A/N: Sorry it took so long. School started and I work on top of it.
S3 EP 32 Magnificent 7
Bridget sighed heavily stretched out in the back seat sketching in her drawing pad. It was a drawing of Sam losing his shoe. She had no idea what that meant or why she drew it but with her luck she'd eventually find out and it was better than the fairy tale kick she'd been on the last few weeks. Sam currently resided in the front seat reading another book on how to free Dean which was getting him no where no matter how much he obsessed on it. It didn't stop him from trying though. As for Dean…Bridget glanced out the windshield and saw Dean inside the hotel room with his shirt off. He moved to the window and flashed her a thumbs up with a huge grin then shut the curtains as the blonde walked into sight. She shook her head. Dean was enjoying his life, she gave him that and at least she and Sam were getting along after his death and resurrection put everything into perspective.
Her cell buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out, pressing talk. "Hey Bobby."
"Hey Bridget. What you up to?"
"Drawing as usual. Nothing useful yet, but who knows."
"Is Sam still reading that book?"
She glanced at Sam in the front, nose buried deep in the book. "Yup."
"Its not gonna help any."
"I know," she sighed.
"Where's Dean?"
She pursued her lips. "Livin' it up."
"What?"
"Nothing…"
"Well pack it up and get here. I found something."
"Will do. See you soon," she hung up and put her drawing pad down. "Time to go on a dangerous mission."
"What?" Sam asked closing the book.
"Going in there and getting Dean.
Sam winced. "You sure there's no Wendigo?"
"Sorry buddy, we gotta go in there."
He grimaced and opened the door, hanging his head down.
"You think I wanna go in there," she snorted as they approached the door.
"The devil wouldn't want in there," he mumbled and stared at it.
She nudged him. "Well go ahead and knock."
"You do it?"
"He's your brother."
Sam looked at her and sighed. "Dammit…" he knocked slightly. "Dean…" he twisted the knob and opened the door slowly peaking around the corner. Bridget made sure to stay behind him. She didn't want to see what was on the other side. "Dean… Dean, you - you conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we…"
She saw Sam's eyes widen in horror, the catching your brother in the middle of something freaky horror. She stepped back before she could see anything as Sam hurriedly shut the door leaning on the wall.
"Do I even want to know?" she asked.
Sam shook his head furiously, "No…no you don't. I'm gonna go sit I the car."
Bridget couldn't help the laughter that came out of her. His reaction was priceless and she was glad it wasn't her. She'd caught enough people having sex and she didn't need to see Dean only because she wasn't sure how she'd feel about it because under the disgust was a thought of hurt and that bothered her most.
Twenty minutes and a clothed Dean later they were driving on the highway. Sam was silent for the first five minutes until he turned to Dean, holding his hand out. "Give me your knife."
"Why?"
"So I can gauge my eyes out," he said seriously.
"It was a beautiful , natural act Sam," Dean said.
Bridget snorted, "I doubt that."
"How would you know? You've never taken your chance."
"Dean, I was your roommate for years. I can hear you through walls. Nothing natural about it."
"And its part of you I never wanted to see," Sam said.
Dean patted Sam's leg. "Hey, I appreciate you guys giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint Twins."
"No problem," Sam mumbled.
Dean seemed shocked, "Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something."
"No, you deserve to have fun," Sam mumbled again.
"I'm in agreement with you there," he looked in the review mirror at a solemn looking Bridget. "What does Bobby got?" he asked ignoring her look for now.
"Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens," she perked up again.
"Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem," he said.
"Yeah, but it's all we got unless you want to go chasing down the fairytales I've been drawing."
"Mmm…love me some Aurora."
Bridget rolled her eyes, "Stay on the case please."
"Fine… Any freaky deaths?"
"No, nothing Bobby could find - not yet, anyway. You know how these things turn up when we get there," she reminded him.
"True. It's just weird. I mean, the night the devil's gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"
"Seventeen," Sam filled in.
"Seventeen. You think it would be "Apocalypse Now," but it's been five days and bubkis," Dean shrugged and shook his head. "What are they waiting for?"
"Beats me," Sam shrugged.
Dean sighed agitated. "It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."
"Be careful what you wish for," Sam said.
They drove the rest of the way there playing car games at Dean's request until Bridget could no longer stand playing I Spy on an empty road with the answers being dirt, sky and twice Dean tried for Bridget's chest as an answer and was rewarded with a smack to his head. They finally arrived at a farm in the town in the morning after taking turns napping in the back seat. Bridget slurped on the soda at the only drive through in town they could find as Dean munched on a burger. She frowned as she heard cicadas in the trees.
"You hear that?" she asked the two.
"Yeah…cicadas," Sam nodded.
"That can't be good," Dean said.
Bobby stepped out of his truck. "So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we?"
"Who cares about cholesterol? I sold my soul. I got a year," Dean shrugged.
"So, Bobby, what do you think? We got a biblical plague here or what?" Sam changed subjects quickly.
"Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero."
Bridget sighed as they approached the locked farmhouse. This was already looking like it was going to be bad. Dean picked the lock and walked in first, guns drawn. Bridget went behind Sam and was immediately hit by the rotting smell. Her eyes watered and she gagged covering her nose.
"Oh my God, that's awful," she said.
"This so can't be a good sign," Dean said, scrunching his face at the stench in the house.
Guns up they checked each room, approaching the sound of a TV on behind a closed door. Dean glanced at Sam who nodded then looked at Bridget who gave him a thumbs up, taking the release off her gun. Dean kicked the door open and the smell hit them instantly. Three rotting bodies sat on the couch in front of a TV.
"Oh my God," Bridget said at the sight, hand over her mouth from both the shock and smell.
"Bobby, what the hell happened here?" Sam asked the older man.
"I don't know," he said just as stunned.
"Check for sulfur," Dean suggested.
Before they could there was a noise from out front. Dean signaled Bridget to follow him and for Bobby and Sam to follow around. They nodded and Bridget followed behind Dean to the front of the house. She was stunned as Dean was knocked to the ground by a man with a shot gun. Bridget pointed her gun at the woman with him. "Touch him again and I'll shoot her in the head," Bridget warned.
The man glanced up at her, gun pointed at Dean just as Bobby came around the side. "Tamara? Isaac?" he said.
"Bobby? What the hell you doing here?" he asked with an accent.
"I could ask the same," he smiled.
"How you doin', Bobby?"
"Uh, can I get up," Dean said from the floor.
"Yeah, sorry about that," he helped Dean up and Bridget warily lowered her gun.
"Care to explain, Bobby?" she asked.
"Sure, but lets do this some place more private with less dead people in the house," he suggested.
"Our place isn't far. Follow us," Tamara led the way. With curious glances, Dean, Sam, and Bridget got back into the Impala following the hunters.
Large shelves lined with jars of things most of which Bridget couldn't even pronounce filled the house of Tamara and Isaac. Dean was on the phone in the other room trying to get information from the corner's assistant by any means he could which usually meant he was flirting. Sam and her kept looking around the shelves at all the items.
"Honey? Where's the Palo Santo?" Isaac asked his wife.
"Well, where'd you leave it?" she asked bluntly.
"If I knew that I wouldn't be asking."
"Palo Santo?" Sam repeated with a frown.
"It's holy wood, from Peru. It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them," Tamara explained as she reached into a bag and pulled out a large stake handing it to her husband.
"Thank you, dear."
"How long you two been married?" Bridget asked, inspecting a jar she pulled off the shelf.
"Eight years since June," she said lovingly.
"The family that slays together…" Isaac smiled.
"Right. Got you there. So how'd you two get started," Sam asked and the two froze.
Bridget put the jar down in the awkward silence, lips pressed tightly together as Sam apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean …its none of my business."
"It's all right," Tamara said with a sad smile.
Dean came back into the room then breaking the awkwardness. "That was the corner's tech on the phone. Get this - that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."
"But there was a fully stocked kitchen just yards away," Bobby pointed out.
"What is this, a demon attack?" Bridget asked.
Bobby shook his head, "If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw, and I've seen plenty."
"Well, what now? What should we do?" Dean asked.
Isaac lifted his eyebrows, "Uh, we're not gonna do anything."
"What do you mean?" Dean frowned.
"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't "scooby-doo," and we don't play well with others."
"Well, I think we'd cover a lot more ground if we all worked together," Bridget said, offended by his statement.
"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."
Dean got upset, "No offense?"
Tamara scolded, "Isaac. Like you've never made a mistake."
He nodded, "Oh yeah, yeah. Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world, though."
"That's enough," Bridget said.
"Guys this isn't helping," Sam interjected.
Isaac wasn't finished, "Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now. We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us - on all of us."
Tamara grabbed his arm and pulled him away and out of the room, "Okay. That's quite enough testosterone for now."
"So what do we do?" Bridget asked the boys.
"We work on our own," Dean shrugged. "Something's bound to come up."
It didn't take long for something to come up Bridget noticed as they stood outside the police tape staring at the department store. "We got anything?" she asked Sam.
"Not yet, trying to figure out a way we can get in."
"We don't have any…" Bridget drifted off as she saw Bobby approaching them from insider the shop. He was wearing a suit with his hair slicked back. She let out a whistle. "Nice, Bobby. What were you, a g-man?"
"District Attorney."
"What you get there 007?" Dean asked.
"Was she possessed?" Sam asked.
"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs - no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just, she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."
Dean shrugged, "Maybe she's just some random whack job."
"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you guys find anything around here?"
Sam shook his head, "No sulfur, nothing."
Bridget pointed at the camera, "Well, maybe something."
With a little help from Bobby as a DA they were able to watch the security tape. Bridget rewound it back then paused when the suspect came in. A redheaded man approached her whispering something and seconds later the blonde attacked the other woman. "Looks like we got our guy."
"We should stake out the local bar," Dean suggested. "I bet he'll show up."
The stakeout wasn't what Bridget had in mind being cramped up in the backseat of Bobby's car with her drawing pad in her lap, back to drawing fairytales. At least this time she was drawing a ball scene with a girl in a beautiful dress and a man in a nice crisp tuxedo. These were things she could get used to, not her legs aching from not being stretched.
"What time is it?" Bobby asked.
"Past midnight," Dean sighed.
"You sure this is the right place?" Bridget questioned.
"No. But I spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and, supposedly, he drinks at this stupid bar."
A loud bang came from the other window causing them to jump. Sam opened the back door with a grin and scooted in next to Bridget.
"Not funny!" Dean said.
"I thought it was hilarious," Sam sighed. "So, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" Bridget pieced together.
He nodded, "Yeah."
"So you think he's possessed?"
Sam shrugged his shoulders, "It's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"
"Those demons that got out at the gate - they're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen," Bobby told him.
"You mean the demons we let out?" Bridget corrected.
Dean gestured out the windshield, "Hey guys."
They all turned to look and see the redheaded man get out of a car and walk into the bar. Dean moved his hand to open the door. "All right. Showtime."
"Wait," Bridget touched his shoulder.
"What?"
"We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure," Bobby agreed with Bridget.
"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" he argued.
"We're no good dead! And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is," he shot back.
Bridget's eyes widened slightly as she continued looking out the windshield, "Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option."
"Why not?"
Bridget pointed out the window and they followed to see Isaac and Tamara walking into the bar.
"Dammit!" Bobby swore.
"What do we do?" Sam asked.
"We got to stop them obviously," Dean said.
"How? We can't go in there guns blazing," Bridget said.
Bobby started his car. "There is one way. Hold on." He pushed his foot down on the gas and Bridget braced herself as they hurtled straight towards the bar. It crashed through the wall and they hopped out in the mix of confusion. Bridget went straight for Tamara who was crouched over Isaac's dead body. She could see the blood and foam bubbling from his mouth and knew he was dead. "Come on, Tamara. Let him go, he's dead. Come on." She got Tamara into the back seat and yelled at Dean who was overpowering the red head and managed to get him in the trunk, trapping him in with the Devil's Trap.
They managed to get the red head tied to a chair under a Devil's Trap why they argued with a hysterical Tamara in the other room.
"I say we're going back!"
"Hold on," Bridget told her.
"I left my husband on the floor."
"I understand that, but we can't go back," Bridget said calmly.
"Fine. Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."
"I'll go with her," Dean volunteered.
"It's suicide," Sam argued.
"So what? I'm dead already!"
"How you gonna kill 'em? Can't shoot 'em. You can't stab 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!"
"I don't care!" Tamara yelled.
"We don't even know how many of them there are!" Bridget argued back.
Bobby came back into the room, "Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"
"No. Who?"
"The seven deadly sins, live and in the flesh."
It was silent for a moment until Dean broke it, "What's in the box?" Bridget rolled her eyes. "Brad pitt? "Se7en"? No?"
Bobby tossed him a book.
"What's this?"
""Binsfeld's classification of demons." In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins - not just as human vices but as actual devils."
"The family - they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper...," Sam figured.
"That would be Envy," Bridget filled in.
"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them!" Tamara yelled.
Bobby yelled back, "We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, dark ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So we are gonna take a breath... And figure out what our next move is…I'm sorry about Isaac."
Envy chuckled in the chair, "So you know who I am, huh?"
"We do. We're not impressed," Bobby said.
"Why are you here? What are you after?" Bridget asked.
"We already have what we want."
"What's that?" Dean asked.
"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."
"Fun?" Sam repeated.
"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides... on their outside."
"I'm gonna put you down like a dog," Tamara growled.
"Please," he laughed. "You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara. All that wrath. Ooh. tsk,tsk,tsk. It's the reason you and Isaac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."
Tamara's face twisted in rage and she hit him in the face. Dean pulled her back and Envy laughed even with the blood dripping down his chin. "Aah! Whew! My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny... greedy... hungry...violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals, too. The others - they're coming for me."
"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you... 'cause you'll be in hell. Someone send this clown packing," Dean said.
"My pleasure," Tamara smiled and began reading the book. Envy began screaming and the others left the room.
Bobby sighed, "I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them."
"What does that mean?"
"I think maybe this joker's right. They're gonna be hunting us. And they're not gonna quit easy," he said.
"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills? I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time," Dean suggested.
"You're insane, Dean. Just forget about it, okay?" Bridget told him.
"Bridget's right," Sam agreed.
"There's six of them, guys. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn," Dean explained.
"Maybe, but there's no place to run that they won't find us."
"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam suggested.
"Then let's not make it easy for them."
Tamara came into the room, dropping the book on the table. "Demon's out and in hell."
"And the guy."
"He didn't make it," she said coldly.
"Well… we better get started."
Bridget was busy filling flasks with holy water while Dean loaded shot guns. Bobby had the book open to the pages they needed and Tamara sat silently. The lights began to flicker and the radio came on in the corner. Bridget felt her necklace vibrate against her. "They're here."
Dean cocked his gun, "Here we go."
Outside they could hear Isaac's cries, "Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Please!"
Bobby looked at Tamara who was fighting with herself. "It's not him. It's one of those demons. It's possessing his corpse."
He began pounding on the door, "Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore... At that lake in Michigan. Remember? We swore we would never leave each other!"
Tears streamed down her face, "How does he know that?"
"Steady, Tamara," Bridget told her.
"You just gonna leave me out here? You just gonna let me die? I guess that's what you do, dear! Like that night those things came to our house... came for our daughter! You just let her die, too," his voice was more cynical now.
"You son of a bitch!" she cried out heading for the door.
"Tamara, no!" Bobby yelled.
She ran through the open door and tackled Isaac down the stairs with the Palo stake in hand. "You're not Isaac," she screamed at him and plunged it into his chest.
The others came up the stairs and into the house. The four split up and Bridget ran up the stairs with a demon in a suit following her. She ran into a bedroom, turning to face the doorway as he entered. "Bridget…good to see you," he said.
She smiled, "Wish I could say the same.
He grinned back at seeing the trap. "Really? You think something like that can stop me, I mean really me." It cracked suddenly across the roof.
Bridget sighed, "Oh shit. I get Pride."
He hit her and she hit the wall, shaking the fog from her head, rolling out of the way as he moved to hit her again. She backed up into the wall as he slowly stalked towards her, "No where to go, nowhere to run."
Bridget touched her necklace. "Who said I need to run?" it responded to her touch and began glowing brighter.
"What the?" the demon said confused as a beam of light shot out and hit it square in the chest. Electricity wrapped around its body as it screamed and a dark foam flew from its mouth and disappeared into the ground, back to hell.
Bridget panted from the effort and energy it took to perform the newly acquired skill. She slid down the wall sitting on the floor. Dean entered the room a moment later and kneeled next to her, moving the hair from her face. "Hey, you okay?"
"Better than him," she gestured at Pride and his dead carrier.
"Come on," he helped her up and they moved back downstairs.
They dug a trench and put the bodies of the people that didn't survive into it, lighting it on fire to dispose of them. Several yards away Tamara was standing into front of a pyre with Isaac's body burning upon it.
"Think she'll be okay?" Bridget asked.
"No. Definitely not," Dean shook his head.
Bobby joined them with dark circles under his eyes. Dean smiled, "Well, you look like hell warmed over."
"You try exorcising all night and see how you feel."
"Any survivors?" She asked.
"Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but, still…"
"That's more than you can say for these poor bastards," she gestured.
"Bobby, that knife - what kind of blade can kill a demon?" Sam asked about the mystery girl he had seen.
"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing."
"I'm just gonna ask it again - who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be, "how come a girl can fight better than you?" Dean asked.
"Two demons, Dean. At once."
"I have a more troubling question," Bridget said.
"What?"
"If we let out the seven deadly sins, what else did we let out?"
Dean winced, "You're right. That is troubling."
They packed up their car and prepared to leave, saying goodbye to Tamara.
"See you gents around." She said.
Bobby gave her a hug, "Tamara? The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful."
"You, too."
Bobby looked at the three, "Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same."
"You got it."
"Wait, Bobby. We can win this war, right?" Sam asked.
"Catch you on the next one," he said instead, walking away.
Dean sighed and patted the top of the Impala. "So, where to?"
"Uh, I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana maybe."
"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?"
Sam nodded, "Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara, and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your - with your demon deal."
"No," Dean shook his head.
"Why not?"
"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase."
"We don't know that."
"Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help. We're not going, and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"
Bridget inspected her nails, it was about to get ugly and she'd been waiting a week for Sam to blow up. He delivered like she thought he would.
"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and...I don't care anymore."
"That didn't last long," Dean sighed.
"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"
"It's not like that."
"Then what's it like, Dean?"
"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you."
"How could you make that deal, Dean? So, what, now I live and you die?"
"That's the general idea, yeah."
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish."
"Sam…" Bridget interjected. "It's done. It's over. Let it go. Because you can either waste time and be angry or enjoy what you have left. You decide but quit the emo bullshit."
"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good - for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like to make the most of it. So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?" Dean added.
"You're unbelievable," he rolled his eyes getting into the car.
"Very true," Dean grinned and they drove off to their next destination.