Chapter 07 - Family Matters

Addison sits on the bed farthest away from where an unconscious Sam was tied up. Dean was sitting in a chair close to Addison. Castiel was standing near Sam. After knocking Sam out, Dean and Addison had dragged him back to the motel room. Neither of them had said much since leaving Veritas' house. Sam groans and the angel leans in close. "You're right. He looks terrible," Castiel comments. He glances at Dean. "You did this?"

Sam blinks and leans back. "Cas?" He tries lifting his arms only to find his hands tied. Castiel grabs Sam's face and forces open an eye. "Let me go."

"Has he been feverish," Castiel asks and Sam frowns in confusion.

"Have you," Dean coldly asks Sam.

"No," Sam replies as Castiel releases him. "Why?"

Castiel glances at Dean. "Is he speaking in tongues? Are you speaking in tongues?"

"No. What are you—" Sam frowns. "Are you diagnosing me?"

"You better hope he can," Dean says.

"You really think this is—"

Castiel places two fingers on his neck. "You think there's a clinic out there for people who just pop out of hell wrong," Dean snaps, walking over to him. "He asks, you answer, then you shut your fucking hole. You got it?"

"How much do you sleep," Castiel asks, lowering his hand.

"I don't," Sam answers.

Addison frowns. "At all?"

"Not since I got back."

"And it never occurred to you that there might be something off about that," Dean shouts.

"Of course it did, Dean. I - I - I just never told you."

Castiel frowns and looks at Dean. "What?"

"Sam, what are you feeling now," Castiel asks.

Sam scoffs. "I feel like my nose is broken."

"No, that's a physical sensation. How do you feel?"

"I think—"

"Feel."

"I don't know." Castiel and Dean exchange a look. Sam frowns in confusion. Castiel pulls off his belt and rolls up his sleeve. "What, uh..."

"This will be unpleasant."

"What?"

"Bite down on this." Castiel shoves the belt into Sam's mouth. "If there's some place that you find soothing, you should go there in your mind." The angel shoves his hand into Sam's chest and Sam lets out a muffled scream. After a moment, Castiel pulls out his hand and Sam takes a gasping breath.

"You find anything," Dean asks.

"No."

"Is - is that good news," Addison asks.

"I'm afraid not. Physically, he's perfectly healthy."

"Then what," Dean questions.

"It's his soul. It's gone."

Dean and Addison stare at Sam, shocked. Dean runs a hand over his face and paces around the room. "Um...I'm sorry. One more time, like I'm five. What do you mean he's got no—"

"Some how, when Sam was resurrected it was without his soul."

"Then where's his soul," Addison asks.

"My guess is it's still in the cage with Michael and Lucifer."

"So is he even still Sam," Dean asks.

"Well, you pose an interesting philosophical question."

"Well, then just get it back."

"Dean—"

"Well, you pulled me out."

"It took several angels to rescue you and you weren't nearly as well guarded. Sam's soul is in Lucifer's cage. There's a difference. A big difference. It's not possible."

"But there's gotta be a way."

"So, are you gonna untie me," Sam asks.

"No."

"Listen, I'm not gonna—"

"Sam, how am I supposed to let you out of this room?"

"Dean, I'm not some psycho. I didn't want you to get hurt. I was just trying to stop the vamps." Sam sighs. "I'm sorry. It won't ever happen again. Please let me go."

"You're kidding, right?"

"What are you gonna do, just keep me locked up in forever?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Okay, fine. Look, I get it. I get it, Dean. I was wrong. But I'm telling you, I'm trying to get right. It's still me."

"Is it?"

"Yes. So just let me go."

"No way in hell."

Dean turns away from him. Sam sighs. "I didn't want it to come to this." Sam stands up and pulls the ropes off his hands. "You're not gonna hold me. Not here, not in a panic room, not anywhere. You're stuck with the soulless guy so you might as well work with me. Let's fix this."

Dean walks towards him. "I'm gonna be watching every move you make."

"Fine. Sounds about right to me."

"Cas, clean him up." Castiel press his fingers to Sam's forehead. The bruises, blood, and Sam's broken nose are instantly fixed. "All right, if we're gonna figure what happened to your soul, then we need to find who yanked you out," Dean tells Sam. "You say you don't know."

"No idea," Sam replies.

"Then we start a list. If it's so hard to spring someone out of the box, then who's got that kind of muscle?"

"I don't know," Castiel replies. He turns to Sam. "You have no memory of your resurrection?"

"I woke up in a field. That's all I got," Sam tells them.

"No clues? None?"

"I've got one."


The Campbell compound was filled with hunters preparing. The majority of them were sharpening machetes. A few were preparing syringes with blood. "Gramps throws a barbecue and leaves us off the e-vite list," Dean comments, looking around.

"Sam," Christian greets, walking over to them. They embrace in a bro hug. "Dean. Addison."

"Hello, Newman. Where's the man," Dean asks.

Christian points in the direction of Samuel's office and the trio make their way across the room. Samuel was researching something, but definitely looked like he had been doing something else before they barged in. "Come right on in," he greets.

"Need to ask you a few questions," Dean says as Sam closes the door.

"What's wrong?"

"The day you got back, what happened?"

Samuel sighs. "We've been over this."

"Well, recap it for our wingman."

Castiel appears with a flutter of wings. Samuel turns and looks over the angel. "This Castiel?" Castiel nods. "You're scrawnier than I pictured."

"This is a vessel," Castiel points out. "My true form is the approximately size of your Chrysler Building."

Addison looks at Castiel with a smirk on her face. "Really?"

Dean shoots her an annoyed look. "All right, all right, quit bragging. So you were dead and..."

"And, pow, I was on Elton Ridge. Don't know how, don't know why," Samuel tells them. "I got nothing to hide, guys."

"Well, you mind if Cas here double checks?"

Castiel rolls up his sleeve. Addison winces as they watch the angel check Samuel's soul. The door bursts open and Christian runs in, shotgun ready. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay, it's okay," Sam tells him.

"What the hell," Christian asks.

"Angel cavity search," Dean answers.

"I'm fine, Christian, just give us a minute," Samuel tells him, panting from the pain.

Christian frowns. "But—"

"Just give us a minute." Christian looks between the trio and Castiel before reluctantly leaving the room. "What the hell was that about?"

"His soul's intact," Castiel states.

Samuel stares. "What? Of course I have a—" He looks at Sam. "What's going on, Sam?"

"Whatever dragged me out left a piece behind," Sam says. "Did you know?"

"No." Samuel shakes his head, sighing. "I knew it was something. You're a hell of a hunter, Sam. But truth is, sometimes you scare me. So what's the deal here? How do we fix this? How do we get his soul back?"

"We don't know yet," Dean confess. "But we have to."

"Well, I'm here to help, of course. What leads you working?"

"A bunch of dead ends and you," Sam says.

"Well, then, we'll just have to dig."

"Sam, Dean, Addison," Castiel says, turning away from the window. "I have to get back."

"You're leaving," Dean asks.

"I'm in the middle of a civil war."

"You better tear the attic up, find something to help Sam."

"Of course, your problems always come first. I'll be in touch."

Castiel disappears with a flutter of wings. "I would have asked him to stick around for a beer," Samuel says.

"So what's with the book club outside," Dean asks.

"Putting together a hunt."

"That's a lot of hunters for one hunt," Addison points out.

Realization flashes over Sam's face. "You found him, didn't you."

"Who," Dean asks.

"He's got a lead on the alpha vamp."

Dean turns back to Samuel. "Do you?"

"Maybe," Samuel replies. He nods. "Yeah."

"How'd you track him down?"

"We're good."

"That's all I get? We're good?"

"When's the run," Sam asks.

"Dawn," Samuel answers.

"And you didn't call me? Why?"

Samuel avoids looking at him. "Because of me," Dean states. "You don't trust me very much, do you? Especially when it comes to big game like this."

"That's not true," Samuel argues.

Dean nods, not believing him. "Okay. Well, then we're in."

"No offense, but—"

"So you don't trust me?"

Samuel looks at him. "No, I just don't know you. Not like I know Sam."

"All right. You call the plays, a hundred percent. I'm here to listen."

Samuel scoffs. "Since when?"

"Big Daddy Bloodsucker? I ain't gonna miss that. But this is your deal, okay? I get it. I'll follow your lead. I trust you."


"I don't trust him," Dean says as they walk out of the compound. In his long hunting career, he had learned to always trust his gut and he could feel that something was off. "Dude's hiding something."

"What," Sam asks.

"I can feel it. If you weren't RoboSam, you'd feel it too."

"Huh."

"What?"

"Just saying you don't trust family."

"Look, we hang close, we blend in, see what we pick up."

"You think Samuel's connected to this whole soul thing?"

"I still think he's the only lead we got."

"Addison!" The trio turns to see Patrick jogging towards them. Dean glances at Addison and he sees her tense. Patrick had aged since the last time Dean had seen him. There was more grey mixed in his jet black hair and he had more wrinkles around his bright blue eyes.

Dean steps forward as Patrick reaches them. "What do you want?"

Patrick raises an eyebrow. "It's nice to finally see you, Dean. How have you been?"

"What the fuck do you want, Patrick?"

"I want to talk to my daughter."

Dean shakes his head. "Anything you want to say to Ads, you can say in front of me."

Patrick stares at him. "You don't trust me."

"You faked your death and made us all think you were dead for the past eleven years. Of course, I don't trust you."

"I was trying to protect Addison."

"Protect me from what," Addison demands. "I'm an adult, Dad. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, especially after all the shit I've been through while you were gone. So, what were you trying to protect me from?"

"You were supposed to marry Wes and have a normal life, Addison," Patrick softly says. "You're in this life because I listened to an angel instead going with my gut. And by the time I realized it, you were engaged to Wes. I knew that if I was around, you would never fully get out of the life."

"An angel," Dean scoffs as Addison shakes her head and walks away. "You decided to listen to an angel?"

"I was confused and grieving, Dean. If I could go back and change everything, I would."

"Stay away from her," Dean coldly says. "I mean don't even call. Stay away from her."

Patrick shoots Sam a questioning look as Dean follows in the direction Addison had went. "There's nothing you could have done to protect Ads," Sam explains. "Lilith still would've ended up possessing Addison no matter what. And I still would've killed Lilith. All you did was waste time."


Addison sighs as she stands next to Dean. Anger, disappointment, and a million other emotions had rolled off of Dean during the drive from the compound to the nest. "The house is just over the hill," Samuel tells the group. "About a dozen vamps and the Alpha. We got one shot at this son of a bitch. Christian, Patrick, take flank. The rest of you are with me and Sam. Dean, Gwen, Addison, hang back, sweep any stragglers we flush out." Dean frowns. "Problem, Dean?"

"No, sir," Dean replies.

"I'm in the rear with the rejects," Gwen disbelievingly asks.

"All right, let's go," Samuel tells the others, ignoring her question.

Addison moves to the side and watches as they walks away. "Don't worry," Sam tells them. "It's fine."

"Oh, nothing's fine. You're not fine," Dean counters. He shakes his head. "Go. Go."

The three hunters make their way to the back of the building. "Sorry about the 'rejects' thing," Gwen says, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

"We've been called worse," Dean replies.

"Just, uh, got sick of getting left behind. I think it's probably because I remind him of his daughter or something."

"Well, you speak your mind."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Well, you should."

A twig snaps and they turn. They each pull out their machetes, ready. A vampire tackles Gwen and jumps up. Addison swings her machete the vampire falls to the ground, headless. Gunfire goes off and Dean takes off running. "We're supposed to wait here," Gwen calls.

Addison stands there for a moment, then runs after him. Dean's at a gate in front of the old house when he turns and raises his machete. She holds up her hands and he shakes his head, turning back to the look at the scene before them. "You should've stayed back," Dean says.

"And let you have all the fun," Addison replies.

They make their way around the house. Dead vampires and hunters were strewn about. A banging on the window and they watch as a vampire kills the hunter. They hear Samuel yelling and move around the house. They stop and watch as Samuel, Sam, Christian, Patrick, and a couple of other hunters shove a hooded figure into the back of a van. Addison starts to move forward, but Dean covers her mouth and yanks her back. She raises an eyebrow. He wraps a hand around her wrist and they make their way to Gwen. "Where were you two," she asks.

"Everything all right here," Samuel asks, walking over with Sam, Patrick, and the other hunters in tow.

Addison turns to Dean, who exchanges a look with Gwen. "Just, uh, chopped up a runner. No big deal," Gwen lies. "How'd it go?"

"Rough. But one alpha down."

Addison frowns. "Where is it," she asks. Samuel turns to her and Patrick frowns. "I just - I've never seen alpha before."

"Not much left to see. Already on pyre," Samuel says, then climbs into his van. Addison turns to Dean and he looked unconvinced. Patrick stands there for a moment, then climbs into the van.

The silence over the Impala was tense. Dean didn't trust Sam. She didn't trust Sam, but she trusted Dean. And there was no telling who Sam trusted besides Samuel. "Things go okay back there," Dean asks.

"Fine," Sam answers.

"Nothing weird?" Sam remains silent. Dean slams on the brakes and pulls the Impala off to the side of the road. Dean climbs out of the Impala and Sam and Addison follow suit. "We saw you walk that alpha out the door, Sam. Now, call me crazy, but that seems weird."

"Oh."

"Oh," Dean incredulously repeats.

"You guys weren't supposed to know about that."

"Know what?"

"It's just something Samuel's been doing. Catching things, taking them somewhere, grilling them for info."

"Grill. Torture, right? And not telling me that was his idea?"

"No. It was mine."

"Why?"

"Honestly? Because you'd mess it up. You're shoot first, ask questions later. And we needed to ask questions."

Dean shakes his head. "You know, I - I don't care if you've got soullessness or the fucking mumps, man. You know better than this. Do you even want your soul back, Sam?"

"How does that have—"

"Have you been to the place where Samuel takes them? I mean, have you been in on these interrogations?"

"No, but I hear—"

"And what does he want and why? Did it ever occur to you that this is really shady?"

"He's our grandfather."

"Yeah. Yeah. A guy who talks a great game. But you can't assume that family means the same thing to him as it does to us. He's not Dad." Sam shrugs. "Wow. You don't see it, do you?"

"What?"

"You've got no instinct. I mean, you are seriously messed up."

"Thanks."

"I'm not kidding, man. Nobody's forcing you to work with me. Okay? But if we do this, I drive the bus. I call the shots. And you tell me everything whether it's important or not. Because trust me, you can't tell the difference. Or you know what? Go - go with Samuel. See how that goes. It's up to you."


Addison sighs and turns to Dean as they sit in the Impala. They were parked on the outskirts of the Campbell Compound, waiting for Sam. Addison shifts. "You didn't have to do that," she says and Dean shoots her a questioning look. "Order my dad to stay away from me. I've been fine ignoring him on my own."

"The guy's a fucking idiot, Ads," Dean replies. "You'd think he'd know not to listen to fucking angels."

"He was young and grieving my mom, Dean."

"Don't defend him."

"Trust me, I'm not. But I don't need you to protect me either. I'm more than capable of protecting myself."

"Really, Ads? Because sometimes you act like you need someone to protect you. Isn't that why you told me you thought something was off with Sam?"

"I told you because I thought you deserved to know."

"Oh, so I didn't deserve that my own brother was alive?"

The back door opens and they turn to see Sam sliding in. Sam looks between Dean and Addison. He could sense the tension between them. "You two didn't think I'd come back."

Addison shrugs. "Sixty forty."

Sam nods and pulls out Addison's laptop. "So Samuel didn't take the bait. So I went with Plan B."

"And for Plan B you had to use my computer," Addison snaps.

"Wait, we had a Plan B," Dean asks.

"Fired up the GPS on one of his cell phones. Should be able to tack him right to the alpha," Sam explains.

"The old man won't notice?"

"Trust me. He thinks Velcro is big news." Sam hits 'enter' and the website map zooms in to a red blinking dot. "There. Got him."

Addison leans over the seat and shuts her laptop as Dean starts the Impala. "Stay off of my computer."

Sam shrugs. "Don't leave your diary open."

"You have a diary," Dean asks. He glances at Sam. "What's in it?"

"Dear Diary, I'm still sore from the mind blowing sex I had with Sam. I didn't realize that I could bend that way," Sam recites. Dean tightens his grip on the Impala as they take off down the road and he misses the smirk on Sam's face.


They follow Samuel to an abandoned warehouse. The door had been covered in dead man's blood. They each pull out a machete as they search the warehouse. They hide in an old office when they hear someone coming. "Just so you know how this shapes up is entirely up to you," Samuel's voice says as they walk down a hallway.

Sam silently pushes open the door. The alpha was strapped down to a chair in a cage and Samuel stood in front of him. Tubes were attached to him, feeding in dead man's blood. Spikes were through the alpha's hands and feet. "Where is it," Samuel asks. "Answer the question. Where is it? How do we find it?" A machine starts and they hear electricity crackling.

"Ouch. Stop. That hurts," the alpha deadpans.

Samuel turns off the machine. "Now this - this is Club Med compared to what we have planned for you. I got all the time in the world."

"Well, that makes two of us." They hear Samuel walk out of the room. "Are you three going to hide all night?" The trio exchanges a look. "Come on out." Dean opens the door wider and they enter the room. "How can I help you?"

"We got some questions for you, Skippy," Dean says, moving forward. "Since you're going nowhere fast."

"Don't be so sure," the alpha replies.

"Yeah? Locked down pretty tight. With all that dead blood rushing through your veins not sure you got enough to juice to fire up that psychic bat signal of yours, do you?"

"True. Not near enough juice for that, Dean."

"I didn't realize we were on a first name basis."

"Of course we are. After all, you were my child for a time. Dean, tell me, did you enjoy it?"

"I'm asking the questions here, Fright Night," Dean snaps, then turns on the machine.

"When your kind first huddled around the fire I was the thing in the dark. Now you think you can hurt me?" Dean turns off the machine. "I have all night. You do not. Anyway, I'm happy to tell you whatever you want to know."

"Why?"

"Why? Because soon I'll be ankle deep in your blood, sucking the marrow from your bones."

"So you're really it," Sam states, taking a step forward. "The first of your species."

"The very first."

"But if you're the first, who made you?"

"Well, we all have our mothers. Even me."

"What - what does that mean," Addison asks.

The alpha laughs. "What with the big surge of vamps lately," Dean questions.

"We're going to war," the alpha answers.

"What's going on? Why did Samuel bring you here," Sam asks.

"You smell cold. You have no soul. What an oddity. Do you feel how empty you are? What is it like to have no soul?"

"Answer my question."

"You first."

"You're the one in the cage."

"The thing about souls, if you've got one, of course, is they're predictable. You die, you go up or down. Where do my kind go?"

"All right. Enough with the sermon, freak," Dean snaps.

"I'm trying to answer the question. Now, when we freaks die, where do we go?" Addison walks closer to the cage. "Not Heaven, not Hell, so?"

"Legoland," Dean guesses.

"Purgatory," Addison states.

Dean frowns. "Purgatory? Purgatory's real?"

"Oh, stupid cattle," the alpha comments. "Of course. And it is filled with the soul of every hungry thing like me that ever walked this Earth. Now, where is it? That is the mystery. And that is what your kind hearted granddaddy is trying to beat out of me."

"Samuel brought you here to find out where Purgatory is," Sam asks.

"I keep telling him, 'How would I know such a thing?' But he refuses to untie me."

"You know exactly where it is. Why does Samuel care about any of this?"

"He doesn't care. He does as he is told."

The boys exchange a confused look. "Well, if the old man's Kermit, whose hand's up his ass," Dean questions.

Addison tenses as a gun cocks. They turn see Samuel with Christian and another man. "Evening, guys," Samuel greets. "Let's take this outside."

The trio walks out of the room, hands raised. Christian and the other man search them while Samuel stands back. "You know, I have seen some stupid in my time, but you - you take the crown," Dean says. "Putting Jaws in a fish bowl? Man, how you do think that's gonna end? I don't know what kind of game—"

"What, you think I'm doing this for kicks," Samuel interrupts.

"I think you got the rest of these feebs convinced you're John Wayne. So whatever you're doing, whatever you're hiding, it's gonna put you and everyone around you in the ground."

Samuel lunges at the Dean and Dean easily disarms him. Sam holds Christian back. Dean moves to pick up his gun when a shotgun cocks. They turn to see Gwen aiming a shotgun at them. "Hi," she says. Patrick stood a few feet behind her, with a shotgun in his hands and a confused look on his face.

"Gwen." Dean puts his gun down. "And I thought we had something special."

A scream comes from inside the alpha's room. "Grab your stuff," Samuel orders. The trio picks up their weapons and follows the hunters into the room. The alpha was gone and the other man was dead. "How much dead man's blood we got left?" Christian holds up two syringes.

"How long till the alpha's a hundred percent," Dean asks.

"Hour, maybe less. We need to get him back in the cage."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"I don't know what your big plan was but playing catch is not on the table. We take the thing's head off or it kills us all. You know that." Samuel looks away. "Okay. We split up, clear every room. You get a shot, take it. It's not gonna kill him but dude will move a lot slower without any kneecaps. And if we make it through this, you, me, and Sam are having one hell of a family meeting."

Dean walks out of the room and they follow him. Dean, Addison, Patrick, and Gwen go one direction while the others go in the opposite direction. The sounds of a struggle reach them and they take off running. They run into the room to find Sam against the wall while Samuel was on the floor. A group of people appear out of nowhere and vanish with the alpha.

Clapping comes from nowhere. They all move forward, searching for the source and find Crowley standing on a balcony. "Well, that was dramatic," the demon greets.

"Crowley," Sam disbelievingly asks.

"Hello, boys. Ads. What an unexpected treat."

"Bring Christian back now," Samuel demands.

"I'm sorry," Crowley confusedly replies, walking down the stairs.

"My nephew. The one you just crammed a demon into!"

"Oh. No, I had him possessed ages ago. Samuel, really. I keep an eye on my investments."

"Whoa, whoa, wait," Dean says. "You two know each other?"

"Not in the biblical sense. More of a business relationship, I'd say. Who happens to work for me."

"You're Crowley's bitch," Sam states.

"It's not what you think," Samuel defends.

"It's precisely what you think," Crowley says. "That alpha he's caught me is getting him a gold star."

"Since when do you give a crap about vampires," Dean asks.

"Since, uh..." Crowley walks over to Addison and she stares at him. The demon smirks at the angry look on Patrick's face. "What's today, love? Friday?" He turns to Dean, who was glaring at him. "Since, let's see, mind your business."

"You may as well share with the class, Crowley," Sam says. "We know you're looking for Purgatory."

"So you heard about that," Crowley replies, turning to him.

"Yeah. You wanna tell us why?"

"Isn't it obvious? Location, location, location. I'm a developer. Purgatory is vast, underutilized, and Hell-adjacent and I want it."

"What for," Dean questions.

"Best shut your gob. Employees don't question management. Isn't that right, love?"

"We ain't your employees."

"Of course you are. Have been for some time, thanks to gramps. I don't keep Captain Chromedome around for his wit, do I? Samuel knows things. More than any of you, actually. Walking encyclopedia of the creepy and crawly. And I knew you two are so hung up on family loyalty nonsense, he said jump, you'd get froggy."

"Yeah, well, game's over," Dean snaps.

"Yeah, well, afraid not. Not if you wanna see Sam's soul ever again."

"You're bluffing," Sam says.

"Tell them, Samuel," Crowley orders.

The trio turns to Samuel. "He pulled us both back, me and Sam," Samuel answers.

"What? You knew," Sam replies.

"No. Cas said it takes big time mojo to pull that off," Dean argues. "You're nothing but a punk ass crossroads demon."

"Was a punk ass crossroads demon," Crowley corrects. "Now? King of Hell. Believe me, I've got the mojo. I snap my fingers, Sam gets his soul back. Or you can be you and I shove Sam right back in the hole. Can't imagine what it's like in there. And I can imagine so many things. So we clear? Me Charlie, you angels. Job's simple enough. Bring me creatures. Aim high on the food chain, please. Everybody wins. It's been a pleasure. See you soon." Crowley vanishes and silence settles over the group.

"It's time to go. Get the van," Samuel tells Gwen and Patrick.

"You're letting a demon call the shots," Gwen incredulously asks.

"Nothing's changed. We hunt. Period. Don't worry about him, I'll take care of it. You trust me or not? Get the van, Gwen." Gwen turns and walks out of the room as Samuel begins packing a duffle bag. The older man looks up when Patrick doesn't move.

"No," Patrick angrily replies, moving to stand next to Addison. "I'm not working with you anymore, Samuel."

"Working with a demon, huh," Sam states. "You're not who I thought you were."

"You don't know anything about me, son."

"So, what's so important that you're the King of Hell's cabana boy," Dean asks. "What's so important? What'd he offer you? Girls? Money? Hair?"

"I got my reasons." Samuel starts to walk out of the room, but the boys blocks his way. "You gonna make a move? Go ahead."

"Or what?"

"Or nothing. I'm not gonna do anything to you, Dean. You boys, you're my family. So the way I see it, you got two choices: put a bullet in your grandfather or step aside."

Sam pulls out his gun and cocks it. Dean pushes his arm down. "He sold us out," Sam reminds.

"I know. Let it go," Dean tells him.

"Why," Samuel asks.

Dean shakes his head. "Get out of here." Samuel walks around them and out of the room.

"So, what now," Sam asks.

"We can't work for Crowley," Dean replies.

"You sure about that?"

"I don't think you understand. Demons fuck you every time."

"Oh, no, I get it. I do. Believe me. Just running the math. Do we really have another choice?"

h"We can stab him in his throat."

"While that may make us all feel better, it won't help us get Sam's soul back," Addison says. "This - this is the only option we have right now. Until we can find some other way."

"I have done some stupid shit in my time, but punching a demon's clock," Dean replies, shaking his head.

"Look. Just until we can find another way," Sam says.

"And then?"

"I vote for killing Crowley," Addison says. "At this point, he deserves everything we can throw at him."

"You with us, Dean," Sam asks. Dean doesn't say anything and walks out of the room. Addison sighs and Patrick places a comforting hand on her shoulder. She glances at him and for the first time since learning he was alive, she could see her father. She shoots him a small smile, then goes after Dean.