Chapter 08 - I Know What You Did Last Summer

"Brian, come on, man, just one more. Just - just give me a chance to win it back," Sam says, leaning against the pool table. Addison sighs as she sits at the other end of the table and shoots Dean a look, silently asking him to do something.

Brian the biker shrugs. "It's your cash."

Dean steps up beside Sam. "Excuse me. My brother's a little sauced to be making bets."

"He insisted."

"Yeah, but you've already taken, what, two bills off him? I'm just saying."

Sam pushes Dean away. "Hey, shut up, Dean. I'm fine."

"No, you're not fine. You're drunk!"

Sam slaps a fistful of bills onto the table. "Let's make it five hundred."

"Five hundred," Dean disbelievingly asks.

Brian grins. "Sure. Five hundred. Your break."

Sam looks at Dean, then at Addison. He was sober and it was part of their hustle. He breaks and sinks serval of the balls. Then he spots Ruby across the bar. He stands up and sets the cue on the table. "Keep the money," he says.

Addison stares. That wasn't part of the hustle. She watches as Sam crosses the bar and frowns when she sees the demon. She sighs and exchanges a look with Dean before they follow Sam. "Well, you got a lot of nerve showing up anywhere near me," Dean coldly greets.

"I just have some info and then I'm gone," Ruby replies.

"What is it," Sam asks.

"I'm hearing a few whispers."

"Ooh," Dean mocks. "Great, demon whispers. That's reliable."

"Girl named Anna Milton escaped from a locked ward yesterday. The demons seem pretty keen on finding her. Apparently, some real heavy hitters turned out for the Easter egg hunt," Ruby tells them.

"Who is she," Addison asks.

"No idea. But I'm thinking that she's important, cause the order is to capture her alive. I just figured that whatever the deal is, you might want to find this girl before the demons do."

Sam turns to Dean. "Look, maybe we should check it out."

Dean glares at him, then turns to Ruby. "Actually, we're working a case, but thanks."

"What case," Ruby counters.

"Uh, we've got leads. Big leads."

"Sounds dangerous."

"Yeah, well, it sure ain't goose chasing after some chick who, for all we know, doesn't even exist, just because you say she's important."

"Dean," Addison softly says.

Ruby shrugs. "I'm just delivering the news. You can do whatever you want with it. Far as I'm concerned, I told you, I'm done." The demon slides off the stool and starts to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait," Sam says and Ruby looks at him. "This hospital Anna escaped from — it got a name?"

Twenty-four hours. One day had passed since the hell hounds had come and taken Dean. They had buried him in a wooded area. Bobby had insisted on a hunter funeral pyre but Sam had insisted on a burial. Sam said it was because he was going to bring Dean back while Addison agreed with him. Though deep down, she knew Dean wasn't coming back.

Addison climbs out of the Impala and runs after Sam. He had been drinking ever since they had left Dean's grave. Sam covers up a small metal box and stands up. "Come on! Where the fuck are you," Sam shouts.

"Sam, don't do this," Addison begs, grabbing his arm. Sam shoves her away. "Please, don't do this."

"I was wondering whether to come or not," a voice greets. They turn to see a Crossroads Demon. He was a man dressed in an expensive suit. "I mean, you shot one of my co-workers. Don't take this the wrong way, Sam, but you don't look so hot, buddy. I guess burying your brother didn't agree with you."

"Well," Sam asks, moving towards the demon.

"Well, let's see that special little knife of yours first."

Sam slams the knife onto a wooden crate. "No devil's traps either. I'm not here to play games."

The Crossroads Demon place his hands on the crate. "Well, let me guess. You want to make a deal. And round and round the Winchesters go. I'm sorry, Sam. That's not gonna happen."

Sam picks up the knife and stabs the demon in the hand. "I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want candy! I want to trade places with Dean."

"No."

"Then take me," Addison blurts out, stepping forward. "Let me trade places with Dean."

The Crossroads Demon stares at her for a moment. "No."

"Take me," Sam shouts. "It's a fair trade!"

"No!"

"Why not? Lilith wants me dead. Just let Dean go and she can have me."

"Don't you understand, Sam? It's not about your soul or Addison's soul. Dean's in Hell, right where we want him. We've got everything exactly the way we want it. You want to kill me? Go ahead. I've made peace with my lord."

Sam yanks the knife out of the demon's hand, then jams it in his throat. Orange flashes come from the demon as Sam pulls the knife out. He turns to Addison, anger in his eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Because if you went to Hell, then Dean would be making another deal to bring you right back. It's a never ending cycle, Sam. And it needs to stop. So, if I have to be the one to stop it, then so be it," Addison softly answers.

Addison shifts in the backseat. Dean kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror ever since they had left the bar. She knew he was curious about why she hadn't been on his side. "Can I get a copy of the missing persons report? Great. Okay. Thanks," Sam says, then hangs up his phone. "Well, Anna Milton's definitely real."

"Doesn't mean the case is real. And this hospital's a three day drive," Dean counters.

"Well, we have driven further for less," Addison points out.

Dean shakes his head. Sam stares at him. "You got something to say, say it," he tells him.

"Oh, I'm saying it - this sucks," Dean replies.

"You're not pissed we're going after the girl. You're pissed Ruby threw us the tip."

"Right. Cause as far as you're both concerned, the hell bitch is practically family. Yeah, something major must've happened while I was downstairs. Cause I come back and you're both BFF with a demon?"

"I told you, Dean, she helped us go after Lilith."

"Well, thanks for the thumbnail - real vivid. You want to fill in a little detail?"

Sam glares at his older brother. "Sure, Dean, let's trade stories. You first. How was Hell? Don't spare the details."

Dean tightens his grip on the steering wheel turns his attention back to the road. He glances at Addison and she shoots him a small smile.


"Of course, I want to help however I can," the psychiatrist tells them. Addison looks around the hospital room. Everything was white, even the dresser. There were bars and a screen on the window, neither of which had been forced open.

"Now, the orderly has no recollection of Anna's escape," Sam asks.

"Apparently, she knocked him unconscious. The blow caused some amnesia. He doesn't even remember coming into her room."

"That's a hell of a right hook to knock out a guy that's got eighty pounds on her," Dean comments.

"We think she may have planned this, waited behind the door."

"You mentioned that Anna's illness was recent," Addison states, walking over to them.

The psychiatrist nods. "Two months ago, she was happy, well adjusted, journalism major, lots of friends. She had a bright future."

"So, what happened? She just flipped," Dean asks.

"Well, that's the tragedy of schizophrenia. Within weeks, Anna was overtaken by delusions."

"What kind of delusions," Sam questions.

"She thought demons were everywhere," the psychiatrist answers, handing a sketch book to Sam. Addison looks over as he flips through it. "It's not uncommon for our patients to believe that monsters are real."

"Well, that's - that's just batty," Dean comments.

Addison tenses seeing the words 'Raising of the Witnesses' above one of the drawings. The next page had 'Samhain the next seal is broken' above a drawing of jack o'lanterns. "Revelations," Addison comments.

"Since when does the Book of Revelations have jack o'lanterns," the psychiatrist asks, looking between the three of them.

"It's from a very rare translation."

"Well, Anna's father was a church deacon. When she became ill, her paranoia took on religious overtones. She was convinced the devil was about to rise up and end the world. I hope you find her. It's dangerous for her to be out there alone right now."

Sam nods. "Thank you."

Dean takes the sketch book and holds it up. "Mind if we borrow this?"

Addison takes a deep breath as she sits down in the hard wooden chair. The window opens, but she doesn't look at the priest through the screen choosing to keep her gaze on the well worn Bible sitting in her lap. "In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was six months ago," she softly says. "I had carnal relations with my best friend the day before he died."

"Why Addison Sloan, who knew that you were such a slut," the priest says. Addison turns and tenses when she sees the priest's black eyes. She pushes open the door and starts to run out of the church.

A body slams her into the floor. She swings her arm back, hoping to hit the demon. But the demon grabs her arm and twists. Addison cries out in pain. She screams when something slices through her left shoulder. Her gaze widens as a cloud of black smoke flies towards her.

The Impala is filled with silence as they drive across town to the home of Anna Milton's parents. It was a simple two story, yellow house. Dean knocks on the door, but there isn't an answer. "Maybe they're not home."

"Both cars in the driveway," Sam replies.

Dean tries the doorknob and discovers it unlocked. Cautiously, the trio enters the home. "Mr. and Mrs. Milton," he calls out.

"We're from the Sheriff's department. We just wanted to ask you a couple of questions," Sam finishes.

"Guys," Addison says. She was standing on the edge of the living room where the bodies of a middle aged couple were laying, with their throats slashed. She spots a powder on the floor near the bodies and carefully kneels down. She touches the powder and sighs. "Sulfur."

"The demons beat us here. Whatever the deal is with this Anna girl—" Sam starts.

"Yeah, they want her. They're not screwing around," Dean interrupts. "All right, so, I'm Girl, Interrupted, and I know the score of the apocalypse, just busted out of the nut box...possibly using superpowers by the way. Where do I go?"

Sam picks up the picture of the couple and a red headed young woman standing in front of a church. "Hey, you got those drawings from Anna's notebook?"

"Yeah," Dean answers, pulling them out.

Sam shows them the picture. "Check this out."

One of the drawings matched the church window. "She was drawing the window of her church."

"Over and over. If you were religious, scared, and had demons on your ass, where would you go to feel safe?"


After changing clothes at a local gas station, the trio make their way to Anna's church. They search the entire first floor before making their way up to the second floor, which was mostly a storage area. Sam notices someone hiding in the corner. "Hey," he says, motioning to the person. They put their guns up. "Anna? We're not gonna hurt you. We're here to help. My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean, and our friend, Addison."

A young red headed woman steps out from behind some box. Her hair was a darker shade than Addison's. She looks between the trio. "Sam? Not Sam Winchester," she asks, cautiously walking towards them.

"Uh, yeah."

Anna turns to Dean. "And you're Dean. The Dean?"

"Well, yeah," Dean replies, shrugging. "The Dean, I guess."

A relived look crosses Anna's face. "It's really you. Oh my God. The angels talk about you. You were in Hell, but Castiel pulled you out and some of them think you can help save us. And some of them don't like you at all. They talk about you all the time lately. I feel like I know."

"You talk to the angels," Addison questions.

"Oh, no. No, no way. Um...they probably don't even know I exist. I just kind of...overhear them."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "Overhear them?"

"Yeah, they talk and sometimes I just...hear them in my head."

"Like...right now," Dean asks.

"No right this second, but a lot. And I can't shut them out, there are so many of them."

"So, they lock you up with a case of the crazies when really you were just...tuning into angel radio?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Anna, when did you the voices start," Sam asks. "Do you remember?"

"I can tell you exactly. September 18th."

Dean turns to Sam and Addison. "The day I got out of Hell."

"First words I heard, clear as a bell - 'Dean Winchester is saved.'"

"What do you think?"

Addison shrugs. "It's above my pay grade, man," Sam tells him.

"Well, at least now we know why the demons want you so bad. They get a hold of you, they can hear everything the other side's cooking. You're 1-900-angel."

"Hey, um, do you know...are my parents okay," Anna nervously asks. "I - I didn't go home. I was afraid."

None of them get a chance to answer when Ruby barges into the room. "You got the girl. Good, let's go."

"Her face," Anna screams, backing away.

"It's okay. She's here to help," Sam reassures.

"Yeah, don't be so sure about that," Dean argues.

"We have to hurry," Ruby insists.

"Why?"

"Because a demon's coming - big timer. We can fight later, Dean."

"Well, that's pretty convenient - howing up right when we find the girl with some bigwig on your tail?"

"I didn't bring him here. You did."

"What?"

"He followed you from the girl's house. We got to go. Now."

"Guys," Addison says, motioning to a statue of the Virgin Mary. Blood had started to drip from it's eyes.

"It's too late. He's here."

Sam grabs Anna drags her into a small closet. "Okay. Stay in there. Don't move." He walks back over to them, pulling out a flask.

"No, Sam, you got to pull him right away," Ruby tells him.

"Whoa, hold on a sec," Dean begins.

"Now's not the time to bellyache about Sam going dark side. He does his thing, he exorcises that demon or we die."

Sam hands Addison the flask as heavy footsteps walk towards the room. The door slams open and the demon enters the room. Sam holds out his hand and concentrates. But the demon keeps walking towards them. "That tickles. You don't have the juice to take me on, Sam." Suddenly, Sam's thrown across the room. Addison splashes holy water at the demon, but nothing happens. The demon chuckles and tosses her into a wall. Addison groans and slowly sits up. Dean fights the demon, but the demon gets the upper hand by knocking Dean onto the ground. "Hello again, Dean." Dean remains silent, staring up the demon. "Come on, Dean. Don't you recognize me? Oh, I forgot - I'm wearing a pediatrician. But we were so close in Hell."

"Alastair," Dean states.

Sam runs up behind Alastair and stabs him in the back with Ruby's knife. "You're gonna have to try a whole lot harder than that, son," Alastair mocks. Sam pulls Dean up and they look at the stained glass window behind them.

Addison watches as they run and jump out of the window. She looks behind her to see a small window. Slowly, she pushes up the window. Alastair turns, a smirk on his face. He starts towards her. Addison climbs out of the window. She groans as she lands on the hard ground. Addison stands up and runs over to the Impala. The boys were standing at the trunk, gathering weapons. "Ads," Dean breathes, pulling her into a tight embrace.


Addison holds in the groan as she pulls on her tank top. Her ribs had been badly bruised and she felt lucky that none of the felt broken. She walks out of the bathroom to find Dean standing in front of the mirror, washing his face off. "Are you almost done," Dean asks Sam, who was sitting on the bed sewing up a cut on his bicep.

"I'm going as fast as I can," Sam replies, not looking up.

Dean grabs a whiskey bottle of the table and takes a swig. "Good cause you know I got a dislocated shoulder over here."

"Yeah. I'll pop it back when I'm finished."

Addison grabs the bottle out of his hand and takes a long gulp. Coughing she hands the bottle to Sam, then sits down on one of the beds. "You okay, Ads," Dean asks.

"Bruised," Addison answers, then winces. "Badly bruised. But fine other wise."

Dean turns to Sam. "So, you lost the magic knife huh?"

"Yeah, saving your ass," Sam replies.

"Dean, who's Alastair," Addison asks.

Dean glances at her. "No one good. We got to find Anna."

"Ruby's got her. I'm sure she's okay," Sam responds, standing up. He walks over to Dean and pops his shoulder back into the place.

Dean grunts and he sits down next to Addison. "You sure about Ruby? Cause I think it's just as likely she used us to find radio girl and then brought that demon in to kill us."

"No, she took Anna to keep her safe."

"Yeah? Well, why hasn't she called to tell us where she is?"

Addison sighs. "Probably because that demon is watching us. He's probably waiting so he can follow us to Anna. I bet it's why he let us go."

Dean scoffs. "You call this letting us go, Ads?"

"Yeah."

"Look, killing us would've been no problem to that thing," Sam states, sitting down across from them. "That's why, for now, we just got to lay low and wait for Ruby to contact us."

"How's she gonna do that? Why do you two trust her so much?"

"I told you."

"You got to do better than that. Hey, and I'm not trying to pick a fight here. I mean, I really want to understand. But I need to know more. I mean, I deserve to know more."

Sam sighs. "Because...she saved my life."

Sam drunkenly stumbles into the motel room. Addison had left that morning, saying that she was going to a nearby church. She had asked him to join her, but Sam turned her down in favor of spending the day in a bar. A body slams him against the wall and he looks down to see Addison pressed against him. "Ads—"

She reaches behind him as a man steps out of the shadows. Ruby's knife was in her hand. "Thanks for keeping this warm for me, Sam."

Sam stares at her. Addison's normal brown eyes flash back and he tenses. "Ruby."

Ruby places the knife against his throat. "It's nice to be back. Where I was, even for Hell, it was nasty. I guess I really pissed Lilith off. Imagine my relief when she gave me one last chance to take it topside. And all I had to do was find you and kill you."

Sam closes his eyes, defeated. "Fine. Go ahead! Do it."

Ruby stares at him for a second, then turns and stabs the other demon in the throat. Sam looks at her in disbelief. "Grab your keys. We got to go. Now!"


"You know what sounds good," Ruby asks, breaking the silence in the Impala. Sam tightens his grip in the steering wheel. "French fries. I'm starving. I just escaped Hell. I deserve a treat." Ruby looks at him. "You know, a 'thank you' would be nice."

"Who asked for your help," Sam coldly snaps.

"You have no idea what I've been through. When Lilith gets pissed, she gets creative. You want to hear about the corners of Hell I've seen, Sam?"

"No, I don't."

"And the things I had to do to convince her I was sorry? That I could be trusted?"

"Well, this definitely gets you a fat Christmas bonus."

"Very funny. I'm a fugitive for you, Sam. I took this risk to get back to you, so yeah, I deserve a damn 'thank you.'"

"Who asked you to save me?"

"I'm just trying to help."

"Can you help me save Dean?"

"No," Ruby admits after a moment. "Nothing I know of is powerful enough to do that."

Sam stops the Impala in the middle of the road. "Get out of her."

"Sam—"

"Or I'll send you back to Hell."

Normal brown eyes turn black. He hated seeing her eyes like that. Her mouth opens and smoke flies out of her mouth. Addison's body slumps against the seat. Sam watches as her chest rises up and down. He pulls her jacket and shirt to the side then looks at her anti-possession tattoo. A deep angry cut had destroyed the tattoo on her left shoulder. "Sam." He looks up to see her awake. "What happened," Addison tiredly asks. "Did you pick me up from church?"

He fixes her jacket and shirt before pulling her against his side. Sam kisses the side of her head. "Get some rest."


Addison whimpers as Sam stitches up her shoulder. They were currently squatting in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a small town. A knock comes from the door and Addison covers up with a stolen motel towel. Sam grabs a shot gun off the table and walks over to the door. He opens it to reveal a dark haired woman. She holds up a piece of paper. "Proof. This body is one hundred percent socially conscious," the woman says, walking past him. "I recycle. Al Gore would be proud."

Addison stands up. "Ruby."

Ruby smirks at her. "You grabbed a coma patient," Sam disbelievingly asks, closing the door.

Ruby turns to him. "You didn't want me to take a body with someone in it and I made sure that the spirit was gone. Apartment was empty. You happy?"

"What are you doing here," Addison coldly asks.

Ruby sighs. "Look, I can't bring Dean back. But I can get you something else that you want."

"What?"

"Lilith."

"You want me to use my psychic whatever," Sam states.

"Look, I know that it spooks you—"

"Skip the speech. I'm ready. Let's go."

"Sam, no," Addison says. "You're not using—"

"Just tell me what I have to do," Sam tells the demon, ignoring Addison.

"Look, Lilith is one scary bitch. When I was in the pit, there was talk. She's cooking up something big - apocalyptic big," Ruby explains.

"So, let's kill her."

"You want to go in there and half ass it like before? We have the time to get it right. Let's get it right."

"Okay. What do you want from me?"

"Well, a little patience...and sobriety. Promise me that and I will teach you everything I know.

"No," Addison says, stepping in between the demon and Sam. "Get out. Now. Or I kill you."

"Call me when you're ready, Sam," Ruby tells him, then walks out of the house.

"Addison—" Sam begins.

Addison turns to him. "You're not doing this. I'm not letting you do this. Besides, Dean wouldn't want you to do this."

"I'm doing this for Dean, Addison! We can't bring him back, so the next best thing is to kill Lilith!"

"I'm not gonna let you do this, Sam!"

Sam pushes her against the wall. "I'm doing this with or without you, Ads. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change my mind."

Addison looks up at him. She knew he was right. The only person that could change his mind was gone. Her shoulders slump in defeat. "Just promise me that you'll be careful," she softly says.


Addison sighs as she climbs out of Ruby's Mustang, holding a tray of drinks and a bag of food from a local diner. She had left Sam and the demon alone while she picked up some dinner. She still didn't agree with Sam working with Ruby on his psychic powers, but she had given up on trying to change his mind. Juggling the drinks and food, Addison opens the front door of the abandoned house they had been staying in for the past couple of weeks. She pauses hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex.

Taking a deep breath, Addison moves further down the hallway. Reaching the living room, she freezes. Ruby was on her hands and knees with Sam thrusting into her. The drinks and food fall from Addison's hands and she runs out of the house. She collapses on the ground and empties her stomach. Shivering, Addison climbs into the Impala and speeds down the road.

Hours later, Addison's sitting in the back of a church. She's clutching her rosary and her old worn Bible is sitting on her lap. A throat clears and she looks up to see a priest. "Oh, I'm sorry, Father," she says, standing up "I - I didn't realize—"

"It's quite alright," the priest interrupts, sitting down. He motions for her to sit and she does. "I'm Father George. And you are…"

"Addison."

Father George smiles. "Child of Adam. So, what brings you here tonight, Addison?"

Addison shifts. "My friend, Dean, died last month. And since then his brother Sam has gotten close to this woman, who's a bad influence."

"I'm guessing Dean was much more than a friend."

"Yeah. He was my best friend. I love — loved him."

"And you want to take care of Sam."

"Well, as best as I can. He's an adult, he's gonna do what he wants."

"The only thing you can do, is to be there for him. I'm sure he's grieving as much as you are. One day, he'll realize what he's done and he'll need someone on his team."

"And what do I do until then, Father?"

Father George taps her Bible. "When times are rough, you turn to this book. It'll get you through anything."


Sam jumps up from the old couch when he hears the familiar rumble of the Impala. It had been during the night when he had seen the drinks and food on the floor that he had realized that Addison had seen him with Ruby. He walks out of the house as Addison climbs out of the Impala. "Look, Ads—"

"Who you sleep with is none of my business," Addison interrupts. She holds out a cup of coffee and he takes it. "But next time you do, can you not do it the community areas?"

Sam sets the cup on the hood and pulls Addison tight embrace. "God, Ads, I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's okay. Just no community areas from now on."

"Sam," Dean says, causing his younger brother to look at him.

"Yeah," Sam replies.

"Too much information."

"Hey, I told you I was coming clean."

"Yeah, but now I feel dirty. Okay, well, uh, brain stabbing imagery aside—"

"At least you didn't walk in on it," Addison tells him.

Dean shakes his head. "So far, all you've told me about is a manipulative bitch who, uh, possessed Ads, screwed you, played mind games with you, and did everything in the book to get you to go bad."

Sam sighs. "Yeah, well, there's more to the story."

"Just skip the nudity, please."

"Pretty soon after that...I put together some signs...Omens."

"Saying what?"

"Lilith was in town. And I wanted to strike her first."

"You're not ready yet," Ruby says, watching Sam shoves weapons into a duffle bag. Addison sat on the couch, watching Sam.

"It's now or never," Sam states.

"No, we got to wait until you get it right. You haven't been too successful."

Sam picks up Ruby's knife. "All right, I'll use this."

Ruby shakes his head. "Stop. You can't just fly in there reckless, Sam. We need you to take the bitch out."

"Oh, I'll take her out all right."

"You get one shot and you're it. You're the only one who can do it, Sam. So if she kills you first..."

"What?"

Ruby stares up at him. "You don't want to survive this."

Sam scoffs. "Come on."

"It's a kamikaze attack. You want to die fighting Lilith."

"That's stupid."

"No, it's the truth because if you kill her and you survive this, then you have to go on without your brother! This isn't what Dean would've wanted. This isn't what he died for," Ruby argues, moving in front of the door.

"Get out of my way," Sam angrily says.

"No, Sam. This is suicide!" Sam shoves her to the side, knife at the demon's throat. Ruby remains there, watching as he walks out of the house. She walks into the living room. "He's going on a suicide mission and you're just sitting there! Do something!" Addison remains silent. Ruby bitterly laughs. "God, you're pathetic."

Addison rolls her eyes and stands up. "You can either come with me and help me cover Sam's ass or you can leave and never come back."


Addison and Ruby burst into the house they had followed Sam to. "Take the girl and run," Ruby shouts, as she scoops her knife off the floor. Sam and Addison usher the little girl out of the house. A demon slams a fist into Ruby's face and she stumbles back, dropping the knife.

"Ruby, you're in so much trouble. When we get you down the basement — the things we're gonna do to you," the demon threatens. The demon coughs up black smoke and Ruby sees Sam standing in the doorway. His hand was outstretched and his eyes were closed. The black smoke flies out of the body and goes through the floor.

"Sam," Ruby breathlessly says.

"I'm okay. Thanks," Sam says as Addison walks back into the house. He shoots her a thankful smile and she smiles back.

Addison sits at the table, remaining silent. Dean glances at her, but turns his attention on Sam. "Ruby came back for me," Sam says. "Whatever you have to say, she saved me that night. More than that, she got through to me. What she said to me...it's what you would've said. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here."

A knock comes from the door. "Housekeeping," a voice calls.

"Not now," Dean shouts back.

"Sir, I've got clean towels."

Addison rolls her eyes and stands up. She opens the door and tensely smiles at the maid. "Thank you," she says, taking the towels.

The maid pushes past Addison into the motel room. She walks right over to Sam and holds out a piece of paper. "I'm at this address."

Sam stares in confusion. "I'm sorry. What?"

"Go now. Go through the bathroom window, don't stop. Don't take your crap. Don't pass go. There are demons in the hallway and in the parking lot."

"Ruby?"

"Okay, yes, so I'm possessing this maid for a hot minute. Sue me."

"What about—"

"Coma girl? Slowly rotting on the floor back at the cabin with Anna, so I've got to hurry back. See you when you get there. Go!"


The trio enters the cabin to find Ruby standing by a chair that Anna was sitting in. "Glad you could make it," the demon greets.

"Yeah, thanks," Sam replies.

Addison turns to Anna. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I think so. Ruby's not like other demons. She saved my life," Anna replies.

"Yeah, I hear she does that," Dean says. He turns to Ruby. "I guess I...you know."

"What," Ruby asks, smirking.

"I guess I owe you for...Sam. And I just want...you know..."

Ruby rolls her eyes. "Don't strain yourself."

"Okay, then. Is the moment over?" The demon nods. "Good, cause that was awkward."

"Any kind of emotion is awkward for you," Addison mutters, ignoring the look Dean sends her.

"Hey, Sam, you think it'd be safe to make a quick call, just to tell my parents I'm okay? They must be completely freaked," Anna says.

"Uh..." Sam exchanges looks with Dean and Addison.

"What?"

"Anna, um...your parents..."

"What about them?"

"Anna, we're sorry," Addison softly tells her.

"No, they're not..."

"We're sorry."

Anna shakes her head, tears forming. "Why is this happening to me?"

"I don't know," Sam answers.

Anna freezes. "They're coming."

"Back room," Dean orders. Sam leads Anna into the back room as Addison and Ruby step up next to him.

"Where's the knife," Ruby asks, looking between them.

Addison winces. "Yeah, about that..."

A disbelieving look appears on the demon's face. "You're kidding."

Sam walk out of the back room. "Sam lost it," Addison quickly says.

Sam shoots Addison an unamused look. "Thanks a lot, Ads."

Ruby scoffs. "Great. Just peachy. Impeccable timing, guys, really."

The door rattles. They step back as it flies open. And they let out a breath seeing that it was Castiel and Uriel. "Please tell me you're here to help. We've been having demon issues all day," Dean tells them.

Uriel glares at Ruby. "Well, I can see that. You want to explain why you have that stain in the room?"

"We're here for Anna," Castiel states.

"Here for her like...here for her," Dean asks, looking between the angels.

"Stop talking. Give her to us," Uriel demands.

Addison frowns. "Are you gonna help her?"

"No," Castiel replies. "She has to die."