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A/N: This was a two parter and just to get it going I decided to put them both up at the same time. Enjoy!
Chapter Three: …For I Have Sinned
The next morning there was another murder. A woman killed another over a pair of shoes. We immediately went to investigate it. Trying to put together the pieces to what was going on. Dean was talking to a sales clerk while Sam and I did the actual work. Dean was good at getting info with his good looks and charm. I wasn't jealous but it didn't mean I liked it.
"Dean, what are you doing?" Sam asked as we walked up to him.
"Comforting the bereaved. What are you doing?" Dean smiled back.
"Workin'. Dead body. Possible demon attack, that kind of stuff." Sam said nonchalantly.
Dean coughed, putting on his pouty face. "Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, you know, I don't have much time left, and, uh…" He said and coughed again. "I gotta make every second count."
"Yeah, right. All right. I'm sorry." Sam told him.
"Don't fall for his bullshit." I frowned at Sam. "And, baby, stop flirting. I might have to get angry with you."
"Sorry." Dean frowned moving to my side.
I nodded and listened as the men discussed the case. My head was everywhere but where it needed to be. I should have been helping put the pieces together. Instead I was lost in my own thoughts about what I know and what I don't. Of what's to come and what would happen after. I was dwelling again. But it was a living nightmare. All of this. The smell of the house. Looking at Dean every day knowing what was going to happen. It was like finding out that your significant other was dying of cancer. Only when they die they would more then likely go to heaven. They were sick and then they died. Dean was perfectly healthy and when he died he wasn't going to heaven. Hell was his only destination.
"Hey!" I heard Dean's voice practically yell.
"What?" I asked coming back to the present.
"Did you hear anything we just said?" He frowned.
I sighed and shook my head. "No, sorry." I said running my fingers through my hair.
"Somethin' wrong?" Bobby asked me, concerned.
"I'm fine." I smiled at him. They all looked at me unbelievingly. I nodded and shrugged. "Just a lot of talking in my head." I told them.
"Well shut it up and get your head back in the game." Bobby frowned at me.
"Sorry." I said averting my eyes.
They all looked at each other and walked away. I followed them into the back room. We started to screen the tapes. Watching any interaction the woman may have had before the incident. A man was talking to her. He touched her before she went to the other woman. He grinned and walking away. After we ID'd the guy it was time to get to work. We had to find him. I went with Sam while Bobby and Dean went on their own. I was almost afraid to admit that I was okay being away from Dean right now. Sam didn't say anything as we walked down the street. He frowned and slowed. I watched him, frowning at his own. He looked behind him before starting to walk again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I thought someone was behind me." He replied. I frowned but pushed it aside. "So, you wanna talk?" He asked.
"Yes and no." I replied.
"Of all the people to talk to about this. You know I'm your guy." He told me.
"I know." I smiled at him. "I just can't stop thinking about it." I told him.
"You're not the only one." He stated sadly.
"I know." I told him. "But I've been having nightmares. I can't seem to get them out of my head. We fight all the time now. It's my fault. I'm not denying that. It's just…" I said and stopped throwing up my hands.
"It's just what?" Sam asked.
"That I have no power here. I can't help him. Not helping him means I can't help myself. There is nothing I can do. Nothing you can do." I told him.
"I can do something." Sam told me.
"What? What, Sam, what can you do?" I asked him.
He looked at me but didn't reply. I nodded and took a deep breath. "I'll fix this, Evy. I'm going to make it okay."
He was too stubborn to face the truth of the matter. But I smiled at him. "Thanks, Sammy."
He put his arm around me. "Just try and find a way not to dwell on it so much."
"Believe me. I'm trying." I replied.
I laughed as Sam pounded on the window of Bobby's car. Dean jumped on the other side. Sam opened the door.
"It's not funny." Dean frowned.
"Yeah." Sam smiled pushing Dean forward with the seat so he and I could crawl into the back. "All right, so- So John Doe's name is, uh, Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park just west of Chicago. Went missing a week ago."
"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" Dean asked.
"Damn straight." I told him.
"So you think he's possessed?" Dean asked.
"It's a good bet. So what, uh, he just walks up to someone, touches them and they go stark raving psycho or something?" Sam asked.
"Those demons that got out of that gate, they'll be able to do things we haven't seen." Bobby told us.
"You mean, the demons we let out."
"Sammy…" I said putting my hand on his arm. He just looked at me briefly.
"Guys." Dean said watching out the front. Walter was on his way into the bar. "All right. Show time."
"Wait a minute." Bobby told him.
"What?" Dean frowned.
"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know." Bobby told him.
"He's right." I said putting my hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?" He frowned at Bobby.
"We're no good dead. We're not going to make a move till we know what the score is." Bobby told him.
"Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option." Sam replied.
"Why not?" Bobby frowned at him.
Sam nodded toward a car. We watched Isaac and Tamara getting out of it, walking toward the bar.
"Damn it." Bobby said as he got out.
"Shit." I said as we all followed. "What do we do?" I asked.
The door was locked. Bobby and Dean started to use their shoulders to break through the door. It wasn't working. Soon there was screaming from inside. I couldn't help the fear that was moving through me. I could only imagine what was happening behind the door.
"Come on!" Bobby yelled as he ran back to the car.
We all loaded back into it before gun whipped the car around. He drove backwards, accelerating. The car broke through the wall. There was a circle of demons. One held Tamara. Isaac was on the floor in a pool of his own blood. We all quickly got out of the car, splashing holy water in every direction. The demons backed off. Sam saw Isaac before grabbing Tamara from the demon's hands. She yelled to her husband but he was dead. There was no helping him now. I covered him as he got back into the car with her. I moved in behind him as Bobby got behind the steering wheel. I yelled to Dean as he moved toward the demons. I tried to get out again when I saw his flask empty, but Sam held me back. I was yelling at him as he fought momentarily with a demon before throwing him into the trunk. He rushed back to the front seat, closing the door as Bobby sped off.
We returned to the house only to have a hysterical Tamara tell us she was going back for her husband. There was nothing to go back for, other then his body. We had to make it through this before that could be done. His body would be retrieved. We had one demon on the inside and several more on the outside. One thing at a time.
"And I say we're going back." Tamara told us. It was hard not to be on her side.
"Now, just hold on a second." Sam told her.
"I left my husband bloody on the floor!" Tamara yelled at him.
"Okay, I understand that, but we can't go back." He said trying to reason with her.
"We'll go back for him, I promise. We just can't do it right now." I told her gently.
"Fine, then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar." She replied.
"I'll go with her." Dean told us.
"It's suicide, Dean." Sam stated.
"So what? I'm dead already." Dean replied.
"Dean!" I yelled and grabbed his jacket.
"How you gonna kill them? You can't shoot them. You can't stab them. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised." Sam told him.
"I don't care!" Tamara yelled at him.
"We don't even know how many of them there are." Sam stated.
"Yeah, we do. There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?" Bobby said holding open a book.
"No. Who?" Dean asked.
"The seven deadly sins. Live and in the flesh." He replied.
"Shit." I frowned at him.
Dean scoffed. I still held his jacket. "'What's in the box?' Heh." We all just looked at him. "Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?"
"Do you really think now's the appropriate time for that?" I frowned at him. He just shrugged at me. I couldn't help but hide a smile. It was a little funny.
Bobby slammed the book shut and threw it at Dean. "What's this?" Dean said looking at it.
"Binsfeld's Classification of demons. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins. Not just as human vices, but as actual devils." Bobby told him.
It all seemed to make sense now. The family had been touched by Sloth. The shopper had been touched with Envy. Isaac had been touched with an awful Gluttony. I ran my fingers through my hair as Tamara's grief started to spill over again.
"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." She yelled at Bobby.
"We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened. These demons haven't been top side in half a millennium. We're talking medieval, Dark Ages. We've never faced anything close to this. So we're going to take a breath…and figure out what our next move is!" Bobby yelled in her face. He took a deep calming breath. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Everyone moved into the next room. I stayed where I was. As much as I didn't want to dwell I couldn't help the thought in the back of my head that this was going to be me. Would I react like her? Would I go out and seek revenge? I closed my eyes before leaving the house. I went to my bag and pulled out the bottle. I looked at it before putting it back. Only a second later it was out again. I guzzled as much as I could with one breath before replacing it. I leaned against the car and looked into the night sky. The stars were there. Beautiful as they ever were. I could hear the faint talking inside. But I didn't need to be in there. The others could fill me in. I heard when the demon left the possessed. It was only a few minutes later when Dean came from the front door.
"The others are going to be coming for us. We better get ready." He told me.
"Okay." I said giving him a small smile.
"I'm sorry about all this." He told me.
"We've been apologizing for too much lately." I stated.
"Yeah, but I'm still sorry." He told me.
"Me too." I replied taking his hand. "Do you think I'll act like her?" I asked him. "Seek revenge at all costs?"
Dean looked at me before shaking his head. "No. You're going to be okay. You're going to keep fighting and just be you."
I smiled and kissed him deeply. "Thank you."
We went back in and put salt in front of everything. We loaded ourselves up with holy water and shotguns. It was going to be one hell of a fight. We waited, but soon the radio turned on and the dial moved up and down before settling on a song. They were here. We took our places. We could hear Isaac outside, yelling for his wife. But he was dead. We all knew that. He taunted her, trying to get her to come out. In the end his taunting worked. Tamara yelled out before we heard the door burst open and watched as she tackled the remains of her husband. We watched the other demons file into the house. We moved into the hall where demons came at us. Dean and Sam went opposite directions as one came into the room I was in. I took out my holy water and splashed her with it. I didn't know which one she was but I wasn't much in the mood for conversation. She rushed me but I managed to get behind her, splashing her across the back. I poured salt in my hand and went to put it in her mouth. It didn't work. She hit me hard, throwing me against the wall. She punched me hard across the jaw. I fought with her, coming out on the losing end when she screamed and I watched the demon die within her, . When the body fell away the blond woman I'd seen from my dreams was standing in front of me. My eyes grew wide but she was gone before I could say anything. I ran my fingers through my hair before going to find the others.
The fight ended soon after the blond arrived. She killed the remaining demons that had attacked Sam. Dean and Bobby had taken care of their own. We had all made it through unscathed. All except for Tamara. Come morning all the bodies are being burned. All killed with the knife. There were two survivors out of the seven of them. While we took care of the possessed bodies, Tamara had wrapped Isaac and was burning him a few yards away.
"Think she's gonna be all right?" Sam asked.
"No, definitely not." Dean replied.
"You can't blame her." I said and started to walk toward her.
I didn't think she wanted to talk. She probably didn't want company. But I couldn't just let her be alone. She'd be alone a lot now. I stepped next to her, gently rubbing her back.
"Hi." I said softly. It was the only thing I could think to say.
"How am I supposed to go on without him?" She asked me. She was more composed then I would have thought.
"I don't know." I told her honestly. "I can hardly imagine what you're going through."
"Sure you can." She told me. "You have a ring don't you?"
I twisted it on my finger. "Yeah, but we still have to try and make it down the aisle."
"Do it. Before it's too late." She told me.
She walked away. I was only a few steps behind her. Everything was packed and we were ready to move on. Tamara was dealing but I was worried about her being alone. But alone was what she wanted. She got into her truck and drove off. We said our goodbyes to Bobby before heading to the car.
"So were to?" Dean asked.
"Disneyland." I grinned at him.
"I was thinking Louisiana, maybe." Sam replied.
"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?" Dean asked his brother.
"Yeah. Listen I was talking to Tamara and she mentioned this Hoodoo priestess outside Treefort that might be able to help up out, you know, with your- Your demon deal." He replied.
"Nah." Dean replied.
"Here it comes." I said quietly and leaned against the car.
"Nah? What does that mean, 'Nah?'?" Sam asked him.
"Sam, no Hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase." Dean replied.
"We don't know that, Dean." Sam told him.
"Sam, don't be naïve." I told him as gently as I could.
"Yes, we do. Forget it, she can't help." Dean told him.
"Look it's worth-" Sam told him.
"We're not going and that's that. What about Reno? Huh?" Dean said trying to change the subject.
"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." Sam told him.
"Sammy…" I said looking at him.
"That didn't last long." Dean told him.
"What did you expect?" I asked.
"Yeah, 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." Dean told him. The sad part was coming.
"Then what's it like, Dean?"
"Sam-" Dean frowned.
"Please, tell me." Sam asked.
"We trap a 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." Dean told him.
"You knew?" Sam asked me.
I nodded. "That's why I haven't been trying very hard."
"How could you make that deal, Dean?"
"Because I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."
"So, what now? I live and you die?" Sam asked.
"That's the general idea, yeah."
"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 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."
"Yeah, you're right, it was selfish, but I'm okay with that."
"Me too." I said softly.
"I'm not." Sam replied.
"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. It's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel." He told his brother. I looked at him sadly.
"That's hellfire, Dean." Sam told him sadly.
"Eh. Well, 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?" He grinned at his brother.
"You're unbelievable." Sam stated as he got into the car.
"Very true." Dean said and grinned at me.
"He's right." I smiled at him.
"Yeah, but you love me anyway."
I laughed and kissed him deeply. "I really, really do."
Raise a little hell
Raise a little hell
Raise a little hell
If you don't like what you got
Why don't you change it?
If your world is all screwed up
Rearrange it
Raise a little hell
Raise a little hell
Raise a little hell