Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

I changed my mind on skipping it altogether because there were certain things that set up for the new season. However, there is a large portion missing in the middle-the scenes in the demon bar with Isaac and Tamara through the interrogation of Wrath. It will be noted in the story. The rest is kind of an overview of what needs to be said before the next episode.

The Magnificent Seven

She was fairly certain Dean was developing a bipolar disorder. One minute he wouldn't take his eyes or his hands off her, the next he was acting like she wasn't even there. Now he was in solo mode as they pulled up the rock driveway of a country house to meet up with Bobby. He may have found some sort of demon activity which would make sense since the gate to hell had been opened five days ago. Problem was everything was quiet on the demon front.

They parked in front of Bobby's car and walked over to him, Dean was busy devouring a sandwich.

"So we're eating Bacon Cheeseburgers for breakfast are we?" Bobby asked, it was a fatherly tone.

Dean shrugged. "Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live. I ain't sweatin' the cholesterol."

Kayla and Sam both looked at him; she wished he wouldn't make jokes like that. It wasn't funny.

Sam tried to be productive. "So what do we have? A biblical plague or something?"

"I don't know yet, could be."

Dean pounded on the front door and yelled "Candy gram!" as loud as he could through a mouthful of food. When there was no answer he picked the lock. The smell as they stepped in was overwhelming. A horrid, rotten smell that went straight to the stomach.

"That's definitely not a good sign." Dean covered his mouth as they began a search of the house.

Kayla split off with Bobby and went through the kitchen. It was a mess for sure; plates of food sitting out, now spoiled and growing mold. Though it was apparent no one had touched it for awhile, the amount of piled dishes and open boxes of food told her that cleanliness wasn't on their list of virtues to begin with.

Bobby let out a gasp as he went into the living room and she rushed in behind him. She nearly gagged with the rest of them; the guys had found the source of the smell. Three corpses sit on the couch, completely void of nutrients. It looked as if the life had literally been sucked out of them. Gross.

"Check for sulfur." Dean stated calmly and went to the window. Moments later a quiet movement was heard on the porch and he motioned them to circle the area. He saw Kayla take off for the front door and cut in front of her, ignoring the annoyed look as he took the lead.

It was too quiet outside. He motioned for Kayla to stay inside before walking quietly along the porch. Suddenly he was blindsided by the butt of a shotgun as it slammed into his face, chest, and then the face again. Damn. He tumbled back onto the ground. As his head stopped spinning he heard the metallic click of Kayla's gun and saw her standing behind the two strangers. Bet she was glad he went first.

Bobby came from the other side of the porch. "Isaac? Tamara?"

The two looked at him, pleasantly surprised. "Bobby? What the hell are you doing here?" The woman spoke in some hot accent.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Bobby!" The man grinned and reached out to shake his hand, Dean swore he heard Kayla snicker.

She approached him with a smirk and held her hand out. He took it and pulled up. "You're bleeding a little bit there sweetheart, we should get you cleaned up."