Chapter 06 - A Little Slice of Kevin

Addison wipes the sweat off her brow. The cabin was in eye sight. She had gone on a short jog, despite Dean reminding her what happened the last time she went on a jog in the woods around Rufus's cabin. She takes off towards the cabin once more, her feet pounding in rhythm to Britney Spears. The Impala speeds past her and she raises an eyebrow. She makes her way up to the cabin and walks in. Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop and a beer in front of him. "You look like you've…well, I was gonna say, 'You look like you've seen a ghost,' but you'd probably be stoked," Sam says to his older brother. "Uh, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm cool," Dean replies, looking around the room. He walks over to the kitchen counter and sets the paper bag and six pack of beer down. "What's up?"

"Well, this kid went missing from a preschool."

Addison frowns. "That's horrible."

"At the same time he vanished, a surprise tornado hit, lasted maybe twenty seconds, then, uh, shazam! Back to perfect weather," Sam explains.

"And they shit on climate change," Dean replies.

Sam chuckles. "Yeah. Well, similar wackiness has happened over the past weeks in other places, uh, Tulsa, a bus driver vanishes and a river gets overrun with frogs. New Mexico, a mailman disappears, the earth splits open."

"All right. So, you thinking demons?"

"Yeah, possibly, but, I mean, this stuff was major." Sam turns his laptop to show them the numerous articles on missing people. "These folks have nothing in common, no religious affiliations different hometowns, all ages. Why would demons want them?"

"Why do demons want anything," Dean counters. He lightly slaps Sam's shoulder. "Uh, so, we on this?"

"Yeah."

Addison nods. "Cool. I'll get cleaned up, then we can hit the road."

Addison and the boys walk up the stairs. It had taken most of the day from them to reach the home of the missing preschool boy's nanny. Sam knocks on the door and a young woman opens it. The trio flash their fake id badges. "Mrs. Hager," Dean asks. The woman nods. "Agents Roth, Malloy, and Stevens. We want to speak to you about Aaron Webber's abduction."

"Like I told the police, one minute I was taking Aaron to get cleaned up and the next minute…I woke up in a park three blocks away," Mrs. Hagar tells them.

"And you don't remember what happened," Addison softly asks.

Mrs. Hagar shakes her head. "No. He was just gone."

"Can you think of any reason why somebody would want to harm him? Um, any enemies," Dean questions.

"Enemies," Mrs. Hagar disbelievingly repeats. "He's five." Sam turns away. He holds up his phone and quietly recites an exorcism. "Excuse me?"

"It's, uh, code for your own safety so that you can't reveal anything under enhanced interrogation. Now, when you woke up on the floor, were there any signs of a struggle?"

"No."

Addison frowns. "Did anything smell like sulfur?"

"How did you know that?"

"Lucky guess. Thank you for your time."

The trio heads back towards the Impala. "No reaction to the exorcism," Dean states as they climb in.

"Yeah, not possessed at the moment," Sam replies. "But I'm willing to bet a demon got ahold of Aaron Webber."

"That'd be my guess," Addison says, stretching out across the backseat.

Addison rubs her face as she watches Dean walk around the motel room. She grabs her glasses off the nightstand as Sam sits up. "Dean, what's going on," she softly asks. She watches Dean walk over to the window. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," Dean replies. "I just saw something."

"Uh, you saw what," Sam asks, sitting up in his bed.

"Cas."

Addison climbs out of bed. "You saw Cas? Where?"

Dean motions to the parking lot. "Right there. And - and earlier, one the road." He turns from the window, running a hand over his face. "I feel like I'm seeing him."

"That's…not possible. I mean, you said it yourself. You guys made it out and he didn't, right," Sam asks, looking between Dean and Addison.

"I tried so damn hard to get us the hell out of there."

"I know you did."

"You know, I could have pulled him out. I just don't understand why he didn't try harder."

Addison walks over to Dean and wraps her arms around him. "We did everything we could."

"Yeah, but why do I feel like crap?"

"Survivor's guilt," Sam suggests. Addison sighs when she feels Dean tense. "If you let it, this gonna keep messing with you. You got to walk past it."

Sam walks into the bathroom. Addison looks up at Dean. "We'll find a way to help Cas."

Addison presses a hand against her side. They had been walking for most of the day. She pulls her hand away and finds it lightly covered in blood. She had been thankful that they hadn't been attacked so far. "We're getting close," Benny says, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

"Really," Dean disbelievingly asks. Addison wipes her hand on her yoga pants before he can see. "I don't see shit. I mean, what the fuck is this escape hatch supposed to look like?"

"He doesn't know," Castiel replies.

"Hey, you just drug me into the fire. Please tell me you know."

"It's here," Benny insists. He glances at Addison. She avoids his gaze. "They promised."

"Oh, they? Well, that's comforting."

Castiel shakes his head. "Well, even if it does exist…"

"Broken record, Cas," Benny snaps.

"Dean, it's a human portal. There's no proof that an angel can pass—"

"Stow it, Cas. You're coming. That's final," Dean argues.

"I'm just saying…" The angel trails off as he places a hand on Dean's shoulder. "If it doesn't work…thank you for everything."

"Save the Hallmark," Dean says, shoving his hand off. "Okay? It's gonna work. Nobody gets left behind."

Dean walks over to Addison and scoops her up before walking past the angel and vampire. "Dean," she softly begins.

Dean tightens his grip. "You're bleeding." Addison sighs and rests her head on his shoulder. She knew there was no way to change his mind.

Addison takes a sip of tea. She was sitting at the small table in corner with her laptop in front of her. Sam was sitting across from her, working on his own laptop. "Hey," Sam says breaking the silence. "So, it's not just Americans who are vanishing. Uh, this guy, Luigi Ponzi disappeared walking between two subway cars in Rome. And right above ground, there was a freak hail storm."

"So, we going to Rome," Dean asks from the bathroom. "Wouldn't be too shabby."

"I've always wanted to go to Rome," Addison amusedly says. "The food, the wine, the ruins, the art. Especially the art. The Sistine Chapel would be awesome to see."

A fluttering of wings causes Sam and Addison to look towards the bathroom. Dean had a shocked look on his face as he stared at the disheveled figure of Castiel. "Hello, Dean," the angel greets. Addison stares in disbelief. After brief exchanges of hellos, the trio and angel settle around the room. Addison sits on the bed with Dean standing next to her while Sam and Castiel sit at the small table.

"Unbelievable, man," Sam says breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. "I - I cannot believe it. You're actually here."

"Yeah, I've been trying reach out but for whatever reason, I wasn't at full power. So I couldn't connect with you," Castiel tells them.

Sam looks at his older brother. "That must have been why you kept seeing him. I mean, you think?"

"Yeah," Dean replies. "Yeah, uh, I got to be honest. I - I'm thinking how the fuck did you make it out? I mean, I - I was there. Ads was there. I - I - I know that place. I know how we had to scratch and claw and kill and bleed to find that portal and make it through it and it almost finished me. Damn near killed Ads. So, uh…so how exactly are you sitting here with us right now?"

"Dean, everything you just said is completely true. And that's the strange part. I…have no idea. I remember endlessly running and hiding from Leviathan and then I wagon the side of the road in Illinois. And…that was it."

Addison frowns. "That's it?"

"Yes." Castiel looks between the trio. He looks down at his lap and sighs. "Oh. I'm dirty."

"Yeah, well, Purgatory will do that to you," Dean tells him. Castiel gets up and walks towards the bathroom.

Addison leans against a tree and closes her eyes. She didn't know how much longer she could go on. The blood loss was starting to affect her. At least more than it had been. A hand touches her face and she leans into it. "Ads." She opens her eyes to find Dean in front of her.

"I just need a minute," she softly tells him.

"Take you time."

"You know what I look forward to when we get home?"

"What?"

"Really hot dirty sex with you."

"That's not happening for a while." Addison opens her eyes and shoots him an incredulous look. "Your back and side were ripped open by dragons, Ads."

"What about when I'm a hundred percent?"

"We're locking ourselves in a motel room and I'm fucking you until you can't walk." Addison laughs. She leans up and softly kisses him. Together, they catch up to Castiel and Benny.

"Maybe you were lied to," Castiel says. "Maybe there is no seam."

"I lie," Benny argues. "I don't get lied to. Aren't you guys all about faith?"

"Not particularly."

The group passes through some trees and comes upon a cliff. Suddenly, a blue light shimmers and grows bigger. "Oh, ye of fucking little faith."

"What the hell," Dean asks.

"There it is," Castiel says. He turns to Dean and Addison. "It's reacting to you."

Benny nods in agreement, turning to Dean. "All right. Ready?"

"Just like we talked about," Dean replies. He pulls out a knife and cuts his forearm.

"Putting a lot of trust in you, brother."

"You earned it."

Dean cuts Benny's arm and they grasp each other's arm. "I'll see you on the other side."

Dean begins chanting. Benny's gaze goes upwards as he stiffens. A red and white light emits from his arm, then slowly Benny disappears into the light and into Dean's arm. Dean winces. His arm glows red and white. "Let's go."

Dean, Addison, and Castiel make their way up the cliff. "Dean, Addison, wait," Castiel suddenly says. Something crashes into the ground in front of them. Dean shoves Addison behind him. The smoke clears to reveal to black balls of goo.

"Dean?"

Dean blinks find Sam and Addison looking at him, concerned. He had been lost in his own thoughts. Memories of Purgatory had flooded his mind. "Huh," he asks, looking between his brother and girlfriend. Technically, wife. But he was still figuring out how to tell Addison that.

"Dean, are you okay," Addison softly asks.

"You guys do see something…severely wrong here, right? Sammy, I remember every second of leaving that place. I mean, I remember the - the heat, the stink, the pain, the fear. I have that whole ugly mess right here." Dean taps the side of his head. "And he says he has no idea how he got out? I - I'm just not buying it."

"You think Cas is lying?"

"I'm saying something else happened. We saw the shape that he was in, Ads. I mean, there was no way he was fighting his ass out alone. No way."

"All right," Sam breathes. "So, who, or what got him out?"

"Exactly."

Castiel walks out of the bathroom. He was back in his traditional outfit of a navy blue suit and tie with the trenchcoat. His face was clean shaven and his hair was in it's normal unkempt state. "Better," the angel asks, holding out his arms.

"Much. You don't look like a homeless meth addict any more," Addison tells him.

Addison raises an eyebrow when Dean pulls into a wooded area. They had left on a quick beer run while Sam and Castiel did research on the case. "Dean," she begins as he turns off the Impala. Dean turns to her and pulls her against his chest, his lips against hers. Her back hits the seat.

Dean grabs her phone and tosses it in the back seat, along with his. "We're not getting interrupted this time." He pulls her into another kiss. She lets out a soft moan when he thrusts against her. She wanted this. Oh how she wanted this. But in that moment, it didn't feel right.

Addison sighs as he unzips her hoodie. "Are you sure that you want to do this right now?"

Dean buries his face in her chest. "Fuck, Ads."

"We both use sex to avoid dealing with things that we need to deal with. And if we want to do this right then we can't do that."

Deep down, Dean knew she had a point. They each found ways to avoid dealing with things. Whether it was sex, booze, or each other. "When did you become this introspective person?"

"Introspective?"

Dean shrugs. "I read that word of the day app you have on your phone."

Addison softly smiles. She leans up and kisses him. "I love you."

"I know."

About half an hour later, Dean and Addison walk back into the motel room. He had the six pack tucked under his arm."What's the latest," Dean asks, setting the beer on the kitchenette counter. He pulls out one of the bottles and cracks it open.

"The latest is nothing," Sam tells them. "It's like it all stopped. No freak disappearances linked to any freak natural events."

Addison frowns, looking over Sam's shoulder to view his laptop. "And there's been seven disappearances, right?"

"Yeah, uh, Luigi, Justin, Aaron, Maria—"

"Maria, Dennis Krista, Sven," Castiel finishes. The trio stare at the angel who was watching TV. "I missed television."

"Wait, Cas. How did you know those are the names," Sam questions.

"Well, they're prophets."

Dean frowns. "Prophets?"

"Yeah, angels instinctively know the names of every prophet - past, present, and future."

"So this list is the name of every one of them that exists?"

"Yes, until the next generation is born. Plus Kevin Tran, of course. The other seven are future prophets, since, uh, only one can exist at a time."

"Well, if that's the case then how is Kevin a prophet if Chuck is a prophet," Addison asks.

"I'm not sure what happened to Chuck, but, um…he must be dead."

"So the next one comes off the bench if Kevin goes down," Sam reasons.

"Exactly. And they have no idea who they are, of course."

Sam exchanges a look with Dean and Addison. "Crowley."

"Insurance," Dean says, taking a swig of beer. "Boy, he's getting desperate."

"Explains all the weird phenomena. Lower level demons napping heavy duty cargo. The vessels of God's word - boom."

Castiel looks between the hunters. "I get the feeling something's going on."

Sam's phone suddenly rings. He grabs it off the table. "Hello? Mrs. Tran? Well, where the hell have you…What?" He stands up and turns to the others. "Crowley's got Kevin."

Dean shoves Addison in the direction of the portal. She stumbles to the ground as he swings at one of the leviathans. "Dean," she shouts when he's knocked to the ground and rolls down the hill. Castiel reaches out to place a hand on the second leviathan, but the first one slams a foot to the back of his knees. The angel falls to the ground. Addison helplessly watches as Castiel fights the monsters. She turns her attention back to the portal and sees that it has started to close. A leviathan runs over to her and hauls Addison to her feet. It opens its mouth to reveal the set of teeth. Suddenly, the leviathan's head is on the ground.

Dean runs over to where another leviathan had Castiel. He easily dispatches the monster with a swift slice through the neck. "We got to move," he shouts. "The portal's closing!" The hunter and the angel make their way up the hill. Dean holds out a hand and helps Addison up. Castiel stumbles. "Cas! Damn it! Come on!" He pushes Addison through the portal and turns back to the angel. "Come on!" Castiel grabs Dean's hand. "I got you! Hold on!"

"Dean," Castiel shouts, his foot slipping.

"Hold on!"

Castiel loses his hold on Dean's grip and slides down the hill. "Dean!" The portal pulls Dean in, closing behind the hunter.

Addison yawns as she looks out the Impala's passenger window. She was curled up in the backseat with Castiel sitting beside her. "Where the hell is she," Dean anxiously asks, looking around the road. They had planned to meet up with Mrs. Tran.

"She'll be here," Sam reassures. "Uh, mile marker ninety-six was kind of the halfway point."

"Cas, can I talk to you outside," Dean says, then climbs out of the Impala.

Sam and Addison watch as the angel steps out of the Impala. The younger Winchester turns to her. "Think everything is okay between them?"

"I think so," Addison replies. "I don't really remember much that happened before we got out of purgatory."

Sam remains silent. He notices a car pull up next to the Impala and climbs out with Addison following suit. Mrs. Tran climbs out of her car and walks over to the hunters. "You can do this, can't you," Mrs. Tran asks, looking between the trio. Dean and Castiel join them. "You can get him back?"

"How did Crowley find you," Dean questions.

"Oh, I hired a witch and she ratted us out."

Addison frowns. "Why did you hire a witch?"

"To make demon bombs, of course," Mrs. Tran defends. She holds out a notebook to Sam. "These are Kevin's notes."

"You have any idea where Crowley took him," Dean asks.

"No. But, uh…" Mrs. Tran trails off as she walks over to the trunk of her car. The group follows her. She opens the trunk to reveal a tied up demon. A devil's trap was painted on the inside of the lid. "This guy might."

Dean pulls out the demon killing knife. "Let's talk."

The Impala and Mrs. Tran's car pull up to an abandoned warehouse. Addison had ridden with Dean and Castiel while Sam had ridden with Mrs. Tran. Addison climbs out of the Impala with Dean and Castiel. She shoots Mrs. Tran an apologetic look seeing the woman handcuffed to her steering wheel. Dean opens the trunk of Mrs. Tran's car. "This is," Dean coldly asks the demon.

The demon looks around. "Yes."

Dean stabs the demon. The demon's eyes and mouth glow orange as he lets out a surprised scream. Sam climbs out of Mrs. Tran's car. The group walks towards the warehouse. They pass a sign telling them to beware of sharp edges. Dean motions for them to hide and they press in between a wall made up of pipes. Footsteps approach and the group grows still. When the footsteps stop, Dean runs out and stabs the demon in the back, killing it instantly. The group steps out as the demon falls to the ground.

"All right. Ads and I will check that way," Sam says, motioning to his left.

Dean nods and walks off to the right with Castiel. Addison follows alongside Sam. They walk further into the warehouse. Sam stops on a flight stairs. He motions to Addison and she notices the group of demons blocking their way into the warehouse. They exchange a look before continuing down the stairs. The demons look up when they reach them. "Winchester and Sloan," a demon coldly greets.

"I think they got us," Addison says, holding up her hands. The demons walk towards them. Sam pulls out a glass bottle and the demons pause. He throws to the ground and it explodes. Addison and Sam cover their faces as a bright light envelops the room. The demons catch on fire and burn up in a matter of seconds. Addison uncovers her face to see four shadows burnt into the cement wall. "That thing is like a mini demon nuke."

Sam chuckles. "Let's keep going."

They walk over to the door the demons had been guarding. Sam kicks open the door and they enter the room. "That's gross," Addison mutters, seeing the octagon shaped table covered in blood.

Sam sighs. "Oh, no." A noise comes from underneath the table and the hunters look down to see the remaining future prophets hiding. "Hey. Uh…we're here to help."

After leading the prophets out of the warehouse, Sam and Addison meet back up with Dean, Castiel, and Kevin, who was covered in blood. "Cops are on their way," Sam tells them, shoving his phone back in his jacket pocket. "They're gonna pick up the prophets. Um, they'll all be heading home."

Mrs. Tran pauses in cleaning blood off of Kevin's face. "What about us?"

"I called a friend of ours, Garth. He does what we do. Well…in his own way. He'll keep an eye on you guys. No more going off on your own." Mrs. Tran rolls her eyes. "You get that it was hiring that witch that got you into all of this, right? How you holding up, Kev?"

"You kidding," Kevin exclaims. "I want to seal those bastards up forever." He holds up his bandaged hand. "Took my finger."

Addison winces. "Um, Castiel thinks he might be able to fix that. And in the meantime, um, lay low until we can meet back up with you guys. Do not hire anymore witches." She shoots the Trans a smile and walks over to where Dean and Castiel are standing by the Impala. She frowns as Sam walks up behind her. "Is everything okay?"

Castiel nods. "Yeah. Just, uh, setting a few things straight."

"Good," Sam says. "Garth is gonna lay low with the Trans and start tracking down the other piece of the tablet. You're with us on this one, right, Cas?" A blank look was on Castiel's face. "Cas, you okay?"

The angel blinks. "I'm - I'm fine. And, yes, I'm with you…if that's all right."

Dean nods and the angel walks away. "It is, right," Sam questions his other brother. "You two are good?"

"Yeah," Dean softly says.

Addison walks over to where Dean was sitting on a bed. The shower was still running, signaling that Sam would take his time. She sits down next to him and lightly nudges his shoulder. "Spill," she softly says. Dean looks at her. Green eyes stare into her amber ones. He leans over and softly kisses her. She straddles his waist. His hands slide under the button up shirt she had stolen from him to sleep in. Addison lets out a soft moans. She knew that she shouldn't give in, that she should remind that it wasn't healthy bury things or use sex to avoid dealing with whatever was bothering him. But she didn't care. Not in that moment.

Dean tugs off her panties and tosses them on the floor. His hand makes its way between her legs. Her eyes close as he gently teases her clit. "I want to see you cum," he mutters, lips pressed against her neck. He increases pressure on her clit and slides a finger inside.

Addison tightly grips his shoulder as she rocks against him. She could feel the pressure building deep inside her. "Dean," she moans when he adds a second finger. He eases up for a moment, then intensifies his movements. Waves of pleasure crash into Addison and she lets out a low moan. His hand doesn't stop moving, coaxing a second orgasm from her. Her hands reach between them and fumbles with the buckle of his belt. "Need you. Now."

Dean wraps an arm around her waist and easily flips them. His lips crash onto hers as they work together to rid him of his jeans. Her legs wrap around his waist while he slowly enters her. "Fucks, Ads, you feel so good." His thrusts are shallow, wanting this to last. She grabs his ass, wanting him to go deeper. Addison lets out a loud moan when he obliges with her silent request. She pulls him into another kiss, tongues dancing a long familiar dance.

He feels her tremble beneath him. "Oh, fuck, Dean!" He feels the pressure building up within inside. Her nails lightly rake across his back through his shirt. He buries his face in her shoulder as his own orgasm crashes into him.

The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. "Seriously, guys!" They look to see Sam standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his bitch face on. "You guys couldn't just get your own damn room?!"

Dean and Addison exchange a look. "It just happened," Dean defends, slowly sitting up.

Sam shakes his head and walks back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. "Just let me know when it's safe to come out."

Addison laughs as she sits up. The combination of their orgasms was slowly making its way down her leg. "Do you think he noticed we fucked on his bed?"

Dean smirks. He holds out a hand and she grabs it. "I think he'll notice in a few minutes." She smiles and softly kisses him.