied. "I chose that route because we – as a community – understand that blood banks have their limits and there are Humans out there who need that blood to survive. We're awfully considerate like that, you see."
Everyone in the room besides Sam gave an understanding nod.
"Right, on that note, that concludes our briefing. Everyone get to work." Mick huffed, getting up from his seat.
Pierce walked over to the Winchesters and Eden as Mary stood.
"Damn, Sam Winchester. Rufus told me all about you." He said with an almost fanatic-like grin. "See, him and me worked a case together down the Atchafalaya."
"I heard." Sam nodded.
"I tell ya, sure do miss that crotchety old son of a bitch." Pierce continued.
"Pierce? Mary? A question." Alton ushered them over from the other side of the room.
As the pair walked off, Mick approached the remaining two.
"So? Thoughts on our little operation?" He asked, doing up the button on his royal blue suit. Sam gave a small sigh. "Mm-hmm. And our team?"
"Serena and Alton seem smart. Pierce..." Sam scoffed, shaking his head. "You know he calls himself 'The Hunter King of Baton Rouge'?"
"I do, unfortunately." Mick replied.
"A buddy of mine knew him. They worked together. Once." Sam continued, turning to Eden. "Did you ever meet Rufus?"
"Twice, back in the day. John was off on his lone wolf routine or teaching Dean, so Bobby, Rufus and I took a couple of cases." Eden nodded. "He was a good man."
"Shame he couldn't be here today to see all these plans coming to fruition." Mick said.
"He would've hated this. No matter how easy or promising you make it sound." Eden glared.
"Right, you see, truth is," Mick sighed, looking to Sam. "Your mother excepted, we've struggled to attract the, uh, top shelf of American Hunters. Like you two."
"So you think, if you recruit us, the others will fall in line?" Eden scoffed. "They're a lot smarter than you seem to give them credit for."
"Oh, I don't doubt it. Which is why I think they'll do exactly that. They see the famous Winchesters and their companion join us, well, something must've riled those legends up – peaked their attention. The other Hunters will be begging for a spot at the big league table." Mick shrugged, his voice exuding confidence.
Eden rolled her eyes as Mary walked over. The other people in the room were beginning to load up on weapons and various other pieces of gear.
"Sam, this is why I asked you to come." His mother said as they circled the table. "Even if you want no part of it, you needed to know."
"So, it wasn't a sales pitch?" Sam countered. "'Cause it was a good one."