Chapter 16 — Remember the Titans

Addison yawns and rolls over into the bed. Dean was awake. She smiles at him. She leans in and presses her lips against his. She drapes a leg over his waist. She could feel his morning wood pressed against her. His hand slides under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. "I love having our own room," he mutters, sliding his cock into her.

"I love you," Addison softly moans.

Dean rolls onto his back, pulling her on top of him. "I know."

Addison snorts. She softly kisses him. "You think you're Han Solo?"

"I know I'm Han Solo," Dean says, thrusting up into her. His hands roam over her body. "We need to get you a Princess Leia bikini."

"As long as I don't have to work for Jabba the hut."

"You need to work for Jabba so I can save you."

"Technically, Leia saves Leia in that instance."

Dean opens his eyes and looks at her. "No. Han saves Leia from Jabba."

"No. Han is on the floating boat with Luke. That's how Boba Fett ends up in the Sarlacc pit," Addison tells him.

Dean shakes his head. "I'm telling you. Han saves Leia from Jabba." He looks around the bedroom. "Where's your laptop? Or iPad. Either would work."

"You said no electronics in the bedroom." Addison shifts. "Are we really arguing about this while having sex?"

Dean stares at her. Then he grabs and pulls her close. He thrusts deeply into her. "We'll finish having sex. Then we'll go look it up and prove that I'm right."

Addison laughs. She pulls him into a kiss. He snakes a hand between them and presses his thumb against her clit. She leans back, pressing a hand on his chest. Her hips move. Dean sits up and wraps an arm around her. Her back hits the mattress. He thrusts deeply into her. "Oh, fuck, Dean," she lets out, body shuddering with pleasure. He picks up his pace. He tenses and lets out a groan. He collapses on top of her, spilling within her.

Dean pulls out of her and lays on the bed next to her. She presses close to him, resting her head on his chest. "I fucking love having our own room."

Addison softly kisses him. "I'm going to get some coffee," she tells him, climbing out of their bed. She pulls on a pair of yoga pants before walking out of the room. Dean runs a hand over his face and stands up. He pulls on a pair of boxers and a bathrobe before walking out of the room. Addison hands him a cup of coffee before they head towards the library.

They stop in the doorway of the war room upon seeing Sam scrubbing at the sink. "What's up with you," Dean questions.

Sam quickly turns off the faucet. He looks at them. "Nothing, why?"

They stare at him. Neither of them believed him. "Hear anything from Kevin?"

"Nothing yet."

"What's that now? Three weeks? What's taking the little brainiac so long," Dean questions as he and Addison sit down at the table. Her iPad was sitting there and she picks it up. "It's a book. Read it."

"I think translating an ancient language with zero help is a little harder than we think," Addison amusedly says.

"So, no word from Cas, Kevin's taking forever, and now you're acting cagey," Dean replies. He shakes his head. "We need a lead before I start climbing the walls."

"Well, I can give you zombies," Sam says, grabbing a tabloid and dropping in front of Dean. Dean picks up the tabloid as Sam sits down across from Addison. "Guy gets hit by a car, left for dead overnight, guts spilled out all over the road, then gets up and walks away from it."

"Nothing about brain munching?"

"Remember Bobby's wife? She didn't munch on any brains."

"Well, who's the witness?"

"Montana state trooper, twenty-year vet. Checked his pulse, saw his insides spilled out all over the place, pronounced him dead with a captain D," Sam replies.

Dean closes the tabloid and sets it down on the table. Addison places her iPad in front of him. "Leia kills Jabba by choking him with the chain," she tells him, pressing play on the video clip.

Dean waits until the clip is over. "The version I saw—"

"Nope," Addison interrupts. "Porn does not count. We just saw it. Leia kills Jabba and Han is on the boat."

Sam shakes his head. "Technically, in that scene, Luke saves Leia because he blocks a blaster with his hand," he points out. He's met with two incredulous looks.

Addison stretches as she climbs out of the Impala. They had stopped along the drive to Montana to change into fed outfits. Dean smiles at her and she can't but smile back at him. The sheriff's office was a small red brick building. After introducing themselves to the receptionist, the Sheriff comes out to meet them. "Since when have the Feds started tracking zombie activity," the Sheriff questions.

"We don't track zombie activity because there's no such thing as zombies," Dean tells him.

The Sheriff stares at them. "Uh-huh."

"Um, Sheriff, can you tell us what you saw," Addison questions.

"The article said it all. Dead as dog poop, guts pecked out, face frozen. People don't walk away from that. Zombies do."

"And you don't think something could have dragged him away," Dean asks.

"One set of footprints, no drag marks."

"You didn't go after him?"

The Sheriff shakes his head. "That's grizzly country. You couldn't pay me enough to hike those woods, not without a bazooka."

"Uh, Jack?" They turn to see an assistant sitting at a desk. "Came across the wife from Livingston."

They walk over to see a coroner's report for a John Doe. "John Doe, presumably mauled by a grizzly," the Sheriff reads. His gaze widens when he sees the photo of the John Doe. "Holy crap, that's him."

Dean motions to the computer. "That's the dead guy?"

"Dead my ass. That's a zombie, boys." The Sheriff walks over to a coat rack and grabs his jacket.

"Uh, you know what, trooper," Sam begins. "Why don't you stay here? We'll take care of this one. We need someone to hold down the fort."

The Sheriff looks between them. "You sure?"

"Yeah, and if things go all Dawn of the Dead on us, you'll be our first call," Dean tells him. The trio starts to walk out of the police station.

"Boys," the Sheriff calls. They stop and look at him. "Aim for the head."

"No ID on this guy," Sam asks the coroner for Livingston, Montana. The drive hadn't been a long one. The body was lying on the metal slab with a sheet over his lower half.

"Fingerprints came up blank too," the coroner tells them.

Dean lifts the body's lip to reveal that there were no vampire fangs. Addison lifts the sheet to reveal a gash along the side. "What happened here," she questions.

"Liver was eaten. Best guess is a bird got at it," the coroner suggests.

"Hmm," Dean replies. They walk out of the office and start to head towards the exit. They stop near a window of the coroner's office. "I got to say, I am a little disappointed."

"That's because you wanted to shoot zombies," Addison says.

"Damn straight I wanted to shoot some zombies, babe," Dean tells her. "Look, this is about as open and shut as it gets, all right? Guy gets Mack-trucked, goes down for a nap, wakes up, takes a detour into mama bear's den, end of story."

"Then why would he run," Sam argues. "He was injured. That trooper could have helped him."

Dean shrugs. "I don't know. Shady past?"

"Dean, don't guys with a shady past usually have a fingerprint on file?"

"Whatever it was, the guy's dead now, all right? Remember what Bobby said, hmm? 'Wood chipper beats everything?' Yeah, well, so does grizzly bear."

Addison glances into the coroner's office and her gaze widens at seeing the empty table. "Uh, guys." She motions to the empty table. They take off down the hallway after the man, who was holding the sheet around his waist.

Dean grabs him and drags him back into the coroner's office. He slams the man onto the table and presses his gun to his head. "You better start talking, What are you," Dean demands. "If you say 'zombie' I swear—"

"What," the man interrupts. "No, I'm not anything."

"Look, two minutes ago, you were room temperature. You're something."

"Look, I don't know what I am, okay? I don't know who I am. All I know is all I do is die, so if you want to shoot me, shoot me. Just promise me you finish the job, 'cause I can't take this anymore."

Dean releases his grip on the man. "All right. Get up, get up, get up. Stand up!" He pulls the man up but keeps his gun aimed at him.

"All you do is die," Sam questions. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The man sighs. "Once a day, for as long as I can remember. After a few hours, I'm back."

"What are you, like a real-life Kenny," Dean asks.

"Who? No, my name is Shane."

"All right, well, listen, Shane. We're not gonna find out what the hell you are in here, so you're gonna come with us, okay? We're gonna run a few tests, make sure everything's kosher."

Shane looks between the three hunters. "Tests?"

Getting Shane some clothes, they take him back to their motel room. He winces at the pain from the silver knife that Dean drags across his arm. "Seriously," Shane asks. "This is FBI-sanctioned?" Dean wraps a bandana over the cut.

Sam holds out a flask. "Drink." Shane takes the flash. He sniffs it before taking a swig of holy water, but nothing happens to him.

"All right, so, uh, how long has this dying thing been going on," Dean questions.

"As long as I can remember, but my memory only goes back a few years," Shane answers.

"Wait, so now you have amnesia? How do you know your name?"

"My real isn't Shane. It was given to me because…I don't know, people had to call me something."

"Shane, what exactly happened to you," Addison asks.

"Got pulled off a mountain in Europe. They said that I got caught in an avalanche. I don't remember anything from before the rescue. When I realized my condition, I knew I couldn't be around other people, so I built a little cabin, learned to hunt, kept to myself. Seemed easiest that way. Then a couple of pot growers grew nervous with me being so near their crop. Shot me. Twice. I figured it was time to move on."

"Right into the grille of that pickup," Dean finishes.

"You think maybe I could clean up?"

Dean motions to the bathroom. "Yeah, man. Knock yourself out." They wait until the bathroom door is closed. "Well, he's definitely something."

"Yeah, but maybe he's not the monster," Sam replies. "Maybe he's the victim."

"Curse," Addison suggests.

"Could be looking for a witch, yeah," Sam agrees. "You know what? He's parked here. He's safe. Maybe we should just get another room until we can figure this out."

"All right, but you're the one going full cavity for the hex bag," Dean tells him.

Addison yawns as she sits in between Dean and Sam on the bed in the motel room. Shane, dead, was lying on the other. He had been attacked in the middle of the night by a mysterious woman, something that Addison had slept through. "So, he fights off some super chick and dies of a heart attack," Addison tiredly says before taking a sip of coffee.

"I feel like I'm sitting Shiva," Dean mutters. "But yeah, Ads, that's what happened."

"Well, that's not…never mind. Um, we need to think. Guys, what do we know of that has Jason Bourne fighting skills, dies a lot, and has a history with violent women," Sam asks.

Dean and Addison exchange a look. "You," Addison answers. Sam shoots her an annoyed look. She smiles at him in response.

There's a knock on the motel room door. The hunters exchange a look. Dean stands up and walks over to the window. He peeks out the window to see a woman with light brown hair standing there. Dean pulls his gun out of his back pocket and clicks off the safety. He opens the door. "May I help you," he asks.

"Agent Bonham," the woman asks.

"And you are?"

"This is gonna sound really strange, but I'm looking for a corpse that went missing today," she says, holding up the same tabloid that Sam had shown him. "The coroner said that you were the last one to see it. I'm Hayley."

Dean doesn't need to know that Sam is standing behind him. "Uh, this is Agent Jones," he says, motioning to Sam.

"Why are you looking for our John Doe," Sam questions.

"Well, his name is Shane. At least, that's what I called him," Hayley replies. She places a protective hand on the young boy standing in front of her. "I'm the mother of his son."

Dean kneels. "Hey." He holds out a hand. "Why don't you, uh, slap me some skin, huh?"

"He's shy." The boy buries his face in her hip. "It's okay, Oliver."

Hayley tenses seeing Addison standing next to the bed with Shane's body on it. "Oh, you weren't supposed to see—"

"It's okay," Hayley interrupts. "Stay with the nice FBI agents, Oliver." She pushes past the boys and walks over to the bed.

Addison walks over to the boys. She raises an eyebrow, looking back at Hayley and Shane's unmoving body. "Maybe we should wait outside," she suggests. She shoots Oliver a smile.

A short while later, the hunters are sitting at a picnic table. Oliver was sitting on a swing, slowly moving back and forth. "When I was younger, I had friends that wanted to climb this mountain in Europe and I thought it sounded exciting, so I joined them," Hayley begins.

"The avalanche," Sam questions.

"He-he told you? What else did he say?"

"Just that he doesn't remember how he got here."

Hayley sighs. "My friends were gone and when I found him, his clothes were torn off, his eyes were frozen solid, but he was alive. I just knew there was something off about him, the way that…he would—"

"Die every day," Dean interrupts.

"Yeah. I thought it was from exposure or shock. Maybe he was unconscious. We were both in bad shape. And I know I couldn't have made it down the mountain if it weren't for him. And when we got to the bottom, we, um realized that it had become something else and we spent the night together and while we were you know…he had a heart attack."

"Awkward."

"So, I called 911, and they couldn't save him. And I had to go down to ID the body…"

"He popped up again. Alive," Sam finishes.

"I freaked out. And I ran. And nine months later, I had Oliver. I hired a private investigator. I really tried to find him, but when they gave up, I gave up. Until a couple of months ago."

"Now, what made you look again?"

"The worst thing."

"Um, Hayley, if you don't mind me asking, what was this mountain called," Addison asks.

"Somewhere in the Caucasus," Hayley replies.

The motel room door opens and they turn to see Shane standing in the doorway. Hayley stands up. "Hayley," Shane asks.

Hayley smiles and walks towards him. "Hello, Shane," she nervously says. She turns to Oliver. "Oliver, come here, honey." Oliver climbs off the swing and walks over to his mother. "I thought it was time you two meet. This is Oliver."

Addison bites her lip. "I think I have a theory as to what we're dealing with," she softly says to the boys.

"And what's that," Dean asks.

"Um, a Titan. Well, a, uh, a very specific Titan."

"A Titan? What is that like a God?"

"More like a proto-God," Sam answers, frowning. "Like the Gods before the Gods. They ruled over Greece before Zeus and the rest of the Olympian Gods overthrew them."

"Okay, so who is this guy," Dean questions, looking between them.

"I think Shane is Prometheus," Addison replies.

"Seriously?" Addison nods. "Well, didn't he…he steal fire or something?"

"Yeah, he broke into Mount Olympus and stole the flames of Olympia," Addison says.

"For what, kicks?"

"Man. The myths all vary, but, essentially Prometheus played a trick on Zeus. Zeus got pissed and took fire back from man. We couldn't cook or stay warm or more importantly, see in the dark."

"Sounds like a monster's paradise. And this guy made it right for us?"

"Prometheus stole fire and gave it back to man. As a punishment, Zeus chained Prometheus to a mountain and sent an eagle to eat his liver every day. But because Prometheus is immortal, it grew back every night. It was a nasty cycle. Ancient Greek myth also says Zeus created the first woman and sent her to live with man. Also as a punishment."

"Ads, you're a hot nerd," Dean says. She shoots him a smile. He looks over at Shane and Hayley with Oliver. "No wonder the guy's hard drive is fried. Any idea who might have been our Xena-wannabe?"

"Going off your descriptions…sounds like Artemis. She's another Olympian, but one of Zeus' many many children. Goddess of woods and animals and virginity."

Dean snorts. "Virginity?"

"Mhmm. There's a myth that some dude saw her bathing and she turned him into a deer and drove his dogs crazy so the dogs would kill him and eat him."

"Fucking gods," Dean mutters. "All right. Well, we've never battled a God curse before. Hope we can break it."

The hunters watch as Shane stares at the painting on the screen of Addison's laptop. The painting was from the Renaissance and portrayed Prometheus chained to a rock while an eagle eats his liver. "This is an eagle chowing down on your intestines," Dean points out. "You don't remember that?"

Shane sighs. "No."

"Hate to break this to you, Shane, but you're Prometheus," Addison tells him.

"Well, then the best thing for me is to get as far away from them as I can," Shane replies.

Dean frowns. "Wait. I'm sorry. You just discovered that you have a seven-year-old son and you want to walk away?"

"And I'm a God. And this God and his daughter are hunting me. What chance do I have?"

"Okay," Sam says, shutting Addison's laptop. "We're gonna help you, but we need a plan first and we can't come up with one here."

"Where are we going?

"Someplace safe," Dean replies. The motel door opens and they turn to see Hayley walk in carrying an unconscious Oliver. "What's wrong?"

"He fell," Hayley answers, setting her son on one of the beds.

"Do I need to call an ambulance?"

"No. Don't."

"He's dying, isn't he," Shane questions.

Hayley sighs. "I was going to tell you, I just wanted you to have a chance to adjust."

"Wait a second," Sam says, turning to Shane. "He has your curse?"

"What curse?"

The drive back to the Bunker is a long one but they managed to make it in record time. Dean leads Shane to one of the vacant bedrooms and opens the door. "Just put him right," Dean tells Shane, who was carrying a still unconscious Oliver. "This curse was put on you. Why the kid?"

Shane sighs. "I don't know."

Hayley frowns. "You keep saying 'curse.' What curse?"

"Hayley, how long has this been happening," Addison questions.

"Oh, well, I…since he turned seven a few months ago. It started with the dying and then he stopped talking."

"Of course," Addison mutters, shaking her head. "In Ancient Greece, when boys hit the age of seven, they start to do the first rites of manhood. In Sparta, they would be sent off to begin military training. While in Athens, they would begin a—"

Dean runs a hand over his face. "Ads," he interrupts. She apologetically smiles. "Are you saying the curse is hardwired into his programming? How do you know that?"

Addison shrugs. "It's just a theory."

Hayley turns to Shane. "I'm sorry that I ran out on you all those years ago. I was scared. I didn't understand what was going on. But we have a child and whatever you have, he has. I need to know how to stop it. What curse?" The group makes their way to the library and explains everything to Hayley. "Okay, so Ollie's dad is a Greek God who has been cursed to die every day by Zeus. And you guys are…Ghostbusters. Am I getting this right?"

"Well, you know, due to the fact that your son is currently, albeit temporarily, dead, I'm gonna let that one slide," Dean says, glancing at where Addison is looking through the bookshelves.

"You have to realize this sounds crazy."

"It's true. I didn't believe it myself at first, but it's the only thing that makes sense," Shane replies.

"Look, the faster you wrap your brain around this, the faster we can solve the problem," Dean tells her.

"Solve the problem? I-I'm just not even sure I understand the problem."

"All right. So, the way we usually handle this is we summon the bastard and we work him over until he undoes whatever it is he did."

"Summon Zeus." Dean nods. "And if he doesn't want to undo it?"

"Then we take him out," Sam says.

"And hopefully, the curse dies along with him."

Hayley shakes her head. "This can't be happening." Coughing comes from the room Oliver was in. "This I can handle."

Dean waits until Hayley is out of earshot. "Listen, you can run and hide and die for all eternity. It's your choice. But Sam, Ads, and I are gonna go after Zeus…with or without you," he tells Shane.

Shane stares at him. "I'm in."

A soft snoring causes Dean to glance over his shoulder. Addison was sitting in one of the armchairs, feet propped up on an ottoman, book sitting on her chest, and currently asleep. They had been researching nonstop, searching for anything that could help them. He stands up and walks over to her. He picks up the book and reads the page she had been reading. He chuckles. "Dragon penis."

Sam looks up. "What?"

"Ancient Greek hunter by the of Drakopoolos. Near as I can tell, he was a badass whose name, incidentally, is Greek—"

"No, no, no. I got that," Sam replies. Dean hands him the book. "Thanks, Ace."

Footsteps sound and Dean turns to see Hayley. "Hey. How's the, uh, the kid?"

"He's fine," Hayley replies, sitting down in a vacant chair. "Oh, please, keep going."

"Right, so, uh Drakopoolos tangled with Zeus back in the day and the Men of Letters translated his journal," Dean says.

"The Men of Letters," Shane asks.

"It's a secret society. This is actually their lair. We're legacies. No big deal," Dean says. He shifts upon realizing that Shane and Hayley weren't impressed. Addison lets out a loud snore.

"Okay. So, it says here he summoned Zeus into a trap and found how to kill him," Sam reads.

"What's that," Shane questions.

"Wood from a tree struck by lightning," Dean replies.

"Right. So, it says we need two things for the summon," Sam continues. "Frozen energy from the hand of Zeus and the bone of a worshipper."

"Frozen energy. You thinking fulgurite?"

"Well, it makes sense."

"All right. You get on the web, see if there's any Greeks nearby that are still worshipping the Old Gods."

Sam pulls out his laptop. "On it."

"What about the wood," Shane asks as Hayley grabs the book from Sam and looks through it. "Is that easy to find?"

"With a little bit of luck," Dean replies.

"Wait. This journal just ends," Hayley says, looking between the boys.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how do we know if Drako-whatever survived? How do we know Zeus didn't get to him?"

Sam shifts. "We don't know."

"How do we know this is going to work?"

"We never know for sure, but these books, they're, uh, they're pretty good," Dean reassures.

Hayley raises an eyebrow. "So, we're hanging our lives on the writings of a dead man who…is named after genitalia."

"It's a loose translation."

"Experts."

"All right. Listen to this. Greek pagans two towns over. Best part," Sam says, turning his laptop to face Dean. "They have an obit page with cemeteries."

"All right. You two are on gravy duty," Dean says, motioning to Sam and Shane. "I'll wake Yogi and we'll handle the B&E."

Sam stands up. "We'll be in touch."

"Hey." Sam turns and Dean tosses him the keys to Impala. He easily catches them and walks out with Shane.

"B&E," Hayley asks, glancing at a sleeping Addison. "You mean, breaking and entering? What for?"

"Well, the book calls for fulgurite. It's a little hard to come by," Dean explains, sitting down in Sam's seat. He pulls the laptop close to him. "The last time we needed it, we, uh, stole it from a one percenter."

Hayley stares at him. "You do know that fulgurite is available in crystal shops all over, right?"

Dean shifts. He did not know this. "Really?"

"Yeah. The new age people, they use it to make cheap jewelry."

"Hmm." He closes the laptop and stands up. Dean smacks Addison's foot. "Ads, get up." She doesn't move. He leans in close. "Ads, get up." She lets out a snore. "Hey, Princess Leia, get up."

Addison tiredly looks up at him. "Wha…" She looks to find that Sam and Shane are gone. "Wha…what'd I miss?"

Addison stands off to the side with Hayley and Oliver. A devil's trap was painted on the floor. Dean sets a copper bowl on the floor. He lights a match and tosses it in. Lights flicker and thunder rolls. "Everything's fine," Addison reassures Hayley. Lightning strikes the bowl. More thunder. Then a large and brighter lightning bolt flashes. An older man wearing an expansive suit was standing. He had a beard and hair with streaks of grey.

"Oh, come now. Can't we do this civilized," Zeus asks, looking between Dean, Sam, and Shane.

"Well, it depends on you," Dean replies. "All we need is to break a curse you put on a little kid. So, how about you say 'yes,' and we all go home?"

Zeus glances at Oliver before turning to Shane. "Nice to see you again, Prometheus. All cleaned up. I've been looking for you."

"It's gone too far, Zeus," Shane replies, tightening his grip on the stake. "Break the curse."

"It's your child who has the affliction. Interesting."

"So, what's it gonna be," Dean questions. "The easy way or we could do this the hard way."

"Break the trap, dear man, and I'll break the curse."

"No dice. Fix the kid."

"Going once…"

"Don't be that guy."

"Going twice…"

"Hey, you can rot here for all I care."

"Yes, and the child will continue to suffer."

"Let's roll."

The hunters and Shane start to walk away. Zeus looks at Hayley. "He needs me and you know it," the god taunts.

Hayley looks between the group walking away and the god. "No," she exclaims, then runs over to the devil's trap and breaks it with her boot.

"Hayley, no," Addison shouts.

"Now save my son."

Zeus steps out of the devil's trap. "What do you say? Shall we try this the hard way?" He places a heavy foot on the ground and lightning shoots out, sending the hunters and Shane flying across the room. Addison lets out a groan. "Bring forth the child. Please."

Hayley walks forward with Oliver. Addison slowly stands up. She leans against a pillar. She watches as Dean and Sam start towards Zeus. They fly into a cement pillar. A woman wearing head-to-toe black leather was standing there. "Ball," Dean mutters.

"I trust you've met my daughter."

Addison takes a cautious step forward. "Hayley, don't do it," she tells the woman.

"This is the son of Prometheus," Zeus says, staring at the boy. "And he's cursed to suffer death every day. I must admit, I could never have conceived such a horrible fate for such a beautiful child. Just goes to show, we must all leave room for happy accidents."

Hayley frowns. "What does that mean? I don't understand."

"Tell me, has Prometheus experienced the child's death yet," Zeus questions. Hayley nods. "How did he take it? Did he hurt?" Hayley nods once more. "Good." Zeus points a finger at Shane and the man falls to his knees, struggling to breathe. "Imagine a thousand children all dying in unison. Only then would you understand my pain. But we can't always have what we want, so…one will have to do."

"No!"

Zeus clenches a fist and Hayley claws at her throat, gasping for air. "I have a special job for you, my little friend," he says, kneeling in front of Oliver. "Artemis."

Addison follows Dean and Sam out of the room as Artemis follows them. "So, you know who this is, Dean, walking us to our deaths," Sam questions.

"Don't know. Don't care," Dean replies.

"It's our God, Artemis. The Goddess of Hunters."

"Oh, that's fascinating."

"See, she's who we'd pray to for courage when hunting the Gorgon or the Minotaur. Of course, she's not really worship-worthy anymore, uh, having lost a step and all."

The hunters are slammed into a wall. Addison shoots Sam an annoyed look. "The fuck I have," Artemis snaps, clearly annoyed.

"Really, Sam," Dean disbelieving says to his brother. "Trash talking a God? Seriously?"

"Still at full power," Sam taunts. "Really? Then why did it take you seven years to track down Prometheus?"

"He was hiding," Artemis defends.

Addison snorts. "You're saying that the God of Hunters couldn't find a shitty shack in Montana?"

Dean glares at her. "Ads."

"Maybe it's that you didn't want to find him," Sam finishes. Artemis slams him against the wall once more.

Dean turns his glare to Sam. "Good, Sam, you're doing great."

"Your dad's gonna kill that kid, you know."

"Don't worry. He'll come back," Artemis replies, running her blade over Sam's cheek. "Unlike you."

"He was in love with you, you know. He told us."

Artemis steps back. "You lie."

"Okay, sure, yeah. Believe whatever you want."

Shane's screams echo in the hallway. "What'd he say to you?"

"This wasn't the first time he escaped that mountain and that you let him go free as long as you could hide your little tryst from the old man."

"The hell he said. His brain is mush?"

"Oh, yeah? Then how did I know? What, have you spilled it to anyone? Homer? Hesiod? Herodotus? Of course not. You were afraid Big Daddy would find out that you fell for the person he hates most in this world. Of course, when he saw the zombie article, it kind of forced your hand, and you had to come hunt him down no matter how much it hurt. You know what? Go ahead. Kill us. And let your father slaughter that boy. Over and over again. That won't leave a mark."

The force holding them against the wall vanishes. They turn to see Artemis walking back down the hallway towards the room where Zeus was with Shane, Hayley, and Oliver. The hunters quickly follow after the goddess. "This has to stop, Father," Artemis says, with her bow and arrow aimed at Zeus.

"Stop," Zeus mocks. "I'm only just getting started."

"You've done enough."

"I am doing this for us. For our kind. He is the reason we're here and not ruling the world. He's the reason they have forgotten all about us."

"Let them go. All of them."

"I am your father and you will obey me."

"You were once my father. Now you're someone else," Artemis replies, then fires an arrow. Zeus pulls Shane up in front of him at the last minute and the arrow hits him in the chest.

"I never get tired of watching you die," Zeus says, tightening his grip on Shane. "Your boy is going on the mountain." Shane glances at Oliver and Hayley. Then he grabs the arrow and pushes it further through his chest, piercing Zeus in the chest. Blue lightning flashes around them before they fall to the ground, dead.

Addison closes her eyes as the hot water runs over her. After burning Shane's body, the trio had made their way back to the bunker. There's a flash of blue angel wings. She turns around and rinses the shampoo out of her hair. Another flash of blue angel wings. She shakes her head. Then she feels it. As if there was a hand on her cheek. Addison opens her eyes. She looks around the shower room and finds that she's alone. She turns off the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself.

"Mine."

Addison tightens her grip on the towel as she walks out of the shower room. She looks around the hallway. "Ads?" She turns to see Sam, looking concerned. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I-I just thought I heard something," Addison replies, looking around. She forces a smile. "Um, I-I-I'm probably just tired. Or whatever. I'm going to lie down." She turns and walks down to hers and Dean's bedroom. She walks into the bedroom and closes the door behind her. She leans against the door and runs a hand over her face.