Chapter 07 - Hunteri Heroici

Addison raises an eyebrow when she finds Dean grabbing a couple of beers out of the gas station's coolers. "Dude, it's ten in the morning," she says, joining him. She had a bottle of orange juice and an apple in her hands. Dean stares at her. "What?"

"When did you switch bodies with Sam," Dean questions.

"Excuse me for not wanting to die of alcohol poisoning," Addison counters, heading towards the register.

"Maybe you could use some alcohol poisoning," Dean retorts. Addison shoots him a confused look. He grabs her arm and pulls her off to the side. "You don't think I haven't noticed that you haven't been sleeping."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "You're talking to me about not sleeping."

Dean rolls his eyes. "Hey, I'm relying on you to cover my ass."

Addison shakes her head and walks up to the counter. After paying for their groceries and gas, they make their way back to the Impala where Sam was on the phone and pumping gas. "Right, yeah. No, just, uh…just call us whenever you find something. Yeah. Yeah, course. Right, I - I, uh…Yeah, hey, you know what? Uh, Dean's here. He really wants to talk to you," Sam says, then shoves his phone at Dean.

Dean shoots his younger brother an annoyed look. "Mrs. Tran, yeah, hi, uh…" He hangs up and tosses the phone back to Sam. "Tunnel. What's going on in Tran-land?"

"Well, uh, Garth finally got them to his houseboat, but Kevin's having a lot of trouble reading their half of the tablet," Sam explains. "So far, bits and pieces. Nothing about boarding up Hell."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "Garth has a safe houseboat?"

"I don't even ask questions anymore."

Sam takes the pump out of the Impala as Dean walks over to where Castiel was leaning against the Impala and reading the newspaper. "What's the word, Cas," Dean asks him.

"It's a shortened version of my name," Castiel replies, not looking up.

"Yes, it is. I meant what's the word on the Word? Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?"

"Oh, I couldn't say. I turned that off."

"You can do that," Addison questions, exchanging a look with Sam.

"Yeah, it's a simple matter of blocking out subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No, that's — we're good. Why'd you flip the switch," Dean asks.

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place — not anymore."

"So, what now? Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?"

Castiel sighs. "No. I still want…I still need to help people. So, I'm gonna become a hunter."

Addison snorts. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. I could be your fourth wheel."

"You know that's not a good thing, right," Dean tells the angel.

"Of course it is. A fourth wheel adds extra grip, greater stability." Castiel holds up the newspaper. "I even found a case. Oklahoma City. A man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

Sam exchanges a look with Dean and Addison. "He's got a point."

"Excellent," Castiel brightly replies. He taps the roof of the Impala and starts to walk away. "I'll see you there."

"Wait, Cas. Cas," Dean yells, causing the angel to look at him. "If you want to play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine. But you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around shit. Capiche?"

Castiel nods. "Yeah, I capiche."

"All right, then."

Dean walks over to the driver's door. Addison opens the door behind him and starts to climb in. "Can I, uh, at least ride in the front seat," the angel asks.

Dean and Sam exchange a look. "No," they say together.

"Coroner said his heart was ejected from his body," the detective tells the hunters and angel. They were all in the morgue, taking a look at the body from the case that Castiel had found them. "Got some air too. Found it in a sandbox."

"Any idea what happened, detective," Sam questions.

"A lot of people are thinking drugs, Agent Nash. An assload of drugs."

"There are no narcotics in that man's system," Castiel tries to quietly tell Dean. Except he's loud enough for Addison, Sam, and the detective to hear him. "His molecules are all wrong."

"And you don't think that's what happened," Addison asks.

The detective pulls back the sheet covering the victim's body. A heart shaped hole was in the middle of his chest. "Never seen an eight ball do that."

"Whoa. Who called it in?"

"Friend of his named Olivia Kopple. She saw the whole thing," the detective explains, pulling the sheet back over the phone. Her phone rings and she looks at it. "Oh. Ah, shit. I have - I have to take this." The detective hands the file to Sam. "Here's everything we got. Knock yourself out."

Sam nods. "Thanks."

"Listen, you see anything weird, anything out of the box, you give us a call," Dean tells the detective, handing her a business card.

"Whatever you say, Scully," the detective replies, taking the card and walking out of the room.

"I can't sense any EMF or sulfur," Castiel says, looking over the body. "Mr. Frieling's arterial health is, uh, excellent." Addison raises an eyebrow when he leans over the body and sniffs. "Mm. He did recently suffer from a…mild, uh…" He sniffs once more. "What is that? Bladder infection."

"Cas, stop smelling the dead guy," Dean tells the angel.

"Why? Now I know everything about this man. So we can—"

"Do you know he was having an affair," Sam interrupts, looking up from the file.

"What?"

"Strike one, Sherlock," Dean mutters. Addison smacks his chest.

"According to Olivia, they would meet at the park every Thursday at 12:45, walking to the Moonlight diner, where she always ordered a Caesar salad, dressing on the side. They would chat about everything and she'd be back on the road by 1:30."

Castiel looks between the three hunters. "You don't think she's telling the truth."

"Way too much detail. And it sounds very rehearsed," Addison tells him.

"Plus, we drove past the Moonlight diner on the way into town," Sam continues. "It's attached to the Moonlight motel."

"Okay, well, let's say that, uh Gary here's on the prowl, but he's playing it safe because…" Dean trails off as he lifts up Gary's left hand to reveal a wedding ring. "Dude's married. Doesn't want anyone to see his ride parked out in front of a by-the-hour fleabag."

"So, he stashes his car at the park across the street, meets Olivia there."

"His wife probably found out about it and it broke her heart."

"So, she breaks his," Addison reasons. "Very witchy."

Dean nods. "Yes, it is. Guy was living a lie and it came back to bite him in the ticker." Addison pats Castiel's shoulder. "But nice job on the bladder infection."

Mrs. Freling was a woman in her early forties. With perfectly styled brown hair and perfectly done makeup. She wore a black dress and layers of jewelry Her house was a standard two-story home in a suburb with a perfectly done kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen table. "I don't understand," she says. "Gary had a heart attack. Why would the FBI—"

"The parks are government property," Dean interrupts. "We just got a few questions for you."

"I'll, uh, I'll handle this. I've done the research. I can crack her," Castiel whispers to the trio. Addison watches as the angel walk over to the table. "Now, Mrs. Freling, I don't want to bother you. I - I really don't. But I - I do have just one question for you." Castiel slams his hand down on the table causing Mrs. Freling to jump. "Why did you kill your husband?!"

Mrs. Freling sobs. Addison shoots Dean a look, imploring him to do something. "Agent Stills. A word, please," Dean says.

Castiel walks over to Dean. "What? I was being bad cop."

"No, you were being bad everything."

"Please, forgive my partner," Sam says, sitting down at the table. "He's, uh, he's going through some stuff."

"Listen to Sam," Dean whispers to the angel.

"What he was trying to ask…is…is there any way Gary might have had secrets…something he was hiding?"

Mrs. Freling shoots him a confused look. "Hiding? Like what?"

"Was there anything that Gary might have been doing that raised suspicions," Addison softly asks.

There's a knock at the door, then it opens. "Deb," a woman calls out. The group turns to see a light-haired brunette woman enter the room with a casserole dish.

"Olivia," Mrs. Freling greets, walking over and hugging the woman.

Addison exchanges a look with Sam. "Are you okay," Olivia asks.

"As in mistress Olivia," Dean quietly asks, looking over at Sam and Addison.

"This is awkward," Castiel states.

Mrs. Freling wraps an arm around Olivia and turns back to the hunters. "I'm sorry. What did you think Gary was hiding?"

"That he was sleeping with her," Castiel blurts out.

"I know."

Addison frowns. "You know?"

"Gary and I…we…had an arrangement. He was seeing Olivia and I was spending some time with our neighbor P.J."

"I'll, uh, I'll put this in the kitchen," Olivia says, walking away. Mrs. Freling walks with her.

"Fucking suburbs," Dean lets out once the women are out of earshot.

"So, she's not a witch," Castiel asks, looking between the trio.

"Just the best wife ever."

"Then what killed her husband?"

"Who gives a fuck," Dean excitedly mutters. He looks over at Addison with a smirk on his face.

Addison pats Dean's arm. "Never happening."

Addison and Sam look over the edge of the building. It was a long drop to the street below, where police officers and crime scene techs were taking care of the body. "This case is fucking weird," she mutters to Sam. They walk back over to where Dean and Detective Glass were standing. "This looks like a suicide."

"It was," Detective Glass tells them. "Guy left a note. He invested everything in Roman Industries and lost it all when they crashed and burned."

"So, why call us," Dean questions.

"Because I have two witnesses who swear that Madoff here floated in mid-air for a good ten seconds, then he looked down, and splat. Not sure I buy that, but the way they were talking, it sounds something straight out of a—"

"Cartoon," Dean finishes.

"Hey, detective," a crime scene tech calls out.

Detective Glass shrugs. "You said you wanted weird."

"Thanks." Dean turns to Sam and Addison as Castiel joins them. "She's right, you know. I mean, the whole heart jumping out of the guy's chest, the - the - the delayed fall - that's straight-up Bugs Bunny."

"So, we're looking for some sort of insect-rabbit hybrid," Castiel asks. "How do we kill it?"

"No, we don't, Cas," Sam amusedly tells him. "That's a character, like, uh, like Woody Woodpecker or Daffy Duck."

"They're little animated movies. You know, uh, the coyote chases a roadrunner, and then the…" Dean laughs. "The anvil gets dropped on his head."

Castiel frowns. "Is it supposed to be funny?"

Dean wipes the smile off his face. "No. It's hilarious."

Addison doesn't look up from her MacBook as she lounges on a bed in their motel room. Castiel was sitting at the end of her bed, watching TV. Dean and Sam were at the small table. The angel turns off the TV. "I understand," he says. "The bird represents God. And coyote is man, endlessly chasing the divine, yet never able to catch him. It's…it's hilarious."

"I got no idea what we're hunting," Dean says, closing the book in front of him. Addison raises an eyebrow when Castiel grabs a toiletry bag out of one of the duffles. "Maybe it's a Tulpa. Maybe it's some - some crazy god who watched too much Robot Chicken. I - I - I mean, is there a link between Heartbreak Hotel and Free Fallin'?"

Sam sighs. "Not that I can find."

"All right, well, I'm gonna call it. Cas, you gonna book a room or what?"

"No, I'll stay here," Castiel replies.

Dean stares while the angel goes through his toiletry bag. "Oh, okay. Yeah. We'll have a slumber party, braid Sam's hair. Where are you gonna sleep?"

"I don't sleep."

"Okay, well, I need my four hours, so…"

"I'll watch over you."

"Not happening," Addison tells him, closing her MacBook. She sets her laptop on the nightstand and walks into the bathroom. Dean had been right. She wasn't sleeping well. Every time she went to sleep, she was woken up by nightmares of their time in Purgatory. Most of the time, she wasn't able to sleep. Makeup hides the dark circles under her eyes. Coffee and energy drinks helped her stay alert. But only for a short amount of time. There's a knock on the door, then it opens.

"Cas got wind of another cartoon-like activity," Dean tells her.

Addison nods. "Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be ready to go."

Dean shakes his head. "You're staying here."

"Dean, I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Ads, get some rest. Or I'll make Cas do that thing that will force you to sleep."

Addison rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll stay here and try to get some rest." Dean presses a kiss against her cheek and walks out of the room. She leans against the counter until she heard the motel door open and close. She runs a hand through her hair and walks out of the bathroom.

Dean runs a hand over his face and takes a swig of his beer. He was sitting at the small table in their motel room. Sam was still at the police station, going over the files of the other robberies while Dean and Castiel had gone back to the motel room to research. Addison was curled up in bed, asleep. "Your father," Castiel says, flipping through John's journal while sitting on the other bed. "He had beautiful handwriting."

"How you feeling, Cas," Dean questions the angel.

"I'm fine."

"Well, I just…I - I - I know that when…I got puked out of Purgatory, it took me a few weeks to…find my sea legs."

"I'm fine."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm happy you're back. I'm fucking thrilled. It's just this whole mysterious resurrection thing - it always has one mother of a downside."

Castiel closes the journal and looks at the hunter. "So, what do you want me to do?"

"Maybe take a trip upstairs."

"To Heaven?"

"Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out."

"No."

"Look, man, I hate those flying ass monkeys just as much as you do but—"

"Dean," Castiel snaps. "I said no!"

A tense silence fills the room. Addison lets out a snore. Dean closes Addison's MacBook. "Talk to me."

"Dean…when I was…bad…and I had all those things…the leviathans writhing inside me…I caused a lot of suffering on Earth, but I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind and I - I - I can't go back."

"Cause if you do, the angels will kill you."

"Because if I see what Heaven's become…what I…what I made of it…I'm afraid I might kill myself."

Addison shoots up in the bed. Dean's at her side in a matter of seconds. "I'm fine," she says, hand pressed against her chest.

Dean pulls her against his chest. He presses his lips against her forehead. "Giant spiders," he asks.

Addison shoots him a soft smile. "The biggest."

"Hey," Sam says, entering the motel room. "Got something."

"Good," Castiel replies. "Excellent. What?"

"So, this black hole guy, before he tried the bank, he robbed a house across from the park where Gary blew a gasket."

Dean runs a hand down Addison's back. "So, uh, what, you think the house heist and Gary's corpse are connected?"

Sam holds up a file. "According to the file, they happened pretty much at the exact same time. Here. Check this out. Okay." He spreads out a map with X's on the bed. "Here's the house and Gary died across the street here. And that building from this morning - right there. The black hole hit that too."

Addison frowns. "That's where the banker did his jump."

"Yeah."

"So, what are these other Xs?"

"Well, those are the places that stuff got stolen. But nobody got dead. Take away the graffiti and these all look like just normal smash and grabs. But I made a few phone calls, talked to some people who are nearby - neighbors and whatnot - and they reported a whole lot of crazy."

"Like," Dean questions.

"Like a jogger bumping his head and sprouting a four-inch lump. Or a kid walking into a wall and hearing birdies. Basically, for fifty yards around each robbery, people were living in a cartoon. But it didn't last long. I mean, five, ten, minutes at each place," Sam explains.

"About the length of time it would take a thief to get in and out," Castiel says.

"Exactly. But whenever power he's using, it's - it's - it's not targeted. I mean, it's - it's kind of like an area of effect. I mean, picture him in a - in a bubble of weird and anything that touches it gets daffy."

"So, this Animaniac can step through walls, can toss an anvil," Dean asks.

"Yeah, but he's warping reality to do it. So if someone happens to be nearby meeting the girl of his dreams…"

"His heart leaps out of his chest," Addison finishes.

Dean frowns. "Okay, so, smashing the rent a cop, that - that was on purpose, but the rest of them…what is that just collateral weird?"

Sam shrugs. "Maybe."

"So, we're looking for a thief," Castiel reasons.

"And the deposit box he was after. Now, the house, the office - every place he's hit belonged to someone living at the Sunset Fields retirement home," Sam finishes.

"So, you think out guy's there," Dean asks.

"Worth a shot."

"All right. Well, let's gear up. It's wabbit season," Dean says, standing up.

Castiel frowns. "I don't think you pronounced that correctly."

Addison follows the boys and Castiel into the day room of Sunset Fields Retirement Home. A man using a walker and wearing an oxygen mask walks past them. Dean presses himself against the wall. Addison rolls her eyes upon seeing the look on Dean's face. "It's not that bad," she softly tells him.

"You can't tell me this joint doesn't give you the herbs and or jeebs," Dean argues.

Addison smiles at him. "Hello," a man wearing a suit says, walking up to them. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah," Dean replies as they each pull out their FBI badges. "Agent Crosby. FBI."

"Sorry, I'm Dr. Dwight Mahoney. I run Sunset Fields."

"We need to question your residents," Castiel tells him.

Dr. Mahoney frowns. "Well…why? About what?"

"Grand larceny, mostly," Sam explains.

"Of course. Um, by all means, ask away. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

"Appreciate it."

"Great," Dean replies, looking around the room. Dr. Mahoney walks away. "All right, let's do this. No flirting, you two." He looks at Addison and quickly unbuttons another button on her shirt. She shoots him a disbelieving look. "You always get more info from folks when you look more slutty." Addison narrows her gaze and buttons up her shirt. She pushes past him. Dean smirks, watching her walk away.

"Hey, you know, you should totally tell Ads about that thing," Sam reminds.

Dean shrugs. "I'll tell her when the time is right."

A half-hour later, Addison is examining a board with pictures of different residents. She glances to her right and finds a man with a tray of food in front of him. He was staring off into space. "You all done here," an orderly asks. "All right." The orderly notices Addison. "It's creepy, right? A lot of these people…they just tune out and live in their own heads. It's like the real world is too much for them and they just run and hide, you know?"

Addison nods. "Yeah," she softly says. She wanted nothing more than to run and hide from the nightmares that were constantly plaguing her. She wanted nothing more than the ability to stare off into space and not feel like something was after her.

"Hey, what do you got," Dean asks, walking up to her with Sam.

"Um, nothing. Uh, no hex bags, no EMF. You guys," Sam replies.

"Nada. Half the folks I talked to don't even remember being robbed."

"Do you guys remember a man named Fred Jones," Addison asks, looking between the brothers. "I think he was either a contact of my dad's or John's. He lived outside of Salt Lake."

Dean smirks. "Yeah, that guy gave me my first beer. I don't even think I was double digits."

"Right, yeah," Sam agrees. "Me too."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "Well, that explains why my dad never left me alone with him. Anyway, he was psychic, right?"

"Psychokinetic. Why," Dean asks.

Addison taps a photo. "He's in room 114."

"Cas," Dean loudly whispers. They turn to see Castiel kneeling in front of an orange tabby cat. "Let's go."

"I've almost cracked him," Castiel argues, staring at the cat.

"Now."

Addison shakes her head and walks away, with the boys behind her. She easily finds room 114. She knocks on the door frame before entering. Fred was sitting in a wheelchair, watching cartoons. "Mr. Jones," she softly says. She kneels down next to his chair. "It's Addison Sloan. Do you remember me?"

"Fred," Dean loudly asks. Fred doesn't acknowledge them. He turns off the TV. "Fred! Hey!" Dean claps his hand, but Fred continues to stare up at the TV.

"So, you really think this one man is causing all these…shenanigans," Castiel asks, looking between the hunters.

"Well, if he is, he'd be surrounded by a circle of crazy, right," Dean replies. "Hang on." He picks up a thick book from the dresser and smacks it against his forehead. A cartoon-like noise is heard and birds chirping. Dean shakes his head, making a cartoon noise. "Bingo."

Castiel frowns. "But how?"

"Fred's got the juice," Sam explains. "I mean, an average psychokinetic can move things with his mind, but a guy like Fred — you get him worked up, he can reshape reality."

"All right," Dean says. "So, where's his off switch?"

"I don't even think he knows that we're here," Addison responds.

"Do we…kill him," Castiel asks.

"Excuse me, Agents." The hunters and angel turn to see Dr. Mahoney standing in the doorway with an orderly. "Did he just threaten to murder one of my patients?"

Addison walks into the day room of Sunset Fields with Dean. They stare at the walls that were covered in cake. Some of the employees were wiping cake off of the residents. "Oh, you got my message," Castiel says, walking up to them. Good."

"What the hell happened," Dean asks, looking around.

"There was a pastry mishap," Castiel explains.

Addison nods. "Yeah, we can kinda see that."

"The frosting reached near-supersonic speeds. I thought—"

"Hey," Sam interrupts Castiel, joining them. "Fred's gone."

"What?"

"Oh, fan-fucking-tastic," Dean mutters. "Way to take your eye off the ball."

One of the employees pushes a woman in a wheelchair. She stops and stares at the group. "You're not supposed to be here."

"Well, trust me, sweetheart, you got bigger fish."

The elderly woman pulls off the oxygen mask. "Charles, she's wearing my diamonds," she says to Castiel.

The employee tries to push past the hunters but is blocked. "Wait."

"What? What's wrong," the employee asks.

Castiel grabs the woman's arm to show them a diamond bracelet. "This is Mrs. Tate's bracelet," he says. "Where did you get it?"

"Answer the question," Dean tells the employee.

The employee looks between them. "My boyfriend gave it to me."

Addison nods. "And where can we find your boyfriend?"

Addison rubs her face as the Impala pulls to a stop outside of the bank. She had stayed behind while the boys went to talk to the orderly. She wanted nothing more than to just lay down and sleep for a full night without any nightmares. The boys had spent the drive catching her up on what she had missed while they were talking to the orderly. "All right," Dean says as they climb out of the Impala. "Jones had got to be close. Ads and I'll hit the bank. You see if you can find him."

Addison follows Dean over to where a large black circle was drawn on the side of the building as Sam and Castiel walk down the street. "Do you think this is really gonna work," she asks.

"Only one way to know." Dean reaches his arm into the circle and pulls it out. He grins at Addison. "Awesome."

"You first," Addison tells him. She watches as he climbs through the circle. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Please don't let me die." She climbs through the circle and finds Dean standing on the other side with a grin. "Okay, that was pretty cool."

"It was awesome. Come on." Dean motions to the back of the bank. They walk to the back and find the safe wide open. Dr. Mahoney was empty the safe-deposit boxes into a duffle bag on the table. Dean pulls out his gun and cocks it. "What's up, Doc?"

"You let me walk and half of this is yours," Mahoney tells them.

Dean glances at the bags. "I think I'm gonna pass. I'm not really into stealing from sweet old ladies."

"I'm not stealing from them. I'm stealing from their children. Little bastards think they can drop their folks off at a home and visit twice a year, maybe. I took care of all these old geezers. I think I deserve—"

"Shut up," Addison snaps. She had her own gun drawn and aimed at the doctor.

"Fine. Have it your way." Dean starts to lower his gun. Mahoney flings papers at the two of them and shoves Dean into the wall. Addison takes off after him. She fires her gun, but a flag with the word 'bang' shoots out instead. "Welcome to the funhouse."

"Time to Roger Rabbit this shit," Addison says, as Dean catches up to her. "You go after Mahoney. I'll figure something out." Addison takes off in a different direction. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a large sharpie. She quickly draws an 'X' on the floor. She ducks out of the way as Dean and Mahoney reach her. Mahoney pulls out a frying pan from his jacket and hits Dean in the face with it. "Holy shit!"

"Give up," Mahoney taunts. "I've been dealing with this crazy for months! And you, idiots, bring a gun to a gag fight."

"That wasn't the only thing we brought," Addison replies, waving the marker at him. "X marks the spot."

Mahoney dives out of the way just before an anvil hits the ground. He grabs the bag of stolen goods and runs towards the black hole. He runs into the wall and crashes to the floor.

"Looks like somebody turned off the boob tube," Dean tells him.

"Good," Mahoney says, pulling out his own gun. "Means I can use this."

"No!" They turn to see Fred, Sam, and Castiel in the bank. "You are never going to hurt anyone again," Fred angrily tells the doctor. Mahoney tries to stop from pointing the gun at his own head but is unable to fight against Fred's powers. He fires a single shot. The hunters flinch.

"Now that's all, folks," Dean mutters.

"My god," Fred says, looking around the bank.

"Fred. You good," Sam asks.

"Now I'm good. In a month, yeah…" Fred sighs. "Nobody gets sharper with age. I'm gonna lose control again and somebody's gonna get hurt…again. You got to make it stop."

"There might be a way," Castiel says. "The procedure will be painful and…when it's over, I'm not sure how much of you will be left."

Fred takes a deep breath and looks at the angel. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Addison closes her eyes. She buries her face in the pillow. They had left Castiel with Fred at the retirement home that morning. Fred was safe, happy trapped in his mind. They had checked into another motel in a different town. Sam had retreated to the bathroom, calling dibs on the first shower. She feels the bed dip down. Dean pulls her back against his chest. "I'm here," he softly says. "I got a gun under my pillow. You're gonna get a full night's worth of sleep. No nightmares. You're gonna dream about you and Scarlet Johansson at the beach. Rubbing each down with the sunscreen."

"That sounds more like a dream you'd have," Addison amusedly replies. She rolls over and tiredly smiles at him. She places a hand on his cheek, feeling the five o'clock shadow he kept. "I love you."

Dean smiles. He softly kisses her. "I know."

Addison presses into him. "One day you'll actually say it."

"Yeah. But I like sounding like Han Solo."