Chapter 14 - Mannequin 3: The Reckoning

"Sam. Sam," Dean tearfully says. He and Addison were still kneeling on either side of Sam, who was motionless. Addison places two fingers on Sam's throat and lets out a relived breath when she finds a pulse. Dean shakes his shoulder. "Sammy! Come on. Come on, damn it."

Sam's eyes open and he takes a gasping breath. "Hey, you with us," Addison asks and Sam nods.

Dean stands up, pulling Sam with him. "Okay. Come on. Come on. We gotta get the hell out dodge."

Addison laughs as she and Sam quickly make their way out of the bar. "Did you see the looks on those guys' faces," she asks, leaning against Sam's newly acquired Charger. "I thought for sure they were gonna kick your ass."

"Hey, those guys wouldn't be able to touch me," Sam amusedly replies, moving closer to her. "How much did we make?"

"A thousand. Hopefully, it'll last us a few weeks."

"We've made it longer on a lot less."

"That's true." It's then that she realizes how close they are standing. Her heart is hammering in her chest. "Sam." He pulls her into a kiss. It was different from all the other times they had kiss and she couldn't put her finger on it. His fingers dance over her sides before slipping under her shirt. His lips trails down her neck. Addison fumbles with the handle of the Charger before Sam pulls away. He reaches behind her and easily opens the door. Addison crawls into the backseat and he quickly joins hers. He easily undoes the buttons on her jeans and yanks them down, along with her panties.

Addison watches as Sam groans and rubs his forehead. She places a comforting hand on his back. They were leaning against the Impala, waiting for Dean to bring coffee and food. "How you feel," Dean asks, walking over to them.

"Like I got hit by a planet," Sam replies as Dean sets the coffee tray and paper bag down. Addison grabs the newspaper from under his arm.

"Well, lucky for you I'm a doctor. I got Joe, grub, and..."

Dean holds up a pill bottle. "What are they," Sam asks.

"Effective."

"I'm okay. Thanks."

Dean shrugs. "Suit yourself."

"So how long was I out again?"

"I'm telling you, like two or three minutes. Why, what'd it feel like to you?"

"About a week. Give or take."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"It?"

"Yeah, what that was. I mean, it was like you were fucking electrocuted."

The boys stare at each for a moment. "Look, I mean, it wasn't fun, but I'm fine," Sam says.

"Fine...It was Hell, wasn't it? You got a big fat face full of Hell. Ever cross your mind you could have died?"

"Oh, come on."

"I'm serious. And none of this 'it's just a flesh wound' shit. Cause we did it your way, we let you go explore, and every bad thing that I said would happen, happened. So guess what? Past stays past. We're not kicking that wall again."

"So I'm supposed to just ignore it?"

"Yes."

"Dean, I might have done who knows what. And you want me to just forget about it?"

"You shove it down and you let it come out in - in spurts of violence and alcoholism."

"That sounds healthy."

"Well, works for me. This is not a joke. Your life is on the line here, Sam. This is not a debate. I mean, first you were a soulless dickbag and now you're not. So we good?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Good."

Addison clears her throat. "If you two are done having your chick flick moment, I believe we might have a case."

"What'd you got," Sam asks.

"A janitor was murdered in a college science lab last night. Doors were locked. No one was in or outside the building."

"Great. Where to?"

"Paterson, New Jersey."

"Maybe we'll have a Snooki sighting," Dean comments.

Sam frowns. "What's a Snooki?"

"This tiny, spray tanned creature with big hair that likes to get drunk and randomly hump things," Addison tells him before they climb into the Impala.

Addison pulls her bathrobe close as she finds Sam in the gun range early that morning. She shoots him a smile and leans against the divider, watching him. He finishes and sets his gun down on the counter before pulling against his chest. His lips crash down on hers as he sets her the counter. Her bathrobe falls open and his hands slide under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. His fingers easily find her clit. Addison moans when he slides two fingers into her. Her hand clutches his bicep. Sam removes his hand and quickly unbuttons his jeans. He grips her hips and slams into her. Moans and grunts fill the gun range.

When they're finished, Addison slides off the counter. She pulls her bathrobe closed. "While I throughly enjoyed that, I wanted to talk to you," she nervously begins. Sam looks up from loading another clip into his gun. "Valentine's Day is next week. And I was thinking it would be nice to go have dinner. Like at Olive Garden or something."

"Olive Garden," Sam amusedly repeats.

"Dude, unlimited breadsticks and salad. Anyway, I would like go to a nice dinner where we have to dress up. And I would like chocolates."

The door to the gun range opens and they turn to see Samuel. "I need to talk to you," Samuel greets.

"What about," Sam asks, turning all business. Samuel glances at Addison and Sam sighs. He places a hand on Addison's back and leads her over to the door. "We'll talk later. I promise."

Addison blinks as the door is closed in her face. Sam had been acting different for a while now. He was leaving her out of hunts, keeping things from her, and Addison couldn't be more suspicious.

Crime techs were still going over the science lab when the trio enters. "Check it out," Dean says, walking over a mannequin of the human body. "These things are fucking awesome." Dean pulls out of the heart and holds it out. "Be my Valentine?"

"Dude, we're working. Put it back," Sam tells him.

"I only accept hearts if they're made of chocolate," Addison says.

"Guys, have a heart," Dean replies.

"Dean," Sam says.

Dean chuckles. "Buzzkills." He frowns. "You smell sulfur?"

"We're in a science lab," Addison responds as a phone starts ringing. Dean pulls out his phone. "Who is it?"

Dean doesn't answer and Sam exchanges a look with Addison. "So Lisa," Sam asks.

"Maybe you should mind your own business," Dean tells Sam.

"What's wrong with just talking to her, Dean?"

"Thanks, Dr. Laura, that's very insightful. Look at that, our time's up." Addison pulls out the EMF meter and turns it on. It immediately lights up. "Ghost gone wild. Something's up in here."

"And the million dollar questions is: what," Addison replies. She turns it off and shoves in her pocket.

Dean looks around the room and spots a security camera. "Guys, good news. Big Brother's watching."

Dean's phone beeps causing Addison to look up from her laptop. They were sitting in the Impala waiting for Sam, who was talking to the janitor's girlfriend. She sighs as he ignores the text. "You should call her," Addison tells him.

Dean sighs. "Ads—"

"You both need closure, Dean. And the only you can get that is if you talk to her. So just call her."

The backdoor opens and Sam slides into backseat. "Hey. So, what'd you find out from the, uh, mop jockey's girlfriend," Dean asks, turning to look at Sam.

"Nothing. Just how great he was. Went to church. Donated to charity. Rubbed her feet during Glee," Sam tells them.

"I just threw up in my mouth."

"Sorry. Anyway, uh, checked his record, spotless. What about the science building anything?"

"It was built in 2005 on a patch of completely normal land," Addison says.

"Uh, before this, the biggest mishap was some genius accidentally spilled sulfuric acid on his crotch," Dean continues.

"Yeah. And if they dissect anything bigger than a frog, they use an iPad."

Sam scoffs. "So we got nothing?"

"Yeah, a big steaming pile of it," Dean replies, then starts the Impala.

The next day, they're at a factory where another murder had taken place. This one was a security guard in a secured building. A long pole was lying on the floor. The trio splits up and looks around the factory. Sam takes out the EMF meter and the signal goes off the charts near a cart of mannequin parts. "Guys," Sam calls and they join him. "This thing's humming."

"Weird," Addison comments.

"Wait. That anatomy dummy you were molesting at the lab."

"Excuse me," Dean asks.

"What if that's what this is about?"

"What exactly are you accusing me of?"

"I don't mean that. I mean, there was an anatomy dummy there. And here..." Sam trails off, motioning the mannequin.

Dean looks between the mannequin and Sam. "You're joking." The looks on Sam's and Addison's face cause him to turn back to the mannequin. "You're not joking. Okay, uh, so what, we've got a bunch of killer dolls like Chucky? I mean, come on, that's just...fucking creepy."

"Look, if ghosts can posses humans and move things, then why can't they posses inanimate objects," Addison asks.

"I supposed, but riddle me this, Batgirl, ghosts aren't exactly known for hopping county lines, right?"

"True."

"This one hits up a college and now a factory, what, three towns over?"

"Doesn't add up," Sam says.

"Then we dig," Addison replies.

Dean nods and motions to the other side of the factory floor. "Over there. I don't like the way Kim Cattrall's looking at me."

"Well, this dead guy's as squeaky clean as the last dead guy," Dean says as he enters the manager's office, where Sam and Addison were doing research on the latest victim and the factory. "I can't find a speck of dirt on him. You?"

Sam reaches for Addison's laptop, but she slaps his hand. "Nothing," he answers. "Ads, where did you get this?"

"Apple store," Addison responds. "All right. Found something. A seamstress named Rose Brown went missing over a year ago. Cops gave up on finding her. She was last seen at the factory, presumed dead, and she has a sister named Isabel."

"Fifty bucks, vengeful spirit," Dean says.

Addison closes her laptop and stands up. "I say we pay Isabel a visit."

Dean's phone starts ringing and Addison rolls her eyes. "Answer it," Sam tells him.

Dean stares at them, then stands up and reluctantly answers his phone. "Lisa? Ben? What are you...What are you talking about? Define 'bad.' All right, put her on the phone. Ben, get your mom and put her on the phone. All right, let me call you back. Five minutes." He turns to Sam and Addison, both of whom had curious looks on their faces. "It's Lisa. Ben says something's wrong."

"Then you should go and make sure everything's fine," Addison says.

"Oh, come on, guys. I can't just leave."

"Dude, you gotta leave," Sam tells him.

"But we're talking life or death here."

"And we can handle it for twenty-four hours. I get you wanna bury it, but I had to deal with my past year, you gotta deal with yours."

"Oh yeah and that worked so great for you."

"Dean, just go," Addison tells him. "Go and make sure they're okay." Dean stares at them, then turns and walks out of the office. She notices the look on Sam's face and rolls her eyes. "Let's go talk to Isabel."

"You and Rose were close, huh," Addison asks Isabel as she and Sam sit on the couch in the small apartment. During the ride over, Addison had ignored the looks that Sam had sent her. She knew what he wanted to talk about, but she wanted to ignore it.

"Very," Isabel replies. "Our parents died when we were little, so we had each other."

"What was Rose like?"

"Um, kind. Giving. She had the biggest heart. But people gave her a hard time."

Sam frowns. "How come?"

"She was shy. A little awkward. I guess that made her an easy target. I feel like I've been defending her my whole life."

"I'm sure she appreciated it."

"Well, it went both ways. She did more for me than anybody else ever could. I just miss her."

Addison motions to the photo album on the coffee table. "Can we?"

"Sure, please." Addison flips through the photo album filled with pictures of Rose and Isabel. She stops a picture that had two of the victims in it. "Um, that's the company Christmas party, a couple years back."

"You work at Salzman & Sons too," Sam asks.

"Well, everybody works at the factory. Yeah." Isabel taps on a woman wearing a red sweater in the picture. "And that's Rose."

Addison groans when Sam clears his throat after giving Dean update on the case. She knew this had been coming. "So, you're still in love with Dean, huh," Sam says as they walk down the street towards their stolen car.

"We are not talking about this," Addison replies.

"So we won't talk about how much it was killing you to tell Dean to go and talk to Lisa. I know you, Addison. You bury it and put on that happy face. But I know it's killing you inside."

"No, it's not. I'm over him."

"Really?"

"Yes! What part of that don't you understand, Sam?"

"Because Dean loves you and you obviously love him, but you're both to stubborn to admit it, Addison."

"If I was so in love with Dean, I wouldn't have spent a year fucking you," Addison angrily snaps. She shakes her head and quickly walks down the street.

After interviewing various factory workers, there was only one person that stood out. That night after the factory's closed, Sam and Addison make their way back to talk to Jonny once more. They find him in the locker room. A cut was on his forehead and a mannequin was standing nearby. Sam grabs him and they run into the break room. Sam and Addison get to work placing salt along the windows and doors. "What's going on," Jonny asks.

Sam tosses an old rag at him. "That was a ghost trying to kill you for being a dick."

"What?"

Addison spins around and glares at him. "You're lucky you gave the most suspicious interview of all time."

"I figured something like this would happen," Sam mutters.

"Figured something like what would happen," Jonny replies.

"Buddy, look, we don't have time for the big speech, all right? So brass tacks: Rose is back."

"That's crazy."

"Hey, you're gonna end up like your friends unless you tell us what you did to Rose," Addison says. Jonny nervously looks between them. "Do you want us to help you or not?"

"It was just a stupid joke. You know, I mean, you play jokes," Jonny tells them. "We didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"What did you do," Sam asks as he and Jonny sit down at the table.

"We made Rose think she had a secret admirer. I don't think the girl had ever been asked out in her life. Honestly, we just thought she was kind of pathetic. So we knew she'd take the bait. We even set up a fake date for her. She was so excited. Poor girl never saw it coming. It was mean. But you know how it is when a group of guys get together. They act like jackasses. It happened so fast. Steve grabbed her arm and she fell down, hit her head on the table. We didn't mean for it to happen. And then it was too late. Steve said there was only one option. I wish I could take it all back."

Sam nods. "I'm sure you do."

"I didn't kill her."

"Okay, look me in the eyes and tell me none of it's on you." Jonny avoids his gaze. "Look, I'm not saying you deserve to die."

"Really? Because I say we just let Rose kill him," Addison counters.

Sam shoots her a look, then turn back to Jonny. "We can help you."

"How," Jonny asks.

"You have to tell us where she's buried."

"In the woods. Uh, a clearing off of Canyon Run Road." Sam hops up from the table and Jonny does the same. "No, no, no. You're not going anywhere."

"But I—"

"You need to stay inside the salt line until I tell you you're safe."

Sam and Addison start out of the room. "You just want me to stand here all night," Jonny calls.

Addison turns back. "Consider it getting off easy, dick."

Addison shakes her head in disbelief as she pours salt on Rose's bones. "I hate this part of the job. The having to help the assholes part. And the digging part."

"He doesn't deserve to die, Ads," Sam replies.

"I know. But still, you can't exactly blame Rose for wanting to get some revenge."

Sam lights a matchbook before tossing into the grave. He pulls out his phone and calls Jonny. "All right. It's over, you're safe. But, Jonny, look at this as a new beginning. Lot of chances not to be a jackass."

Addison shifts. "I didn't mean to yell at you earlier. It's not fair to you. But I'm still trying to work through everything that happened last year. It's not easy. And it's gonna take me a while."

Sam nods. "Okay."

"The soulless dick big version of you was a master manipulator. And you're right. I do love Dean. I always have. I always will. But I also know that Dean and I will never get to that place where we can be together."

"Hey, uh, did we go to Olive Garden last year for Valentine's Day," Sam asks as they start towards their borrowed car.

"We did."

Addison smiles at the waiter as he sets a piece of cheesecake down in the middle of the table. It had been years since she had been as happy as she currently was. She had spent hours doing her hair and make up. She was wearing a red form fitting dress. "Ads, you know we're just friends, right," Sam says and she freezes. It felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on her.

"I know that," Addison says, taking a bite of cheesecake. "I just wanted an excuse to get dressed up for a night. It's been years since I've gotten dressed up and pretend to be a normal person for a night. So, thank you for doing this."

"It's no problem," Sam replies. His gaze roams over a waitress that walks past them. Addison stares at the cheesecake in front of her and sighs, trying to ignore the pit in her stomach.

Addison and Sam were at Isabel's apartment, searching through a box of Rose's belongings. They had been packing up to leave town when a call came over the police scanner. They had discovered that Jonny had been strangled the night before by a life sized doll in his apartment. "This is everything that was Rose's," Addison asks. The box hadn't been filled with much, just a few nicknacks and such.

"I gave most of her clothes to the Goodwill. She didn't have much," Isabel explains.

Sam motions to the chemistry books sitting on the table. "Those yours?"

"Yeah."

"Are you in school?" Isabel nods. "Where?"

"Uh, Great Falls."

Sam and Addison exchange a look. "So let me guess. Um, you were at the chem lab and the factory this week."

"Well, yeah."

"Did you pay a visit to a bar called McOwen's last night," Addison asks.

"Everybody from the factory goes there. I stop in maybe three times a week. Why?"

Sam stands up. "That's it. So this is all about you."

"What? What is?"

"The murders. Your co-workers. Your college janitor."

"What, you think I could do something like that?"

"No," Addison quickly says. "But you're at the center of it."

"Me? How?"

"Is there anything of Rose's that you wear all the time? Like a ring or a bracelet?" Isabel looks between the hunters. "It's important that we know. Do you have something of Rose's that you keep with you twenty-four seven?"

"Well, the only thing I have of hers is a part of me. When I was sixteen, she gave me one of her kidneys."

"Her kidney," Sam repeats.

"Yeah."

"You're kidding."

"Will you please tell me what this is about?"

"Of course," Addison replies, glancing at Sam. "But we're gonna need you to come with us."

Hearing the roar of the Impala, Sam and Addison climb out of the car they had borrowed without asking. They met Dean halfway in between the two cars. "That the girl with the haunted kidney," Dean asks.

"Yeah," Sam replies.

"Huh. Just when you think you've seen it all. What do you wanna do? We exactly can't burn the thing, I mean she kinda needs it."

"She can't walk around with it, Dean. The spirit's attached. It's gonna use her to get close to anyone it wants revenge on. It's not gonna stop killing."

"So what, you suggesting that we cut it out of her?"

"And then what? Leave her in a tub of ice with a phone taped to her hand?"

"We could call Dr. Robert," Addison suggests. "He could find a non-haunted replacement kidney."

Sam scoffs. "He works out of a butcher shop, Ads."

"It's pretty clean, you'd be surprised," Dean tells him.

"No. I think we have to go hoodoo."

"Hoodoo?"

"Well, that's not exactly a cure," Addison argues.

"It buys us a minute," Sam replies.

"All right. Louisiana it is," Dean says.

"Voodoo," Isabel asks and they turn to see her standing right behind them. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Actually, it's hoodoo, it's a little different."

"Hold on, Isabel," Sam tells her.

"You're not feds," Isabel states.

"Just let us explain."

The Impala's engine roars and they turn to look at the car. "No," Dean says. "No way."

"That's impossible," Isabel says.

Dean starts towards the Impala. "No, no, no. She possesses sex dolls. This is not a sex doll." The headlights on the Impala turn on. "Hey, you leave my baby alone. She's got nothing to do with this!"

The Impala moves towards them and they take off running. Sam ushers Isabel over to the stolen car with Addison right behind them while the Impala chases Dean. Sam and Addison run to help Dean just as the Impala crashes into an abandoned building. "You okay," Addison asks as he stands up.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. You guys," Dean answers, brushing glass off.

"Yeah," Sam answers while Addison nods.

They turn to Isabel. "Yeah, I'm..." Isabel spits up blood and they notice the glass shard sticking out of her abdomen. Isabel collapses and they crowd around her. After a couple of minutes, Isabel falls backwards. And the trio exchanges a look.

Sam holds out a beer as Dean climbs out from under the Impala's hood. They were back at Bobby's, taking a breather in between jobs. "How's it look," he asks.

"Well, considering she got carjacked by poltergeist, could be worse," Dean answers. "What exactly did we do back there, Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm not putting it in the win column either."

"We saved a few dicks and we killed an innocent girl. I got a heartbroken kid and a woman who's so pissed at me...I see what you mean about facing your past. It's, uh, it's awesome. Thanks."

"Dean—"

"I mean, all we do is make a mess."

"That's not true. We do save lives, now and again."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm just - I'm just tired of the all the bad luck, you know?"

"Well, you know, number one, bad luck is kind of in the job description. And two, it's not all bad. Really. Look at me. I mean, at least Satan's left the building."

"Yeah. It's the little things."

"And I have a soul, because of you. I never thanked you for that, did I?"

"That's all good, man."

"Well, thanks."

"You'd have done the same for me."

"I mean it. Look, we keep out heads down, keep swinging. We'll lose some, hopefully, we'll win more. And...I don't know. Anyway, for what it's worth...I got your back."

"Yeah, I know." Dean clears his throat. "Where's Ads?"

"Said that she was going to have lunch with Patrick."

Dean shakes his head and turns back to the Impala. "I don't trust him."

"Same here. But there's nothing we can do unless you want Addison pissed off at you. Besides if having a relationship with her father makes her happy, then we at least owe it to her give him a chance."

Patrick watches as his daughter takes a bite of apple pie. The fact that she had called him out of the blue and asked to meet him had caught him off guard. But he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "So, a haunted kidney," he asks, leaning back in the booth.

"Yeah. The poor girl ended up dying because her sister's ghost possessed Dean's car and it crashed into a building. It just really sucks when the people that deserved to be saved, we can't save them."

"That's the worst part of the job. How's Sam doing with the wall in his head?"

"He remembers some stuff. Dean keeps telling him not to mess with it, but Sam doesn't listen." Addison shifts. "I feel like it's my fault. I mean if I had just called Dean to tell him Sam was alive, then Sam's soul wouldn't have spent over a year in that cage."

Patrick leans forward and grab's her hand. "Addison, you can't beat yourself over that."

"Yeah. When you said you were listening to an angel and you found out too late, what did you mean?"

Patrick sighs. "You want the whole story?"

"Yes."