Chapter 02 — What's Up, Tiger Mommy?
"Are you fucking kidding me," Dean asks, around a mouthful of a cheeseburger. Addison shoots him a look, clearly showing that she wasn't pleased with his table manners. He quickly swallows and wipes his face. An action that doesn't go unnoticed by Sam. "You're kidding me?"
"What," Kevin argues. "Is it too much to ask if we can swing by and check on my mom?"
"Swing by," Dean repeats. "It's a day's drive in the opposite direction. You know that, right?"
"Yes. I understand we're in a hurry."
"Okay, well, then what's the problem?"
"Channing's broken neck is my problem," Kevin snaps. "As in I'd rather not see my mom twisted into a corkscrew."
Sam sighs. "Kid's got a point, Dean."
Dean shoots his younger brother an annoyed look. "Stay out of this." Sam shoots Addison a smile, but she doesn't return it. "Kevin, your mom is fine."
They grow quiet as the waitress sets a couple more baskets of food in front of them. "How can you possibly know that," Kevin asks once the waitress is gone.
"Because Crowley needs her to be, okay? In fact, he's probably got the place stacked with bodyguards right now, protecting her so that when you do show up, they'll pounce on you both."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"She's bait, man, plain and simple. And you want to swim right up and bite the hook? Look, we have got Crowley by the short and curlies, okay? All we need to do is find the tablet, whip up the spell, and boom, sunshine and sandy beaches."
"Dean, my mom's all alone. She's surrounded by demons. Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?"
Dean looks between Sam and Addison. Sam shrugs and Addison stares at him blankly. "Son of a bitch," he mutters, throwing his burger into the basket. "Fine. Let's go."
"Ads, you okay," Sam questions, shooting her a concerned look.
"I'm fine. I'm just tired," Addison softly says. She slowly stands up. "Excuse me." She grabs her purse and walks away from the table. Dean sits there for a moment, then follows after her.
"There is definitely something wrong with her," Kevin says. Sam can't help but silently agree with the teenager.
Addison rests her chin on Dean's shoulder as they observe the street. His hand settles on her thigh and gives her a supportive squeeze. They were parked across the road from Kevin's house. She was sitting in the front seat of the Impala, something that she was grateful for since she was able to stretch out and sleep. "Tiger mom, nine o'clock," Sam says.
Kevin yanks the binoculars out of Sam's hand. "Where?"
"Left window."
Kevin looks through the binoculars and sees his mom for the first time in over a year. "She seems okay. Sad, but okay."
"The mailman," Addison says.
Kevin turns to where the mailman was putting mail in his mother's mailbox. "Yeah, that's Carl. So what?"
"Carl's filled your mom's mailbox three times since we've been sitting here," Addison explains.
"He's a demon?"
"Along with the gardener. He's been watering that plant so much that it'll drown."
After coming up with a plan, the trio splits up. While Dean and Sam take care of the demons, Addison goes with Kevin to his house. They sneak up to the back door. A sharp pain shoots up her right side and she winces. Kevin knocks on the door and after a minute it opens to reveal a middle aged Asian woman. "Oh," she exclaims. "Kevin!" Addison sprinkles holy water on Mrs. Tran, but nothing happens.
"She's good," Addison says, taking a step back.
Kevin hugs his mother as the boys join them. Sam frowns as the Trans enter the house. "You smell that," he asks, looking between Dean and Addison. They nod. The trio enters the house. They enter the kitchen as smoke flies out of a woman's mouth. Sam quickly recites an exorcism and the demon is forced back into the body.
"Did you say that backwards," Addison questions.
"Yeah," Sam answers as Dean kills the demon. The former host's body crumples to the ground.
"Eunis," Mrs. Tran exclaims.
"That's not Eunis," Dean tells her.
Kevin leads his mom away from the kitchen. After taking care of the body, the trio joins the Trans in the living room. Kevin had filled his mother on what had been going on in his life over the past year. "Mrs. Tran, your friend was possessed by a demon," Sam explains.
A confused look appears on Mrs. Trans face. "Have you ever seen The Exorcist," Kevin asks his mother.
"Is that what you've been doing all year," Mrs. Tran asks. "Watching television?" She turns to the trio. "Did you really have to kill her?"
"The demon would have warned Crowley where Kevin was if we didn't," Dean answers.
Mrs. Tran turns to Kevin. "And Crowley is the one who kidnapped you?"
Kevin nods. "Yeah. He needs me to translate his stupid tablet so he can take over the universe or something."
"Which is why we need to get it so that we can slam the gates of Hell forever with Crowley inside," Dean says.
"So that things like that don't ever happen again," Sam corrects.
"Prophet of the Lord, huh? It does have nice ring to it," Mrs. Tran says, standing up. "I'll get packed."
Dean turns to Sam and Addison. "We're gonna need a safe house since Crowley's been to the cabin so—"
"Safe house," Mrs. Tran interrupts. "I thought we were going to get the tablet."
"Uh, we are. You're taking a trip to a demon free zone."
"And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley again? I don't think so."
"Mrs. Tran, all due respect, Dean's right. Crowley - he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate your soul from you, he'll take that soul to Hell and - and roast it till there's nothing left but black smoke," Sam explains. "Look, it's best if you let us handle this."
"I understand. But it's not my soul I'm worried about. It's my son's."
"Kevin, you want to back us up here," Dean asks, turning to the teenager. "Came all the way down to pull her out of the fire and now she wants to jump right back in."
"Like I can tell her what to do," Kevin replies.
Dean turns to Addison, looking for help. "She's worried about her son," she softly tells him. "She's not gonna change her mind."
Dean turns back to Mrs. Tran, who had her arms crossed and a determined look on her face. He chuckles, knowing there was no changing the woman's mind. "All right. Coming with us has conditions," he says. "Hex bags to stay off the bad guys' radar and, uh, you're gonna have to get inked up."
Kevin frowns. "Do what, now?"
"Yeah, uh…" Sam trails off as he pulls down the collar of his shirt to reveal the anti-possession tattoo on his chest. "You, too, shortstop. Keeps the demons out."
Mrs. Tran smirks. "Fine."
"Really," Dean disbelievingly asks.
"What, like it's my first tattoo," Mrs. Tran responds, then walks out of the room.
Addison winces as she tries to get comfortable in the Impala. The boys were in the tattoo parlor with the Trans, while she had elected to stay in the Impala to get some rest. Through her quest for a peaceful few hours of sleep had been unfruitful. A door opens and she starts to push herself up to make room. Dean holds out a pill bottle and she takes it. She looks up at him. "Oxy," she disbelievingly asks. She shakes her head. "I can't take this."
"You're in pain, Ads," Dean counters. He holds up a bottle of water. "Take the pills. Enjoy being pain free."
"Dean—"
"You said that you wanted what happened to you in Purgatory to stay between us," Dean argues. "Sam's asking questions, so unless you want to tell him, then take the pills."
Addison sighs and open the bottle of water. Dean opens the pill bottle and pours out a pill. "Maybe I should just tell Sam. Make him feel guilty for not looking for us."
"Then we'd have to tell him about Benny."
She swallows the pill with a swig of water. "There's no way he would understand."
Dean gently tilts her head to expose the vampire bite on the left side of her neck. "I don't get how this one is healing just fine while the others aren't."
"Different monster," Addison suggests. It feels as if Benny's hands on gently coaxing her to relax before he bite her. She leans forward and presses her lips against Dean's. His arm wraps around her waist, being mindful of her injuries. Dean lies down on the seat, pulling her on top of him. Her hand slides into his jeans and gently grasps his hardening cock.
"Fuck," Dean groans, bucking into her hand. He can feel her smirking against his lips. "You better not stop."
"That wasn't the plan," Addison whispers into his hear. Her teeth gently tug on his ear lobe.
Dean's head hits the seat. "Your mouth needs to be around my dick. Now."
"Can't. We're in public."
"You're giving me a hand job in public."
"It's less noticeable to people."
Her nail gently scrapes over the slit. "Fuck, Ads." Dean grabs the back of her head and pulls into her another kiss. Her hand doesn't stop moving; continuing to work him over. He can feel his orgasm within reach. A hand slams down on the roof of the Impala. They freeze. Dean opens his eyes. He looks over Addison's shoulder and sees Sam with an unamused look on his face. Mrs. Tran was standing next to him, with her back to them.
Addison bites her lip. "Can you guys come back in, like, five minutes," she asks. Dean can't help the chuckle that comes out of him as Sam's bitch face intensifies.
"While I'm happy that you two have decided to be together," Sam begins as the trio and the Trans enter the bus station in Laramie, Wyoming. "Can you keep your bedroom activities to non common areas? And that includes the Impala."
"It was just a hand job," Addison argues. "And it's not like you actually saw something. You did not see Dean's dick in my mouth."
"I saw enough to know what was going on."
"You'd think that someone that laid regularly would be less up tight," Addison whispers to Dean.
Dean nods in agreement. "It's Sam," he whispers back. "Up tight is his middle name."
"So, place is clean, far as I can tell," Sam loudly says, shooting a glare in the direction of Dean and Addison, who just smile at him.
Kevin holds out a key to Dean and he grabs it. They easily find the locker for the key. "All right," Dean says. "Positive thoughts." Dean opens the locker to reveal a diaper bag inside it. He blinks then turns to Kevin. "You hid the Word of God in a diaper bag?"
"No."
Dean looks through the diaper bag only to find it empty. He angrily throws the bag back into the locker and slams it shut.
Addison closes her eyes and leans against a tree. She presses a hand to her side. Benny stood a couple of feet away from her. The bite mark on her neck from him was no longer bleeding. Dean slowly twirls his makeshift weapon in front of monster. "I don't think he knows, man," Benny says.
"Oh, he knows," Dean coldly replies. Addison had never seen this part of Dean before. The coldness in his voice and the hard look on his face was a new one to her. Dean places a hand on the creature's shoulder and shoves him hard against the tree. It was more for effect as the creature was already tied to the tree. "Where's the angel?" He presses the axe against the monster's throat. "You feel that?"
"There's a stream," the monster finally answers.
"Go on."
"It runs through a clearing not far from here. I'll show you."
Dean presses the axe to the underside of the monster's chin. "How about you just tell me?"
"Go on."
"Three days journey. Follow the stream. There's a clearing. You'll find your angel there."
Dean looks over at Benny and Addison. Benny raises an eyebrow in response and Addison shrugs. He knew what her shrug meant. He turns back to the monster. "You know what, mutt? I believe you." He shoves a hunting knife up through the monster's throat, instantly killing him. He walks past Benny to where Addison was standing. He hands her the makeshift weapon and scoops her up before continuing through the woods.
"I can walk," Addison softly says, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"It's faster this way."
"Are you okay?"
"Been better. You?"
Addison rests her head on his shoulder. "Same."
Addison squeezes Dean's hand as they walk into the pawn shop. She didn't know what had happen at the police station, but judging by the looks on both of the boys' faces, it hadn't been good. She knew that Dean would never admit to anyone that their time in Purgatory had both greatly affected them. They had spent every day for a year, looking over their shoulders, fighting to survive, and doing what ever it took. They had both greatly changed.
"Hell, sir," Sam greets, walking up to the counter with Dean. Addison stands back with the Trans. "Agents Neil and Sixx, FBI." He holds up the fake FBI badge. "Uh, we're looking for a tablet."
Dean motions the size of a book. "About, uh, yea big, got some hieroglyphic shit on it."
"Sold to you buy a their named Clem. Ring a bell?"
"Nope," the clerk replies.
Dean notices the name tag on the clerk's shirt. "Hey, Lyle, I've had a really, really bad day today, so I'm not in the mood to dilly dally. If you want to do this the rough way, I am happy to oblige."
"Sure. We can do it that way, if you want to get famous," Lyle counters, motioning to the security camera in the corner.
"That your car outside," Mrs. Tran asks, motioning to the red Ferrari parked in front of the store.
"What's it to you, mail order?"
"Hey," Dean snaps, slamming a fist on the counter. "Pal!"
"I got it," Mrs. Tran tells him, walking up to the counter. "I notice you're driving with expired tags, maybe because you just acquired it in a trade and I guessing that means you haven't registered it yet, which means you haven't paid the tax. Is that correct?"
Lyle glares. "None of your business."
"Kevin, average blue book on a 2010 Ferrari F430 Spider?"
"$217,000," Kevin answers.
"And the five percent Wyoming tax?"
"$10,850," Sam answers.
"Ten thousand dollars. Something tells me you're the type who might balk at a tax bill that big."
"What is this, an FBI audit," Lyle questions, looking around the room.
"No. But my brother, who happens to work for the Wyoming tax assessor's office could arrange that if he thought something untoward was happening here. So, what's it going be? The tablet or that piece of Eurotrash crap you call a car?"
"Is this the right place," Addison asks as the group walks up to a motel room. She looks around the parking lot. It was a lot like the motels they had stayed in over the years, but part of her was worried that the pawn store clerk was pulling a fast one on them.
"It's what the pawn slip says," Dean replies, knocking on the door.
"Kevin?"
The group turns to see a man wearing an expensive three piece suit standing behind them. "What wants to know," Dean says.
"Oh, relax, Dean," the man says, walking up to them. "I'm not going to steal your Prophet or Descendant." The man turns to Mrs. Tran. "Ah. And you must be Kevin's mother. Um, Beau. And it's my absolute pleasure." He grabs Mrs. Tran's hand and kisses it. "Miss Addison Sloan." He grabs Addison's hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. Dean rolls his eyes at the light blush that appears on Addison's face. Beau turns to Kevin. "And, um, Kevin. Imagine my luck. Here I was, working so hard looking for you that I never stopped to think you might be looking for me. I have something for you."
Kevin wearily stares at him. "What is it?"
Beau holds up a envelope with Kevin's name on it. "An invitation, dear man, to a very exclusive auction."
"Let me guess," Dean beings. "Where you'll be selling the tablet?"
"Well, when we acquire an item as hot as the Word of God, it's smart to unload it as fast as possible. And we are in such desperate need for a headliner for tonight's gala."
"Well, I hope you have four extra tickets to your little eBay party cause the Prophet's with us."
"Oh, if you're worried about the safety of the Prophet, rest assured that we have a strict 'no casting, cursing, no supernaturally flicking the two of you against the wall just for the fun of it, no draining the descendant's blood' policy."
Sam scoffs. "Is that right? How'd you manage that?"
Beau smirks. "Well, I am the right hand of a God after all - Plutus, specifically."
"Is that even a planet anymore," Dean snaps.
"Plutus is the god of greed," Addison explains.
An impressed look appears on Beau's face. "And my liege has warded these premises against Hell, Heaven, and beyond. Quite necessary with some of the players we see. And incidentally, quite possibly the safest place your precious Prophet could be. Mmm. Well, since time is of the essence, perhaps I'll just go ahead and add a plus four to the Prophet's invitation. Copacetic?"
Beau tosses the envelope into the air and vanishes. "Well, thank you, Mr. Peanut," Dean snaps, grabbing the envelope off the ground. "All right. What do we have to bid?" Sam scoffs. "What? We can't just show up there empty handed."
"Dean, all we have to our names is a few hacked gold cards," Sam replies.
"All right. Well, then, we're gonna have to get creative."
"Huh. Well…" Sam trails off, looking at the Impala.
"No. Say it and I will kill you, your children, and your grandchildren."
"Okay, okay, uh. Wait a second. They - these auctions - they display the items to the bidders beforehand, right?"
Addison raises an eyebrow. "Typically they do."
"So, all we got to do is get Kevin close enough to memorize the spell."
Dean turns to the Trans. "What do you think, brainiac? Think you can swing it?"
"Of course he can swing it, if the bumper stickers on my Previa mean anything," Mrs. Tran tells them, shooting Kevin a proud look.
The group enters the warehouse and walk through the metal detector. Dean sets off the alarm and the group turn to look at him. "Now, now, Dean. The system only works when everyone participates," Beau says, smirking.
Dean pulls out all of the weapons his carries on him. He sets the demon killing knife on top. "I'll be back for this." He walks through the metal detector and nothing happens. He walks over to the group and wraps an arm around Addison's waist. "How the hell are supposed to know who's who?"
"It's pretty simple, Dean. They're all monsters," Sam replies.
The group walks around the warehouse, looking at the different items up for auction. "Hey," Addison says, finding the Word of God in a display case. It was sandwiched between piece of metal.
Dean shakes his head. "Great."
"I guess we're not as original as we thought," Kevin replies.
"It's okay. It's okay," Sam reassures. "We just got to come up with plan B."
"And what, pray tell, could possible have been plan A? Bring the Prophet to the most dangerous place on Earth, memorize the tablet, and then vamoose?" The group turns to see Crowley. "Hello, boys, Ads."
Dean glares. "Crowley."
"Kevin. What a pleasure to see you. Sorry about your little playdate. Her name? Ah. Well, if you gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines." Crowley turns to Mrs. Tran. "And who is this lovely young thing? Must be your sister."
Mrs. Tran walks up to Crowley and slaps the King of Hell across the face. "Stay away from son."
"Charming. Defiling her corpses has just made number one on my to do list." Dean takes a step towards the demon, but Addison grabs his arm. "Don't mind a little love tap, but anything more and our mookie pals here may just throw you out and that would be a shame."
"As much as I hate agreeing with a demon, he's right," Addison softly tells him.
Crowley smirks. "Listen to the Mrs, Squirrel." A bald, over weight man wearing a tracksuit walks into the room. "Ah. Here comes our host."
"Honored guests," a voice rings out. "Please take your seats."
Dean stares in disbelief. "That's Plutus? What is he, God of the candy aisle?"
"Gentlemen, the auction is starting," Beau says, walking past them.
"Good luck with the bidding," Crowley says, then pushes past them.
Addison rubs her side as the group heads into the auction area. Dean shoots her a concerned look. "I'm fine," she softly says. "Just hurts a little bit."
"Dean Winchester and Addison Sloan?"
They turn to see a young man wearing an outfit for Weiner Hut standing behind them. "Do we know you," Dean coldly asks.
"Uh, no, but, uh, I knew Castiel."
Addison raises an eyebrow. "You're an angel?"
"This - this was the nearest vessel on short notice. We don't usually come to things like this, but, uh…"
"You're chasing the magic rock," Dean finishes.
"We protect the Word of God."
"Well, awesome job so far, uh…" Dean notices the name tag on his shirt. "Alfie."
"Actually, my name is Samandiriel."
"Let's just stick with Alfie."
"I wanted to ask you about Castiel. What happened to him?"
Dean exchanges a look with Addison before turning back to the angel. "Well, us and Cas - we, uh - we iced Dick Roman and got a one way rocket to Purgatory for our trouble."
"But you guys escaped. Did - did Castiel?" They're silent. "You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe, despite his mistakes, that Castiel's heart was always in the right place."
"Are you one of them," Addison asks.
"I think too much heart was always Castiel's problem."
Addison smiles when they come upon Castiel next to the stream. They had walk for three days or at least it seemed like three days. "Cas," Dean exclaims as they near the angel. Other than wanting to find his close friend, Dean was hoping that the angel would be able to heal Addison.
Castiel stands up and turns to them. "Dean. Addison."
Dean grins. "Cas." Addison watches they embrace. "Damn, it's good to see you. Nice peach fuzz."
"Thank you."
Addison moves over them and smiles. "Hey, Cas," she softly greets, embracing the angel.
Castiel frowns. "You're injured."
"Yeah. Dragons."
"Think you can help," Dean asks. Castiel lightly touches Addison's forehead then steps back. Dean lifts up Addison's shirt, but finds that nothing has happen. The cuts hadn't healed. Dean looks at the angel to find a confused look on his face. "Is your mojo broken?"
"No. It's the bloodline. Angels can't heal the bloodline past their thirty-third birthday," Castiel tells them.
Addison closes her eyes in realization. "That's what it meant by protection ends at thirty-three."
Dean runs a hand over his face. "You should meet somebody." He turns to where Benny was standing a feet behind them. "This Benny. Benny, this is Cas."
"Hola," Benny replies, nodding at the angel.
"How did you find me," Castiel questions.
"The bloody way. You feeling okay?"
"You mean am I still…" Castiel trails, but twirls a finger next to his head.
"Yeah, if you want to be on the nose about it, sure."
"No. I'm perfectly sane. But, then, ninety-four percent of psychotics things they're perfectly sane, so I guess we'd have to ask ourselves, 'what is sane?'"
Addison smiles. "That's very good question, Cas."
"Why'd you bail on Dean and Addison," Benny asks.
Dean glares at the vampire. "Dude—"
"The way I hear it, you three hit monster land and hot wings here took off. I figure he owes you some backstory."
"Look, we were surrounded, okay? Some freak jumped Cas. Obviously, he kicked its ass, right?"
"No," Castiel replies.
Addison blinks. "What?"
"I ran away."
"You ran away," Dean disbelievingly repeats.
"I had ot."
"That's your excuse for leaving us with those gorilla wolves?"
"Dean—"
"You bailed out and, what, went camping? I prayed to you, Cas, every night."
"I know."
"You know and you didn't…what the fuck's wrong with you?"
"I am an angel in a land of abominations. There have been things hunting me from the moment we arrived."
"Join the fuck club," Dean snaps.
"These are not just monsters, Dean. They're leviathan. I have a price on my head and I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them to - to keep them away from you guys. That's why I ran. Just leave me, please."
"Sounds like a plan. Let's roll," Benny says.
"Hold on, hold on," Dean tells the vampire. "Cas, we're getting out of here. We're going home."
Castiel sighs. "Dean, I can't."
"You can. Benny, tell him."
"Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel friendly," the vampire tells him.
"We'll figure it out," Dean reassures. "Cas, buddy, I need you."
"Dean…" Castiel trails off.
"And if leviathan want to take a shot at us, let 'em. We ranked those bitches once before. We can do it again."
"It's too dangerous."
"Let me bottom line it for you. I'm not leaving here without you. Understand?"
"I understand."
"Dean," Addison softly says. He blinks and she shoots him a comforting smile. She knew what he was thinking about. "I miss him." A gavel bangs on a podium and she squeezes his hand before they go to sit down where Sam had saved them a couple of seats.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and…other, welcome to this once in a lifetime event," Beau loudly says from the stage. Plutus was sitting behind him, a bored look on his face.
"Samandiriel. Slumming it, are we," Crowley says, sitting down in the row in between the group and the angel.
"The first name in magical and alchemic esoterica," Beau begins. Everyone pulls out their wallets and passes whatever money they had to Dean. "Our prices may be high, but our quality is unmatched and we stand by our products."
"Don't know why you're so keen on that hunk of dirt. So it tells you how to blast back a few demons? I'll just make more. Can't get rid of all my black eye boys, Samantha."
Sam rolls his eyes. "Yeah, we'll see." He turns to his older brother. "All right. So, how much we got for plan B?"
"Uh, well, we got our hacked credit cards, two thousand dollars, and a, uh, Costco membership," Dean answers.
"Our first item, the amulet of Hesperus. Let's start the bidding with, um, three tons of dwarven gold?" The trio exchanges a look. A woman closer to the stage raises her hand. "Ah. This lady. Do I have, uh, four? Ah. Four, gentlemen here. Four. Going for five. Five? Five to this lady. Do we have an advance on five tons?"
Sam leans into Dean and Addison. "Plan C?"
Dean nods. "Big time."
"Any other bids," Beau asks, looking across the audience. "Any other bids?"
"I'm gonna use the restroom," Dean tells them, then walks out of the room. Addison runs a hand through her hair, hoping that whatever Dean's plan, would actually work.
"Our next item up for bid, the hammer of Thor, Mjoelnir," Beau says as a worker sets a large hammer with ancient cravings on a podium.
An older gentlemen stands up. "A finger bone from the frost giant Ymir." Beau looks at Plutus, who shakes his head. "Uh…the bone and, uh…" The man holds up a bloodstained paper bag. "Five-eighths of a virgin."
Addison frowns. "What constitutes five-eighths of a person," she whispers to Sam.
"Sold," Beau declares, banging the gavel on the podium.
"Plan C tanked," Dean mutters, sitting down in the seat next to Addison. He places protective hand on her thigh.
"Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass," Crowley comments. Dean shoots the demon a glare.
"Our next lot, the Word of God," Beau says, holding up the tablet. "Capital G. Very old, very rare."
"Three billion dollars," Crowley says, standing up.
"Whoa," the brothers says.
"The Mona Lisa," Samandiriel says, standing.
Crowley smirks. "The real Mona Lisa, where she's topless."
"Vatican City."
"Alaska."
"Palin and a bridge to nowhere? No, thanks," Beau tells Crowley.
"All right. The moon."
"You're bidding the moon," Dean disbelievingly asks.
"Yeah. Claimed it for Hell. Think a man named Buzz gets to go into space without making a deal?"
"Ah. I'm sorry, gentlemen. It seems that our reserve price has not been met. So, in order to stimulate the bidding, we're going to add an item to this lot," Beau says. He points at Kevin. "Kevin Tran, prophet of the Lord."
Kevin vanishes. "No," Mrs. Tran shouts, shooting up from her seat. Kevin reappears next to the seller, with chains around his wrists. Dean and Sam stand up but a bodyguard forces them back into their seats.
"Mr. Tran is the only person on Earth who can read this tablet, which makes them a perfect matching set."
"So, out of your league," Crowley says.
"So, do I hear a bid of, um—"
"No, stop! I'll give you whatever you want. I have a 401K, my house," Mrs. Tran tells them.
The seller chuckles. "Good effort, Mrs. Tran, but I'm afraid this is a little out of your price range."
"The blood from the last descendant," Addison says, standing up.
"Ads," Dean says, wrapping a hand around her wrist.
The seller stares at Addison for a moment, then shakes his head. "What," Addison exclaims. "Seriously?"
"If your blood was pure and you had power other than somehow staying alive, then you would have a deal," Beau explains. "But it's not and hasn't been for a long time."
"Hey," Dean angrily snaps. "Her blood is—"
"Is not virgin," Addison quietly interrupts. He shoots her a confused look. "Pure means virgin."
"What is it with monsters wanting virgins," Dean mutters.
"My soul," Mrs. Tran blurts out.
"Mom, don't," Kevin shouts.
"I bid my soul!"
Dean leans over to Mrs. Tran. "Are you sure? That's a big move."
"Interesting," Plutus says, causing the group to glance at him.
"If it's souls that you're after, I can give you a million souls," Crowley says.
"Hey, flyboy," Dean says, looking at Samandiriel. "Are you gonna get in on this?"
"We guard the souls in Heaven. We don't horse trade them," Samandiriel replies.
Crowley smirks. "So, we have a deal."
"It's not about the quantity, chief," Plutus says. "It's about the sacrifice. This little lady's soul is the most valuable thing she has. It's everything. Are you willing to offer everything, Mr. Crowley?"
"Tick tock," Dean mocks.
"Fine. You win. I bid…my own soul," Crowley says.
Plutus laughs. "Mr. Crowley, you don't have a soul. Congrats, sweetheart."
Mrs. Tran lets out a relived breath. "Thank you. Thank you." The warehouse clears out leaving the trio with Mrs. Tran. She looks at them. "Losing my soul, is it going to hurt?"
"Probably," Dean answers.
"Will I die?"
"No," Sam tells her. "You'll just wish you were dead."
Mrs. Tran nods. "Okay."
A side door opens and the group turns to see Beau enter. "It's time."
Addison and the boys stand up. She places a comforting hand on Mrs. Tran's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Can I - can I just have a minute?"
Addison nods and the trio walks out of the room. "This blows."
"Are you kidding me," Dean quietly argues. "We're about to close the gates of Hell forever. If you ask me, we got off cheap."
A while later, they walk back into the room. Beau and Mrs. Tran walk over to them. "Where's Kevin," Addison asks, looking around.
Plutus snaps his fingers and Kevin appears. "What are you gonna do with her soul," Sam questions the god.
"Whatever I want," Plutus replies. "I might sell it or maybe I'll just tuck it away with my other precious objects, let them keep me warm at night." Mrs. Tran has a nervous look on her face, but it dissolves into a steely look. "Whenever you're ready, dear."
Mrs. Tran holds out a hand and moves toward the god. "Wait," Dean shouts. He grabs Mrs. Tran's arm and shoves her sleeve up to reveal that the anti-possession tattoo has been burned off.
Mrs. Tran's eyes flash red. "Hello, boys, Ads."
Sam narrows his gaze. "Crowley."
Crowley flings an arm out and the trio goes flying across the room. Addison groans as she hits the wall, then falls to the floor. Her back erupts in pain. She slowly pushes herself up and winces. She looks down at her right side and finds blood soaking through her shirt. She pulls her green field jacket closer, hiding her bloodied shirt. "Fuck." She crawls across the floor, doing her best to stay away from the fight that had broken out.
A large hammer slides across the floor and stops in front of her. Addison notices the man who had won the auction for it earlier, staring at her. She grabs the hammer and uses it to push herself. She holds it up and lightening crackles. "Hand it over," the man says.
Addison smirks. "Finders keepers." She swings the hammer and lightening hits the man. A pile of clothes falls to the floor, smoke coming from them. Eventually, she makes her way to where the boys and the Trans are sitting. Mrs. Tran had a traumatic look on her face and Addison gives her a sad smile.
"Has she said anything," Sam asks Kevin and the teenager shakes his head.
"Listen, Kev, what your mom went through," Dean begins. "It's hell. Trust me, I know. But she seems tough. She'll pull it together."
Kevin glares at him. "You tried to kill her."
"Kid, in this life—"
"Shut up! I don't want to hear any more of your shitty speeches. I just want to talk to my mom alone."
"Sure," Sam replies. "Five minutes." The trio walks out to the smaller room. He rolls his eyes seeing the hammer in Addison's hand. "Ads—"
"I don't care what anyone says, I'm keeping Thor's hammer," Addison interrupts. She smirks. "Hopefully, the real Thor looks like a Hemsworth brother."
Sam clears his throat. "Dean, were you really going to, uh…"
"What? Slit soccer mom's throat," Dean finishes. Addison raises an eyebrow, wondering what she had missed. "Yeah, I was. I wish I had."
"Dean—"
"It was Crowley, Sam. No matter what meat suit he's in, I should have knifed him. I mean, yeah, it would have sucked, and I would have hated myself, but what's one more nightmare, right?" He frowns and looks back at the room they had left. "It seem a little quiet in there to you two?"
Sam opens the door. Kevin and Mrs. Tran were gone. "Kevin? Kevin!"
"You've got to be kidding me!"
Addison notices a piece of paper on a seat. "Hey," she softly says, picking it.
"What's it say," Sam asks.
"That they left, we shouldn't look for them," Addison reads. "Kevin thinks that since we lost the tablet that we don't need him anymore."
"Yeah, but Crowley still does. What's that kid thinking?"
Addison bites her lip. "He thinks that people we don't need anymore end up dead."
"That - that - that's not true. You both know that," Sam says, looking between them. Addison crumples up the paper and tosses it across the room. She shakes her head and walks out of the room.