Chapter 13 — Everybody Hates Hitler

Addison lets out a low whistle as she climbs out of the Impala with Dean and Sam. They had made their way to the location of the coordinates that Larry Ganem had given Sam. There was a large building above ground. A door was built into the side of the bank. "When's the last time somebody was in this place," Dean questions.

"Sixty-five, seventy years ago," Sam replies.

Dean pulls out the wooden box they had received from Henry and opens it to reveal a key. He looks between Sam and Addison. "Lead the way, Indy," she amusedly says. After grabbing some flashlights from the trunk, the trio make their way to the door. Dean easily unlocks the door and they walk in.

The hallway is a bit long before they come to a railing. Flashlights shine around the room. Below them, were a series of communication devices. "Son of a bitch," Dean lets out.

"Look at this," Sam says, shining his light around the room. "Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center."

"Henry did say that they ran dispatch on their own team of hunters," Dean replies. His flashlight lands on a table with a chessboard and ashtray. A dirty coffee cup was also sitting on the table. "Wow. Halfway through their coffee and a game of chess. Looks like whoever was manning the hub left quick."

"On the alarm call that ended the Men of Letters," Sam adds. Addison makes her way down the stairs and Sam follows her.

Addison pushes some of the papers away. "This table is a map of the entire country."

Dean opens a fusebox to find two levers. He lifts one up and lights suddenly come on. He lifts up the other lever and more lights turn on. "Son of a bitch," Sam breathes.

Addison walks over to him and her gaze widens. "Holy shit," she mutters, looking around the vast library. Multiple bookshelves that were filled to the brim. Large wooden tables with lamps. Wooden floors. Music was playing from a record player.

"Sammy, Ads, I think we found the Bat Cave," Dean tells him, looking around the room.

Addison laughs when Dean pulls her into a bedroom. The three hunters had spent most of the day, exploring the bunker. There was a full kitchen, but it needed to be cleaned out of the rotten food. A shower room. But most importantly, numerous bedrooms with thick walls. Dean kicks the bedroom door close and presses his lips against hers. Layers are stripped off and dropped onto the floor.

Shoes are pulled off. Addison falls back onto the bed and Dean quickly climbs on top of her. He slides his hand under the black spaghetti strap tank top she is wearing. His lips trail across the top of her breasts. "Dean, aren't you curious," Addison questions, looking around the room.

Dean lets out a groan. He buries his face in her chest. "Ads, babe, the only thing I'm curious about is how thick the walls are. And that's just because I don't want to listen to Sam bitch about how the noise you make when I'm fucking your brains out." He leans back and pulls off his black t-shirt.

"Okay, yeah, knowing how soundproof the rooms are is a good idea," Addison begins. Dean grabs the bottom of the shirt and she pulls sits up enough to pull it off. Her bra joins the pile of clothes on the floor. "But aren't you curious to know what the Men of Letters may have known?"

Dean slides down the bed. He unbuttons and unzips her jeans before grabbing them and yanking them off. "No."

Addison stares at the ceiling. "Clearly, the Men of Letters knew about the supernatural. And hunters if they had hunters working for them," she says. He grabs the simple cotton panties she is wearing and pulls them down her legs. "And Henry seemed to know about the last descendant bloodline. But if Father O'Connor was part of some secret group that was tasked with—"

"Addison," Dean snaps, pushing her legs apart. She pays no attention to him. He leans forward and runs a finger through her folds.

"Ensuring the survival of the bloodline, then who are…" Addison trails off as his tongue swirls around her clit. "Oh god." She buries a hand in his hair. He smirks against her. Dean was always good at distracting Addison. He slides two fingers into her. The grip she has on his hair tightens. His tongue flicks her clit. She lets out a loud moan. She lifts her hips, wanting to press closer to him. She was close. He pulls back and she lets out a whimper. "Dean…" She opens her eyes to find him shedding the rest of his clothes.

Dean climbs back onto the bed. He rubs his cock against her folds. "You're cute when you geek out," he mutters, pushing his cock into her. His thrusts are slow and shallow.

Addison shifts. "I thought you were gonna fuck my brains out," she says, pulling him down into her kiss. She could taste herself on him. She drapes a leg over his hip.

Dean smirks. He deeply thrusts and she lets out a moan. "Oh, I am," he tells her. He picks up his pace, slamming into her. Addison's nails dig into his back as her body shudders with pleasure. His thrusts are faster. Harder. He comes with a grunt and falls onto the bed next to her. The only noise in the room is their heavy breathing. "We can do better than that."

Dean walks into the library the next morning. Freshly showered and wearing one of the bathrobes he had found in the shower room. Along with the matching pair of slippers. He had woken up that morning to find himself alone. Books were spread out over one of the tables with Sam bent over it. No sign of Addison. "Morning," he greets.

"Morning," Sam replies, not looking up at him.

Dean looks around. "The, uh, water pressure in the Letters' shower room is marvelous."

"Yeah. I still can't figure out how we even have water…or electricity."

"Yep. Well, I am putting that under the ain't broke column." Dean shifts. "Listen, little brother, let's not go all geek on this stuff, okay?"

Sam glances at him before turning back to the book. "Geek?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I mean, don't - don't get me wrong," Dean replies, picking up a scimitar from one of the display stands. "This stuff is awesome, and it looks like they ran a real tight outfit here, but I'm just saying, you know, don't, uh, don't think that they knew some big secrets that we don't know."

Dean waves the sword around as Addison walks into the library, carrying a cup of coffee. She had clearly showered, given that her hair was still wet. She was wearing jeans and a navy spaghetti-strap tank top. "Dean, they were a secret society," Addison amusedly says, sitting down at the table.

"Which means that they made shit up and wore fezzes and sashes and swung around scimitars. They probably didn't even sharp—" Dean cuts himself off when he touches the edge of the sword and cuts his finger. "That's very sharp."

"Dean," Sam begins, looking up. "I think we might have something here. Something that could help, help humanity. Henry certainly thought so. I mean, you know damn well we could use a break. What if we finally got one?" The room is silent for a moment. "Are you gonna take off the dead guy robe?"

Dean shifts. "It's very comfortable."

"And we're gonna lay down some ground rules."

Addison raises an eyebrow. She exchanges a confused look with Dean. "Rules," she asks.

"No sex in common spaces," Sam says, shooting Dean a pointed look.

Addison frowns. "Sam, I can't believe you would think that we would do that." Sam turns his pointed look on her and she shifts. "But-but-but…what about just one time against the bookshelves?"

"No."

Addison leans forward, making sure to push up her cleavage. "What if it's just one time, Sam?"

"No."

Dean walks into the Bunker to find Sam and Addison sitting in the library at one of the many tables. Numerous files were spread out on the table and each of them had a laptop in front of them. "Hey," he calls, setting his duffle down at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey," Sam replies. "So, how's Kevin doing?"

"You know. He's okay, I guess. In his corner, hacking out his Da Vinci code. Nothing actionable yet," Dean tells them. He grabs a beer out of the mini-fridge they had put in the library and takes a seat next to Addison. "Garth says hi, but the way. Anything from Cas?"

"Not a thing," Addison replies, grabbing his beer and taking a swig. Dean shoots her an annoyed look. "You?"

"No, he's, uh, he's not answering."

"Right. Well, uh, so I have been trying to chart out the Letters' network of hunters, their allies, uh affiliated groups they worked with, kept files on…" Sam trails off.

"Circa 1958?"

"Yeah. True. Uh, most are dead or defiant, but others…I'm not so sure and this one…you should definitely check out," Sam tells him, holding a file with the Men of Letters' logo on it.

Dean grabs it and looks through it. "The Judah Initiative," he questions.

"They were a European team," Addison brightly says. "Active during World War II."

"Really? Hunters fighting in a war. That's cool."

"They weren't exactly hunters. And they weren't exactly fighting."

Dean takes a closer look at the file. "Rabbis," he asks, looking at a photo. "Rabbis? Really?"

Sam nods. "The Letter's file on them is-is sketchy, but, apparently, they were hard-core saboteurs. So I ran a search on the Initiative's entire roster and I got a hit. One Rabbi Isaac Bass. He was seventeen years old when he joined the Initiative and eighty-five years old when he died…two weeks ago. In a college town back east, he was capped."

Sam turns his laptop to face Dean. "Capped," Dean disbelievingly repeats, skimming the article that talked about a freak accident on a college campus.

"Yeah. He was there doing research and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted."

"So…this is a case," Dean questions. Sam stares at him and he lets out an annoyed breath. "I just got back."

Addison softly smiles at the librarian. She and Sam had elected to check out the library while Dean went to the local pub to talk to some of the witnesses. "So, you both worked with the late Rabbi Bass," the librarian questions.

"Yes," Addison brightly answers. "We're research associates of Rabbi Bass. And we're trying to complete his last paper for publication. We just like to review what he was after here."

"Well, that would be quite a lot of material. He was here open to close for almost a week," the librarian tells them.

"Wow," Sam says. "Um, how about just the stuff he was looking at…you know, the day he…uh, caught fight?"

The librarian hums. "That does shorten the list a bit."

Turns out that Rabbi Bass had looked at a very delicate book on the day that he had died. One that require white gloves, something that Sam and Addison were currently wearing. Sam opens the box and lifts up a copy of The Explorer's Guide to North American Birds.

Addison raises an eyebrow. "This seems very anticlimactic."

After returning the book, the two of them start to make their way out of the library. Sam pulls out his phone and Addison knows that he's calling Dean. "Hey, so I, uh, looked into the rabbi's research. It doesn't make a lot of sense," he says, pausing and looking around. Addison frowns. Sam slides a hand under the blazer that she was wearing. Her Colt compact was resting in the back of her skirt. His hand sits on the handle. She slides an arm around his waist, slipping her hand into his back pocket. To anyone watching them, they would appear as a couple engaging a little PDA. "Um, bird watching." They continue walking along the street. "That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe. Yeah, I think so." Sam shoots her a confused look. "What? Yes, please. Got someplace quiet?"

Within half an hour, Addison is sitting at the trunk of the Impala with Sam. "Stupid keys," she mutters, purposely dropping the keys on the ground. She kneels to pick them up. Then suddenly, Dean flies threw the air and hits the passenger side door, breaking the window. "Dean!"

Addison runs over to him. She kneels next to him. Sam swings a knife at their attacker, who was a very large man. The man wraps a hand around Sam's throat and lifts him off the ground. Addison's gaze widens. "Stop," a second man commands, walking up to them.

The large man sets Sam on the ground and lets go of him. Dean lets out a groan and Addison places a hand on his arm. "Dean, are you okay," she quietly asks.

"My spleen," Dean groans.

"What the hell is that," Sam questions.

"He's a Golem. Well, he's my Golem," the second man explains.

"Holy crap," Addison breathes, staring at the Golem in disbelief.

Aaron, the man who was controlling the Golem, opens the door to a house he was staying in. The Golem pushes past the group. The trio follows him with Aaron bringing up the rear. "The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass," Aaron begins. "He was my grandfather. That's why we're here. When you guys started to follow up on his case, we started following you."

"So, wait," Dean says. "What you're saying is that you and me…we, uh, didn't have a moment?"

"No, man. I was tailing you."

"Told you I was being followed. He was my gay thing," Dean quietly says to Sam. Addison shoots him a questioning look. Dean clears his throat. "It was really good. You really had me there. It was very smooth."

"Yeah, well smooth is just about all I got," Aaron says. The Golem stares at him. "What?" The Golem grunts. "Yeah, that's right. Keep walking, you chia pet."

Addison raises an eyebrow. "That's a Golem," she disbelievingly states.

"Yes. Shaped from clay and brought to life by rabbis to protect the Jewish people in times of, I don't know, general crappiness."

"And he's your Golem?"

Aaron snorts. "Hardly. My grandfather left him to me. I'm the last surviving descendant of the members of this…thing…this Initiative."

"The Judah Initiative," Sam questions.

"Right, and he—"

"Who," the Golem snaps causing the three hunters to jump and find that the Golem was standing behind them. Addison grabs Dean's arm. "Who are they to know about the men of Judah?"

"It's okay," Dean tells him. "We are the good guys."

"We-we're hunters," Sam adds. "Uh, Sam and Dean Winchester. Addison Sloan. We know about The Judah Initiative because our grandfather was a Man of Letters."

"Yes. The rabbis knew the Men of Letters."

Aaron walks up holding three bottles of beer. They each take a beer. "Take a seat," he says, motioning to the couch. "So, your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?"

"Yeah, grandparents, Mom, Dad, a truckload of cousins," Dean answers. "The whole family was lousy for it, but we…never had a Golem."

"We grew up in it," Addison asks. "But you didn't?"

"My grandfather's adventures, the Initiative, the Golem, the war…they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid. I thought it was make-believe. So did my parents. You know, fantasies to help him cope with all the horrible stuff he'd seen, but every once in a while, crazy old Grandpa Bass, would come back by on one of his trips, hand me a twenty-dollar savings bond, and say 'one day, you'll inherit the mantle.' Sure enough, a few days after he died, this big box shows up at my apartment. He always said I'd know what to do. Which was crap, because when I opened that box, this big, naked, potato-face lunatic wakes up and goes crazy!"

"I didn't go crazy," the Golem defends, looking out the window.

"You trashed my entertainment center! And my water bed."

"This boy knows nothing, observes none of the mitzvahs, labors on Sabbath, dines on swine."

"Everybody loves bacon," Aaron shouts. Dean nods in agreement.

"He's no rabbi. Yifalchunbee!"

Aarons runs a hand over his face, clearly frustrated. "Oh don't start with that stuff again."

"Yifalchunbee!"

"Enough! Please! Quiet time!"

Sam shifts. "All right. What was that? What was he saying?"

"It's Hebrew for something like 'take charge' but I have no idea what he means. Look, I grew up in Short Hills. I cheated my way through Hebrew school. I never really listened to my grandfather, what he was saying."

Dean frowns. "So, wait, he just sends you this-this Golem and expects you to work it out?"

"He didn't get much chance to prepare me, I guess. My parents…they did everything they could to prevent him from screwing me up with all his crazy talk. See, after the war, my grandfather spent the rest of his life trying to track down something he called the Thule Society."

"The Thule Society," Sam repeats. The hunters had no problem recognizing the name. "Right. They were Nazis."

"Nazi necromancers," Dean clarifies.

Aaron frowns. "Necro-who?"

"Necromancer," Addison explains. "Witches, sorcerers, dark magic…mostly with dead people."

"Okay. All I know about the Thule is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity, hell bent on world domination, that sponsored the early days of the Nazi party. My grandfather said The Judah Initiative was started to fight them."

"And the Thule murdered your grandfather, boy," the Golem snaps. "Find them so I can do my work!"

Addison's gaze widens when the Golem smashes as end table. "Hey," Aaron shouts. "Hey! We're renting here! Renting." The Golem walks into the kitchen. "Look, I think my Golem's right. My grandfather…he left me this message on my machine the day he died and he said that he had found something that the Thule were willing to kill him for. He said he was hiding it here in plain sight. He left me this weird…I don't know…equation." Aaron pulls out a piece of paper. "It's not a phone number or an address or coordinates. QL673W38."

Aaron hands the paper to Dean. "Is it a combination," Dean questions, handing the paper to Addison.

Addison smiles and stands up. "We need to go back to the library," she brightly says. She hands the paper to Sam before quickly walking out of the house.

"What," Aaron asks, looking between the three hunters. After changing out of their business clothes and into more comfortable clothes, they all made their way to the library. "Do you three just break in where you go?"

"Yeah, well, our dad wanted us to have a solid career to fall back on, just in case this hunter thing didn't pan out," Dean mutters, picking the lock on the library's door. He gets the door unlocked and the group walks into the library.

Addison smiles upon seeing a directory hanging on the wall. She takes off up the stairs. In a matter of minutes, she finds the correct aisle. Heavy footsteps echo behind her and she pulls out a large red book with scorched marks on the edges. She smiles at Sam. "Three years of working at the Yale library," Addison brightly says.

Sam smiles, and then a dart hits him in the jaw. He pulls it out. His skin starts to turn purple. Addison turns around and freezes upon seeing a blonde man wearing glasses. "I owe you thanks," he says in a heavily accented voice. He says something in German and Addison feels a pressure start to press on her forehead. She shakes her head. "The rabbi got me this far, but you took me all the way. Now, give me the ledger."

"Addison, run," Sam groans, shoving a trolley full of books at the man. Addison ducks around and takes off through the library stacks.

"Dean," Addison shouts, reaching the top of the stairs. Dean, Aaron, and the Golem were waiting at the bottom. She feels a dart hit her in the back of the neck. She stumbles on the stairs. "Dean!" Dean runs up the stairs and catches her. "Nazi. Necro…"

"Shit," Dean exclaims. He pulls the dart of the back of her neck. There was a large purple bruise forming. He pulls out his gun. Aaron lets out a shout and falls to the ground. Dean looks back to see a dart in his chest. "Shit." Dean looks at the Golem. "Hey, big guy, they're both gonna die unless we get whoever cast the spell."

The Golem runs up the stairs past Dean. Addison looks up at Dean. Her vision was blurry. "Sam," she softly whispers.

"Shit," Dean mutters, looking between Addison, Aaron, and the second floor of the library. He rests Addison against the glass banister and runs down to Aaron. He yanks the dart of his chest, before running up the stairs. Dean finds Sam lying on the floor in between the stacks. A purple bruise was on his jaw. He picks up Sam and starts to head back to the stairs. Dean stops upon seeing the Golem with a blonde man in a suit.

The Golem drops the man on the floor. He looks up at them. "Long live the Thule," the man declares.

The Golem easily picks the man back up and snaps his neck. "Or not," Dean says. Sam gasps and opens his eyes. The purple bruise on his jaw was gone. Dean helps Sam up and they walk down the stairs. Addison was sitting on the stairs, clutching the red book.

Dean shoots Addison a concerned glance as they ride in the Impala back to Aaron's rental. "You okay, Ads," he questions. The tray of coffee cups and a box of donuts was sitting in between them. Sam and Aaron seemed to bounce back after the spell wore off. Addison didn't seem like she was through.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Addison mutters. She presses a hand to her forehead. "I, uh, I just have a horrible headache."

Dean parks the Impala in front of the rental. "You sure about that, Ads?"

Addison shoots him a smile. "Yeah…" She trails off at the look on his face. "What?"

"Ads, your eyes."

Addison pulls down the visor and looks in the mirror. "What the fuck," she lets out upon seeing her glowing gold eyes. Dean opens the door and climbs out of the Impala. He grabs the coffee and the doughnuts. Addison quickly follows him. "Dean, I'm fine."

"Your eyes are glowing, Ads. That's not fucking fine," Dean snaps, walking into the house. Sam was sitting at the table with Aaron. "What'd you find out?"

"I think it's a log book from a Nazi compound in Belarus. It was run by the Thule," Sam answers. He's taken back upon seeing Addison's glowing eyes. "Ads, your eyes."

"Yeah, I know," Addison softly says. "But I'm fine."

"This is the red ledger," Aaron tells them. "It was lost in the fire that destroyed the compound, but my grandfather was convinced it had been found after the war."

"Well, it describes the horrible experiments performed on the camp's population," Sam adds. "Magical experiments. Including one to find the bloodline. Which seems to be what Addison is reacting to."

Addison shifts. "He did say something in German. And I-I felt like I was getting a bad headache. But I kinda brushed it off."

"Great," Dean mutters. "Now, we'll have Nazi necromancers are looking for Ads and this book."

"The experiments were more horrible than words," the Golem says, walking into the room. The Golem had taken to pacing around the rental.

Sam shifts. "You were there, weren't you? At the camp?"

"I was made in the ghetto of Vitsyebsk to tear that hell down. I broke its walls, its men. The commandant burnt the place to ash around me."

"Okay, um, what does it mean when-when you tell Aaron to take charge," Sam questions.

"The boy would know. If he could consult the pages."

Dean frowns. "Pages? What pages?"

Aaron sighs. "When I was…" He trails off. This was a story he clearly didn't want to tell them. "When I was bar mitzvahed my-my grandfather gave me this little old book. It was in Hebrew. It was like an owner's manual for a Golem."

"Okay. Great. Get that then."

Aaron shifts. "I-I can't exactly. When I went to high school, I sort of…drifted. I started getting off the academic track, and, uh, I know of, um, I kind of smoked it."

"The boy smoked the pages," the Golem disbelievingly repeats.

"They were these thin, vellum-y pages," Aaron defends. "I mean, it was perfect for rolling. Look, they were driving instructions for a clay man. Okay? It was nonsense. Right. I mean…I…Okay. All right. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Why can't you just tell me what I don't know?"

The Golem slams his hands onto the table and leans in close to Aaron. "It's not my place to guide the rabbi, to teach the teacher! It's not my place! Yifalchunbee!"

The Golem resumes his pacing. "That's not super comforting, got to say," Dean says, taking a sip of coffee.

"So, as far as I can tell, these experiments…The Thule were murdering Jews, gypsies, just about anybody and everybody then trying to magically reanimate them," Sam says. "They were trying to figure out a way to bring their own dead back to life…which I'm guessing they figured out because of this." Sam turns to the last pages of the ledger. "This last page is a roster of every dead Thule member who was reanimated."

"This is why they killed my grandfather," Aaron questions.

"Anything in there on how to kill it," Dean asks.

"Apparently, they experimented with that too. Um, headshot. But if you don't burn the body within twelve hours, it reanimates again," Sam explains.

"Nazi bastards."

"Nazi zombies," Addison corrects. She shifts. "Since the Nazis were meticulous at their record keeping, did they happen to write down why they wanted the Last Descendant?"

Sam shrugs. "I'm assuming because of power."

"What's the Last Descendant," Aaron questions, looking between them.

"Nothing," the three hunters simultaneously say.

Addison lets out a yawn. She was sitting at the table with Sam. He was researching the Golem, while she was researching the Thule Society. She wasn't concerned with the Golem and as far as she was concerned as long as the Golem didn't hurt anyone innocent then it was Aaron's to deal with. "No, no, Garth, not a tool society," Dean says, walking in with a duffle bag. "Thule. T-H-U-L-E. Yeah. All right. Call me if you find anything." He hangs up and sets the duffle bag on the table. "All of Garth's contacts are stumped. Nobody on the circuit's ever head of the Thule Society. Whoever these people are, they've been flying beneath the hunter radar. Anything?"

"I called Sarah," Addison says.

"Let me guess. The bitch didn't pick up."

Addison rolls her eyes. "Uh, actually she did. She said did run into the Thule Society during the war, while she was in Paris and hanging out with some French resistance fighters. They tried to attack her and she got the French resistance fighters to take some out while she took off."

"No surprise there."

"She hadn't heard of anything since then. But she did say to stay far away from them and that they have a spell that made her eyes glow gold for a few days. Because they want the last descendant's blood. For what? No idea."

Dean lets out a frustrated breath and turns to Sam. "You have anything better?"

"Nothing solid," Sam replies. "I mean, the lore is all over the place. Uh, according to one legend, um, it can be shut down if you erase one of the letters off its forehead."

"I didn't see any letters on Clayface."

"Exactly. So, side burner that. Another one…" Sam pulls up a website. "Some have a scroll in their mouth you're supposed to rip out."

"Wouldn't that give him some sort of a lisp or something?"

"Well, classically, they're not even supposed to speak. We do know that he took on an entire camp full of heavily armed German soldiers and Thule necromancers and won."

"One badass Hummel figurine."

"That we have no idea how to put back in the box."

"Great."

"So, that's your plan?" The hunters turn to see Aaron standing in the entrance of the dining room slash kitchen. "Taking out my Golem?"

Sam shifts. "It's not a plan."

"We would just feel a lot better if we knew how. That's all," Dean tells him.

"What makes you think you have any right to make that decision?"

"Believe me, if we need the right, we will take it," Dean coldly says.

"Look, he may be a pain in the ass, but he's my responsibility."

Sam sighs. "Look, the Golem was built to go to war. You're not trained for that. How are you gonna take that on?"

"I don't know."

The door flies open and they turn to see a man wearing a black suit. Dean grabs Aaron and shoves him behind him. Sam grabs the ledger and quickly hides it under his laptop bag on the floor. Addison quickly moves back. The man punches Dean and sends him flying through the air. The man then points gun his gun at Sam. A third man grabs Aaron and a fourth man wraps a hand around Addison's arm. She moves to punch him, but he backhands her and she falls to the ground. The Golem runs into the room. He flips a table over and grabs one of the men.

"Enough!" The room turns to see a man wearing a suit and an expensive black jacket walk into the room. "There you are, you grim piece of work, after all these years."

The Golem drops the man and turns to the man. "Eckhart," he coldly says.

Eckhart holds out a hand to the Golem and says something in Latin. The Golem freezes and his shoulders sag. Eckhart pats the Golem on the shoulder and walks past him. Sam is shoved against a wall and he slides down it to the ground. He holds up his hands. The second man points a gun at Dean.

Eckhart walks over to the Golem. "I command you by the covenant of your makers, Clay of Adam, surrender your bond onto me," Eckhart commands. The Golem opens his mouth and a small scroll falls into Eckhart's open palm. He looks at Aaron. "So, you are the Golem's rabbi?" Eckhart unrolls the scroll and amusedly smiles. "You woke him, but you didn't take possession of him. You write your name on the scroll, boy. That's how you…Yifalchunbee."

"I didn't know what he meant," Aaron defends. Addison shifts from where she's lying on the floor.

"Knowledge is power, isn't it?" Eckhart backhands Aaron and knocks him against the wall. "Now, which of you is going to tell me where I can find a certain red ledger?" Eckhart grabs Addison and pulls her up off the floor. He tightly grips her jaw, but Addison just glares at him.

"How about you go fuck yourself, Nazi bastard," Sam snaps.

Eckhart sighs. "Can we…could we put the Nazi thing aside for the moment and just talk about this like—"

"Nazi necromancer dicks," Dean interrupts. "Pass."

Addison notices the ring on Eckhart's hand. "You're the commander. You're the necromancer Mengele. You authorized all those experiments on innocent people," she coldly says.

Eckhart coldly smiles. "Invented those experiments, thank you."

"So, what about you," Sam questions. "I mean, you're not…undead. So what did you do? You cast a forever twenty-one spell on yourself, like your little friend at the library?"

"His name was Torvald. And you will suffer for that."

One of the men, who was searching the rental, finds the red ledger that Sam had hidden. "You know, I got to say, spell or no spell, he broke easy, so…" Dean trails off as the ledger is handed to Eckhart.

"I'm sorry," Eckhart replies, flipping through the ledger. A satisfied smile appears on his face. "So, let me tell you what I see. A magic Jew at my feet, not a master in sight, the long sought-after Last Descendent, and finally our secrets are secret once again. Which reminds me of a story. A Jew, two gentiles, and a Golem walk into a bar…and it doesn't end with them coming out."

Aaron, who had managed to grab a piece of the broken side table, smacks the table leg into Eckhart's back. Addison drops to the ground and reaches for the shotgun sticking out of one of the duffle bags. Dean and Sam manage to both dive for their respective guns. Two gunshots are fired and two of the men fall to the floor. Addison fires the shotgun at the fourth man and he falls to the floor. The third man releases his grip on Aaron and runs out of the rental. Addison stands up and aims the shotgun at Eckhart as Sam and Dean do the same.

"Fools," Eckhart shouts. "You can kill me. But you will never kill all the Thule."

Three gunshots go off and Eckhart falls to the ground. "Well, that's a start," Dean says, walking over to Addison. "Ads, you okay?" She nods, rubbing her jaw. He turns to Aaron. "You okay?"

Aaron nods. "Yeah. Yeah."

Addison bites her lip as she pulls the pie out of the open. After disposing of the body of the Thule and ensuring that Aaron had gained ownership of the Golem, the trio had left and headed back to the Bunker. Sam had taken to creating new entries into the Men of Letters catalog. Addison decided to try her hand at baking a pie in the newly stocked kitchen. "Did you bake a pie?"

Addison turns to see Dean standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She lightly smiles. "I attempted to," she tells him.

Dean walks over to her and pulls her against his chest. He presses his lips against hers. "Have I told you how much I love you," he mutters, sliding an arm around her waist. Her back hits the refrigerator door. His lips slide down her neck. His hand slides under the henley she was wearing.

Addison shifts. "Dean…" He slides a hand into the front of her jeans. She places a hand on his wrist. "Dean, stop."

Dean lets out a groan. "Ads."

"I…I…" Addison trails off. She had wanted to talk to him about reconsidering doing the spell. But she couldn't. She knew exactly where he stood. And she didn't want to ruin the happiness they had managed to find. She wraps her arms around his neck and softly kisses him. "I think we should take this to the bedroom while the pie cools down." Dean scoops her up and she can't help but laugh.