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Sam finished his blueberry pancakes and set off to his room. If Azazel really wanted him to take on the Seven Deadly Sins, he'd need to make sure he was packing. As he opened his bedroom door and headed for the wall of weapons to his right, Sam wondered if he wanted an army to fear him, even if it was a demon army. No, if Sam had to rule an army, which he hoped he wouldn't have to, he'd rather them respect him than fear him. Sam pulled the bag full of hunter's supplies over his left shoulder and made his way to the main hall where he knew Azazel would be waiting.
Sam was surprised to see the hall was empty. Sam shrugged the bag onto the floor next to his chair and sat down. His leg started to bounce up and down as he thought about the events that were about to transpire. As Sam felt Azazel's presence, a feeling his neck was all too familiar with, he wondered what his family would think if he died on this hunt.
Back at Isaac and Tamara's place, Dean called the coroner's office as Bobby helped his two friends prepare their weapons.
Isaac searched along the desks, and, unable to find what he was looking for, called out, "Honey, where's the polo Santo?"
"I don't know dear, where'd you leave it last?" Tamara asked in her British accent.
Isaac rolled his eyes, where his wife couldn't see, and said, "I don't know, that's why I'm asking."
Bobby spotted the Paulo Santo and held it out. "This? What's it supposed to do?"
Tamara took it and started to spread it along a wooden stake. "It's toxic to demons, like holy water. It keeps them held down while we exorcise them." She handed to stake to Isaac.
"Thank you, dear." Isaac pecked Tamara on the cheek.
She smiled. "You'd lose your head without me."
"Hey, that was the coroner's tech. The cause of death of the family? Dehydration. No sign of struggle, either. They just sat down and never stood back up."
"But there was a full stocked kitchen." Bobby chimed in. "If this is a demon attack, it's unlike anything I've ever seen, and I've seen plenty."
The four hunters stood in silence, each contemplating what to do next.
Azazel walked through the doors, followed by Dante and a few other demons. "Are you ready to head out, Sammy?" Azazel smiled, the only one in the room to show any emotions on their face. "I can just sense the optimism." Azazel's voice drips with sarcasm.
Sam gave him a tight smile. "Sorry, but I can't seem to get excited about a death march."
Azazel turned to the other demons. "He's just being modest." Turning back to Sam, "You're going to do much better on this than you did on the exercise yesterday, I'm sure of it. Now, off you go!"
Sam suddenly finds himself on a bench on a sidewalk in who-knows-where with a vicious headache. He watches as two girls yell at each other over what seems to be a pair of shoes, willing the headache to go away. Sam watched on in horror as one of the girls slammed the other's head into a windshield several times, killing her. The girl in question then walked away with the shoes in hand.
Sam cursed his stupid headache for keeping him from helping. He stood slowly, his headache dissipating, when he noticed a guy watching from the street corner. The hairs on the back of Sam's neck stood up, and Sam got a feeling that man was one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Not wanting to lose this opportunity, Sam followed him from a safe distance.
Bobby sat down in the Impala and shut the door. "Nothing."
Dean looked over at Bobby, turning down Metallica as he did so. "Nothing? The girl wasn't possessed? The chick killed another chick for a pair of shoes, Bobby. Shoes."
Bobby shook his head. "Nope, she didn't have any blackouts, no reaction to Christo, and I even spilled a little holy water on her just to be sure. I guess she just really wanted those shoes."
Dean sighed. "Might as well check out the security camera just in case. I'm not a fan of coincidences, and, after that family died, this is looking to be one hell of a coincidence."
Sam sat on a bench at the park. He couldn't fathom why one of the Seven Deadly Sins stopped here. He watched the man, wondering if he was wrong and this was just a random guy. The man in question was currently sitting on the ground people watching. Harmless enough, that is, until his eyes stopped on two little girls playing with a kite.
The man stood up and started walking towards the girls. There was no way in hell that Sam would allow the man to hurt those girls, and, if his assumption was correct, their very lives were at stake. Sam got up and followed, close enough to jump in and stop him but not close enough to raise suspicion.
Sam almost attacked the man when he started to talk to who he assumed were the parents of the two girls until he saw them laugh. Sam relaxed slightly, but still held up his guard. He tensed again as he saw the man approach the girls, but the man only gave them high fives. It seemed harmless enough. The man left the girls and started to leave the park.
As Sam turned to go, he heard the beginnings of an argument. He turned to see both girls pulling on the kite. To the outsider's point of view, it just looked like a small squabble between little kids, but not to Sam. Not wanting a repeat of what happened at the store, Sam jogged over to the little girls to stop the fight from escalating.
"Whoa, what seems to be the problem here?" Sam asked, pulling the girls apart and taking the kite.
The taller one spoke up first. "Katie has had the kite all day. It's my turn!"
The other girl, Katie, spoke up quickly. "What?! I just started my turn. Gabriella has had the kite for hours."
Both girls glare at each other, bodies tensed and ready to fight tooth and nail for the kite. Sam knows he has to reverse whatever the man did, but all he did was give the girls a high five. Putting the kite on the ground, Sam kneeled beside the girls and placed his left hand on Gabriella's shoulder and his right on Katie's. Taking a deep breath, Sam closed his eyes. He could feel the spell – power, evil, whatever it was – coursing through both girls. Sam pulled the evil from the girls into his own body and dropped his hands from the girls' shoulders. As the girls picked up the kite and started to play again, a shadow fell over Sam.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sam looked up to see two women standing next to him. "You better have a damn good explanation for talking to our daughters."
Sam stood up and looked around. He silently cursed himself for losing sight of the man. "I mean no disrespect, ma'am. I only saw them start to bicker and thought I'd help save a friendship." He smiled sheepishly. "I know I should've let you handle it, but-"
He was cut off by the woman who spoke before. "But nothing! Don't you know I could call the police on you for approaching my child and possibly being a pedophile?!"
"Martha, calm down. The girls are fine, and I doubt this young man is a pedophile." The other woman defended Sam, much to his relief. Crisis averted, Sam focused on finding the man who created this mess.
Sam asked the women, "So, uh, do you happen to know the name of the guy who came over here not even two minutes ago? He dropped a ten back over there." Sam indicated the area the man was sitting earlier. "I came over here to return it when I saw the argument."
The woman who hates Sam, Martha, spoke up. "Might as well keep the ten. Walter is only going to spend the money on booze at the bar."
"He goes there every night. Walter is nice enough, but he can't go one night without his alcohol." The other woman added.
Sam smiled. "Do you know his last name? I'd feel bad keeping his money."