Chapter 01 — We Need To Talk About Kevin
It happened so fast. One minute she was in a dimly lit wooded area and the next she was in a dark campsite. Addison pulls her light weight jacket close as she moves closer to where Dean was standing. He goes on guard when they hear something rustle. A young man climbs out of a tent and Addison blinks when he shines a flashlight at them. "Where are we," Dean demands.
"What," the young man nervously replies. A young woman climbs out of the tent and Dean aims his gun at her. "Hey, hey."
"Where's the road?"
The young man points to the left. "Twelve miles, that way."
Dean grabs a backpack setting on the ground near his feet. He glances at Addison, before they take off. They're a few miles into their journey when Addison starts coughing. Dean drops the backpack and he makes his way over to her. "Dean, I can't," Addison tiredly says as she leans against a tree.
"Hey, hey," Dean softly replies, cupping her face. "We made it this far. You can make it a few more miles, Ads." Addison nods and Dean shoulders the backpack. He wraps an arm around her waist and they continue their hike.
A few days later, Dean and Addison arrive at an old windmill in Louisiana. She takes the backpack and sits under the windmill while Dean digs up an unmarked grave. He grunts as he climbs out of the grave when a pain shoots up his left arm. "Hold on, you bastard," Dean says, rolling up his sleeve. His forearm is a bright red and the vein is pulsing. "Hold on!" He pulls out a large knife and slices his forearm. "Anima corpori. Fuerit corpus, totem resurgent."
Dean holds his arm over the bones as a bright red liquid drips onto the bones. He groans and watches as a light dances over the bones before vanishing. "That was fast," Addison says and Dean looks up to see her looking behind him.
"No thanks to Dean," the man says. His voice held a Cajun accent. He had dark hair and a beard with patches of grey mixed in. "The hell took you so long?"
"You're welcome," Dean says, standing up. The man cracks his neck. "Everything working?"
"Good enough." The man opens his mouth and a set of vampire teeth descend. He closes his mouth and looks between Dean and Addison. "So, what now?"
"Like we talked about, I guess."
"Then this is goodbye."
"Keep your nose clean, Benny. You hear me?" Benny nods and walks over to Dean with a hand outstretched. Dean shakes his hand.
"We made it, brother. I can't believe it," Benny chuckles and Dean can't fight a grin as they embrace in a one armed hug.
"You and me both."
The boys separate and Addison laughs as Benny embraces her. "How you doing, Addison?"
"Much better," Addison answers, pulling back. She shoots him a smile. "See you around, Benny."
The moment the cabin door opens, Dean tackles the intruder. Sam Winchester stares at his older brother in disbelief as water is sprayed on him. "Dean," Sam says. "What the — I'm not a demon." Dean grabs a bottle of cleaning fluid and pours it on him. "Or a leviathan. What—" Dean grabs his arm and runs a silver blade across his forearm.
"Or a shifter. Good," Dean says, moving back from his younger brother. "My turn. Come on. Let's go."
"I don't need to. I know it's you," Sam replies, standing up.
"Damn it, Sammy!" Dean splashes holy water and cleaning fluid on himself. He holds out the silver knife to Sam. "Come on."
"No! Dean, can I just say hello?"
Dean shoots him an annoyed look and cuts him arm with the knife. "All right." He chuckles as he wraps his arm up with an old bandana. "Well, let's do this."
"I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower."
Dean chuckles. "Come here."
The brothers embrace. Neither of them could believe that they were seeing the other after such a long time. Sam pulls back. "Dude, you're…fucking alive. I mean, what the hell happened?"
"Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to purgatory."
Sam stares in disbelief. "You were in Purgatory?" Dean nods. "For the whole year?"
"Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life."
"What about Ads? I mean, did she get out or…"
A throat clears and the boys turn to see Addison standing in the door. She walks towards them and Sam meets her halfway before tightly embracing her. She winces but smiles nonetheless. "It's good to see you, Sam," Addison says.
Sam sets her down and looks between them. "Well, how'd you guys get out?"
"I guess whoever built that box didn't want us in there any more than we did," Dean explains.
"What does that mean?"
"We're here, okay."
"What about Cas? Was he there?"
Dean looks away from his brother. "Yeah, Cas didn't make it."
"What exactly does that mean?"
"Something happened to him down there. Things got pretty hairy towards the end and he…just let go."
"So Cas is dead? You guys saw him die?"
"We saw enough."
"So, then what, you're not sure?"
"I said I saw enough, Sam."
"Right. Dean, I'm sorry."
"Me too. So you — I can't believe you're actually here. You know that half your numbers are out of service?" Dean moves over to the fridge and grabs a couple of beers. "Felt like I was leaving messages in the wind." He hands one to Addison before sitting down at the small kitchen table.
"Yeah, I-I didn't get your messages."
"Why not," Addison asks, sitting down next to Dean.
"Probably because I ditched the phones."
Dean frowns. "Because?"
"I guess, um, I guess something happened to me this year, too. I don't hunt anymore."
Dean chuckles. "Yeah. And Sasha Grey's gone legit." Sam scoffs. "What?"
"Nothing. Um, she did a Soderbergh movie."
"I'm sorry," Addison says, hoping she misheard Sam.
"She did a Soderbergh—"
"You quit, Sam," Addison disbelievingly repeats. Sam frowns. He was expecting Dean to be mad at him, but not Addison.
"Yeah. Yeah, I…you guys were gone. Cas was gone, Bobby was dead, Patrick was dead. I mean, Crowley even shipped off Kevin and Meg to parts unknown."
"So you turned tail on the family business," Dean states.
"Nothing says 'family' quite like the whole family being dead."
"We weren't dead," Addison snaps. "We were up to our elbows in a garbage pit killing monsters. Which I thought was our job."
"Yes, Ads. And far as I knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. I had no one — no one. And for the first time in my life, I was completely alone. And, honestly, I didn't exactly have a roadmap. So, yeah, I fixed up the Impala. And I just…drove."
Addison clenches her fists. "After you looked for us, right."
Sam remains silent. "Did you look for us, Sam," Dean asks. Addison looks away as the anger and hurt build at Sam's silent answer. "Good. That's good. No, we — we always told each other not to look for each other. That's smart. Good for you. Of course, we always ignored that because of our deep, abiding love for each another, but not this time, right, Sammy?"
"Look, I'm still the same guy."
"Well, good for you, Sam," Addison angrily snaps. She storms out of the cabin, letting the door slam shut behind her. Dean stands there for a moment, feeling the same anger as Addison. He walks out of the cabin and finds her standing next to the big old tree. She had a hand pressed against her side.
Dean stops, seeing his beloved 67 Chevy Impala parked in front of the cabin. "Give me a couple of minutes, baby," he says, patting the trunk. He moves towards Addison and sighs seeing the dark red stain on her shirt. "You're supposed to be taking it easy."
"Yeah, well, that was before I felt the need to strangle your brother," Addison replies. Dean lifts up her shirt and sees that a few of her stitches had popped. "I'm fine."
"You know, I'm the one that's supposed to be the hot headed and you're the calm one."
Addison sighs. "I'm sorry. I just…he didn't look for us, Dean. We — we spent the past year fighting for our lives and Sam didn't look for us." Dean pulls her into a tight embrace. "We spent the past year fighting to get home and he didn't look for us."
Sam looks over his shoulder to where Dean was sitting on the couch with a box of their old cell phones. Addison had retreated to bed earlier, after having spent the better part of the day ignoring Sam. "You want some dinner," he asks, stirring the pot filled with spaghettios.
"Pass," Dean answers, not looking at his brother. He grabs one of the phones and plugs in a pair of headphones.
"Okay." Footsteps pad into the room and Sam turns to see Addison. He notices the hunting knife she was clutching in her hand. "You want some dinner, Ads?"
Addison blinks. "Um, sure." She sets the hunting knife on the coffee table and moves over to him. Sam notices the jagged cut on her neck. He fills a bowl with spaghettios and hands it to her. "Thanks."
"You're welcome, Ads." He shoots her smile, but Addison turns away. Sam sighs and watches as she sits down on the couch next to Dean. He pours himself a bowl and sits down at the table with a beer. Dean looks at his younger brother with a hard look on his face. "What?"
Dean pulls out the headphones. He turns the phone's speaker on. "Sam Winchester, it's Kevin Tran. Crowley had me in this warehouse and I just escaped. I don't know where I am. And I don't know if he or — or any other demons are still after me. I need your help. Call me back. It's Kevin Tran," Kevin's voice says.
"When was that," Sam questions.
Dean hits play once more. "Sam Winchester. It's Kevin Tran. I called you a week ago. Call me, please. I don't know what the hell I'm doing out here, man," Kevin says.
"Okay. I get it," Sam replies, standing up. He walks over to the couch. "So, what, you want to…strategize or something?"
Dean hits the play button. "Sam, it's Kevin. I'm…whoo! I'm so good," Kevin slurs.
"Is he…drunk?"
"Three months since you ditched my ass. Haven't slept for more than four hours a night. It's all good in the hood," Kevin says. "Uh, if you're still alive, eat me. Eat me!" Dean hits play for the next message. "Sam, it's been six months. I can only assume you're dead. If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore."
"He was our responsibility," Dean says, standing up. He tosses the phone at Sam's chest. "And you couldn't answer the damn phone."
A few hours later, Dean is sitting on the couch and reading through some notes that Kevin had left behind. Addison was curled against him, asleep. "All right, listen to this," Sam begins from where he was sitting at the table with his laptop. "Kevin's last message. Listen to the background."
"If not, don't try and reach me. You won't be able to. I won't be calling this number anymore," Kevin says from Sam's computer.
Sam glances at his older brother. "Hear that?"
Dean frowns. He had heard something in the background. "What is it?"
"I think he was on a bus. Listen again."
Sam plays the message once again, but enhances the background noise. "Last stop - Centerville," an announcement says.
Dean slowly untangles himself from Addison and gently lays her on the couch. "Centerville? Centerville, where," he asks, moving towards the table.
"Michigan."
"And why would Kevin be in Centerville, Michigan?"
Sam brings up Kevin's Facebook page on his laptop. Dean watches as he clicks on a name that was tagged on a photo. The page changes and it shows a picture of a young Asian woman standing in front of a college sign. "Because his high school girlfriend goes to college there."
"That's thin."
"It's the best lead we got."
Dean stares. "'We?'"
Sam sighs. "You were right. He was our responsibility. So, let's find him, okay?"
Dean starts to reply, but Addison shoots up. She looks around the cabin and lets out a relived breath upon seeing the boys. He moves towards her as she lightly touches her side and winces. "We leave first thing in the morning," he tells his younger brother. Sam watches as Dean helps Addison up and they walk out of the living room. Something had changed in their relationship and he was curious to know what it was. He knew that he need to ask Dean about what he had found in the trunk of the Impala, but that he couldn't ask when Addison was within ear shot.
Addison yawns as the boys toss duffle bags full of weapons into the trunk of the Impala. She hadn't been sleeping well. And she knew that Dean had noticed. She couldn't sleep for more than a few hours at a time and even then her time in Purgatory haunted her. "Hey," Sam says. She looks up to see him tosses the keys to the Impala to Dean.
"Well, no visible signs of douchery. I'll give you that," Dean says, climbing into the driver's seat.
Addison goes to climb into the front seat as Sam does the same. She stares at the younger Winchester, daring him to do something. She climbs into the front seat and frowns. The back passenger door slams shut and Sam makes himself comfortable in the backseat. "Does it smell like dog," she asks, looking at Dean.
"In the car," Sam asks, taking a deep breath.
Dean frowns. "You tell us."
Addison's grip tightens on the hunting knife in her hand. The leaves crunch under her boots as she continues walking through the dimly lit woods. She was tired and hungry. She had gotten separated from Dean a few days ago. Had it been days or weeks? She wasn't sure. Time moved differently in Purgatory. A growl causes her to stop in her tracks. Addison turns and finds a man dressed in Old West clothing behind her. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," the man drawls.
"You mean a douche bag," Addison replies, taking a step back. The man snarls at her. He raises a hand and it starts to glow orange. Addison takes off with the dragon close behind. She lets out a scream when the dragon digs its claws into her right shoulder blade. She reaches behind and stabs the dragon with her knife. The dragon roars as it digs more claws into her left side. Suddenly, the pressure from the dragon is ripped off of her. Addison quickly crawls away. She pushes herself up in time to see someone shove a handmade sword like object into the dragon.
The man had a dark beard with patches of grey mixed in. He wore a newspaper boy cap and his clothing appeared to be from the 1950s. The dragon was on the ground, withering in pain. The man walks over to Addison and holds out a hand. "We need to get out of here," he tells her, revealing a Cajun accent.
Addison grabs the outstretched hand and slowly stands up. Pain erupted from the wounds on her body. She winces when the man wraps an arm around her waist and they slowly walk away. "Why did you help me," she asks.
"Because your friend can help me," the man replies.
"Help you how?"
"Get out of here."
Addison watches as Dean rubs his hands together as they sit on one of the motel room beds. She knew what he was feeling: the anxiety of sitting in one place for too long. It was something she had felt too since they had left Purgatory. "You okay," Sam asks, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom.
"Yeah. Yeah, hey, what do you say we blow this join, hit the road," Dean asks his younger brother. He knew that he didn't have to ask Addison. He knew what her answer would be.
"Now?"
"Yeah. Kevin's not getting any more found."
"The kid survived a year without us. He'll be okay for another twelve hours. Besides, when's the last time you slept?" Dean shakes his head. "What?"
"Nothing. Is that, uh, that how you rationalized taking a year off? People will be okay?"
"People were okay, Dean. You guys are okay."
"That's such bullshit, Sam," Addison snaps.
Sam tenses. "Look, I did what we promised we'd do. I moved on. I lived my life."
"Yeah, no, we're getting," Dean replies.
"Look, it wasn't like I was…just oblivious. I mean, I read the paper every day. I saw the weird stories, the kind of stuff we used to chase."
"And you said what? Not my problem?"
"Yes. And you know what," Sam says, walking towards where Dean and Addison were sitting on a bed. "The world went on."
"People died, Sam."
"People will always die, Dean. Or maybe another hunter took care of it. I don't know, but the point is, for the first time, I realized that it wasn't only up to me to stop it."
"Hmm. So what was it? What could possibly make you stop just like that? A girl?" A look passes over Sam's face and they instantly knew the answer. "Was there a girl?"
"The girl had nothing to do with it."
"There was a girl."
"Yeah. There was. And then there wasn't. Any more questions?"
Addison shakes her head and stands up. "I'm going for a walk. Alone."
Addison walks out of the motel, leaving the boys alone. "Does Addison know that you have a marriage certificate with both your names on it," Sam asks, turning to his older brother.
Dean tenses. "No."
"So, Ads doesn't know that you guys got married in Vegas?"
"She thinks that it was a fake marriage." Dean stands up and shoots Sam a hard look. "Stay out of it."
Dean stares at the ceiling as he lays on one of the motel beds. Addison was pressed up against him, asleep. After she had returned from her walk she had taken a quick shower and crawled into bed. He knew what she was feeling. The anger and disappointment that Sam hadn't looked for them, hadn't tried to find a way to save them. Addison had been the one to keep the hope alive that Sam was looking for them. It wasn't until they reunited that he realized that she had given up on Sam finding them. "Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy to you. I don't even necessarily need you guys to understand. But…you need to know," Sam says from where he was sitting on the other bed. "I didn't just drop out, Dean. I found something. Something I've…never had all my life."
"Yeah, what was her name," Dean asks.
"Amelia."
"So, what, you, uh, you dropped your peanut butter in her chocolate? How'd it happen?"
"I hit a dog."
Dean sits up and glares at Sam. Addison lets out a soft snore. "I knew I smelled dog."
"And I knew you'd throw a bitch fit."
"Hey, the rules are simple, Sam. You don't take a joint from a guy named Don and there's no dogs in car!"
"All right, what about you guys?"
"What about us?"
"Look at you. You both still got that look. You're shaky. You're on edge. What was it like?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"It was bloody. Messy. Thirty one flavors of bottom dwelling nasties. Hell, most days felt like 360 degree combat. But there was something about being there. It felt pure."
Dean runs after the vampire. He was hoping that the monster could lead him to where Addison or Castiel were. Suddenly, the vampire vanishes. Dean stops. He looks around. He hears a rustling noise. Dean spots the vampire and runs up behind him. He slams a fist on the vampire's arm and a hand made knife drops to the ground. Dean shoves the vampire against the tree, pressing a knife against his throat. A set of vampire fangs descend.
"Take a breath. Calm down," Dean orders. "Where's the angel and the girl?"
"You're him. The human," the vampire laughs.
"Where's the angel and the girl?"
"I don't know."
"Hmmm." Dean slams his knife into the vampires arm, pinning the vampire to the tree. Dean picks up the weapon that the vampire had dropped. It was an old jaw bone of some kind that had been sharpened. Dean slices the vampire's head off and it hits the ground with a thud. He starts to walk away when he's suddenly tackled. Another vampire was on his back. The weapon flies out his hand. Dean reaches for it when the weight is suddenly lifted off his back. He watches as the vampire is easily dispatched. Dean picks up the weapon when he sees the man is actually a vampire. The vampire's teeth retract. "What, no thanks for saving your hide?"
"Sure." Dean holds up the weapon. "I won't shove this up your ass."
"Dean!" He turns and sees Addison slowly making her way towards them. Her shirt was ripped on the left and stained with blood. She had a hand pressed against her side. He quickly makes his way towards her and embraces her.
"Don't ever disappear on me again," Dean mutters, pressing his face into her copper red hair. He releases her and takes a step back. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Addison smiles. "Dragons." His gaze goes the the gold necklace that she always wore. She motions to the vampire standing a few feet behind them. "Benny saved my ass."
Dean turns to the vampire. "Thanks for that."
"Dean, he can help us."
"Yeah, how's that?"
"A way out," Benny answers.
Dean scoffs. "Even a dental apocalypse like you knows there's no such thing."
"There is if you're human. God has made it so. At least, that's the rumor."
"Bullshit."
"Suit yourself. Maybe you've gone native. Maybe you like being man meat for every Tom, Dick, and Harry."
"Prove it."
"Nah. You're either in or you're out."
"So, you just want to guide us out of Purgatory out of the goodness of your undead heart?"
"More or less."
"What's in it for you?"
"He'll be hitchhiking with us," Addison tells him.
"What?"
"It's a human portal, jackass. Only humans can pass through. I show you the door, you hump my soul to the other side," Benny explains.
"So, you're looking for a soul train."
"Sure. If that's what you're into."
"And how do I know this isn't a set up? How do I know we ain't gonna end up like your friend over there?"
"He was my friend. Now you two are. First rule of Purgatory, kid. You can't trust nobody."
"You just asked me to trust you."
"You see? You're getting it now."
"Hmmm. First we find the angel."
"There's already a crowd, chief. Four's a bit much."
"Well, hey. Either you're in or you're out."
"The last time I saw Kevin was, like a year ago," Channing, a young Asian woman, tells the trio as they stand in her college dorm room. They had arrived in Centerville the night before. They were posing as FBI agents.
"When he disappeared," Sam questions.
"Mmhmm. He stole his mother's car because he thought he was on a mission from God or something," Channing tells them. "It was crazy."
"Shut up," Channing's roommate exclaims. "My friend Adam, who got addicted to Adderall but got a perfects on his SATs so it was totally worth it, same thing."
"Shut up!"
"Serious. Mission from God."
Sam clears his throat. "Look, Channing, we know Kevin was here."
"No, he wasn't."
"And we understand if you're trying to protect him. But nobody can protect Kevin better than we can."
"I hate Kevin. I wouldn't protect him."
Dean frowns. "I thought you two had a thing."
"Yeah, when he was going to Princeton."
"Wow. Just like that."
"Mhmmm."
Addison shoots the girls a smile. "Thank you for your time," she tells them, then walks out of the dorm room.
"So, why would Kevin come sniffing around here if not to see her," Dean asks as the trio walks out of the dorm building.
"No idea. Maybe we should split up, ask around, see if anybody's seen him," Sam suggests.
"Yeah, Asian kid, yea high," Dean begins, holding a hand up to his shoulder. "At a university. That should be easy."
"Don't judge us," Dean says, sitting down at the table that Sam was sitting at. His and Addison's search of the campus had turned up empty handed. "We got bubkis."
A waitress walks up and sets a tray filled a burger, fries, and a three cups on it. "Ah, thank you," Sam tells her. He grabs one of the cups, then pushes the tray towards Dean.
"Sweet mother of God. It's for me," Dean asks, a hopeful look on his face.
Sam nods. "Well, the chocolate milkshake is for Ads. Where is she?"
"Bathroom," Dean tells him. He takes a bite of the burger and closes his eyes in ecstasy.
"Check this out. So, I went through campus security archives around the time Kevin should have been here. Anyone look familiar?" Sam turns his laptop around and rolls his eyes on the look on his older brother's face. "Dude. It's a burger."
There was security footage showing Kevin, disguised only by wearing a baseball cap, on campus. "It's a treasure. All right, so, what, Kevin comes all the way to campus and doesn't see his girlfriend?"
"I don't know, but I went to the computer lab and found the computer he was on."
"And?"
"And I found the website he was visiting, found his account username, hacked in to the website, found when else this username logged in, and then I reverse tracked the IP address back to the original user, Kevin, who has apparently been using the same wireless router for the past two months."
"That is spectacular work. Any chance I can get that in English?"
"Yeah. I think he's in Iowa," Sam answers, bringing up a map program. "At a coffee shop." Dean nods in agreement and turns his attention to his burger. Sam closes his laptop and glances around the outdoor seating area. Students milled around. "Should we check on Ads? I think I'll go check on her."
Dean swallows his bite and looks at his younger brother. "You need to give her space, Sam." The younger Winchester sighs, knowing that Dean was right. Addison would talk to him in her own time.
Addison pulls her hair into a messy bun as she climbs out of the Impala. She looks up at the old church with a look of disbelief. She looks over at Dean and finds that he's feeling as she was. "A church," Dean asks, looking at his younger brother. "You sure this right?"
"Barista at the coffee shop swears he's seen Kevin ducking in here for the past few months," Sam replies, pulling on the door. He knocks on the door. "Kevin. It's Sam and Dean Winchester and Addison Sloan. Open up."
Nothing happens. Dean kneels down in front of the door and pulls out his lock picking kit. After he picks it, the trio enters the church and are immediately spread with something. "Stop," Dean snaps. "Stop! Not leviathans. It's us."
Kevin lowers his super soaker. "What the hell happened you guys?"
"Cliff notes," Dean asks, wiping the cleaning solution off his face. "Ads and I went to Purgatory. Sam hit a dog."
"For real? You want some towels?"
"Please," Addison replies, wiping her face. They follow Kevin towards the back of the church, taking in all the different symbols painted on the walls. "Kevin, you taught this stuff?"
"I guess…God."
"God taught you how to trap demons," Sam disbelievingly asks.
"Technically, yeah."
"Wait, wait, hold on. Crowley kidnapped you. I saw that. But then you left a message saying you escaped. How?"
Kevin tells them about how he learned the spell from a tablet and was able to escape. "Wait," Dean begins after he's finished. "There's another tablet? So, another Word of God."
Kevin nods. "Yes."
"How man Words of God are there?"
"I just became a Prophet, like, a year ago."
"Did this tablet have a name," Addison questions.
"Demons."
"What about demons," Dean asks.
"As far as I could tell…everything."
Kevin continues his story, telling them about what else he had read on the demon tablet. "What about Hell Gates," Sam asks.
"There's one in Wisconsin. The tablet told me how to open it. There were ingredients for a spell," Kevin says. He continues his story of working a spell and Crowley going to check out a field in Wisconsin.
"You showed the King of Hell how to open a Hell Gate? So that all the demons in Hell could come out all at the same time," Dean angrily asks. Addison puts a hand on his arm.
"What? No." Kevin smiles. "I told Crowley I was opening a Hell Gate, but I was reading from another chapter- how to destroy demons."
Dean chuckles. "You son of a bitch."
"Kevin, where's the tablet now," Addison asks.
"Safe," Kevin answers.
"Safe where?"
"Hey. As long as it's safe, okay," Dean says, defending Kevin. "Were you able to read anything else off the tablet before you stashed it?"
Kevin smirks. "Only the stuff about closing the gates of Hell. Forever."
"Come again?"
"Banish all demons off the face of the Earth, lock them away forever. That could be important, right?"
"Closing the gates of Hell forever? Yeah. Yeah, that could be important." Dean looks between Sam and Addison. "Give us a minute." The trio walks outside and Dean closes the door. "Okay, if this kid is right, he's sitting on a bombshell. Hell, he is the bombshell." Sam looks away. "What?"
"That. I mean, there's no way that Kevin's getting out of this intact, is there," Sam asks, looking between them.
"He seems to be doing pretty on his on so far," Addison replies.
"Yeah, he got, Ads."
"And now he's in it," Dean says. "Whether he likes it or not."
Sam scoffs. "So, free will, that's only for you?"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Sam, we have an opportunity to wipe the slate clean. We take Kevin to the tablet, he tells us the spell, we send every demon back to hell - forever. Every single bastard that destroyed our lives, killed our mother, killed Ads' mom, killed Jess. And you're not sure?" Sam shakes his head and heads back inside the church. Dean notices Addison had a hand pressed against her side. He moves closer to her. "Everything okay?"
"Just sore," Addison softly answers. She shoots him a smile. "I'm fine." He pulls her against his chest and she closes her eyes. "We have a chance to close the gates of hell forever, Dean. We have to take it. If we succeed, then we could have a normal life." She leans up and presses her lips against his.
Addison blinks back the tears as Dean cleans off the blood from the wound on her right side. Benny was scouting the area, through they both knew that the smell of blood was too strong for him. Four long deep gashes ran diagonally, starting on her right side and going underneath her breast before stopping. His silence spoke volumes. She watches as he rinses off the blood from the makeshift bandage she had made from her shirt. He goes to start cleaning the wound more throughly, but she grabs his wrist. "Dean," she softly begins. The tears make their way out. "Dean, stop. We both know that I'm—"
"You're getting out of here alive, Addison," Dean angrily interrupts. He doesn't look at her as he sets to work on cleaning the wound. "You, me, and Cas are getting out of here."
"I'm just going to slow you down. You and Benny are going to have to waste more time fighting off the vampires that smell my blood. I'm as good as dead—"
"Damnit, Ads!" He stands up and throws the bandage down on the ground. She watches as he runs a hand over his face. "That year I spent with Lisa and Ben, I was out of my fucking mind with grief. Sam was gone and I didn't know what to do. So I stayed. I kept my promise to Sam. I went to fucking little league games, worked a regular job, did holidays. And the whole fucking time I was out of my mind with grief, I was so fucking pissed off at you for leaving in the middle of the goddamn night!
"I thought about going to look for you. I really did. But then I would get pissed once I remember that all you left was a fucking note. That's why I didn't fucking look for you. And when I saw you with fucking Sam in the Campbell compound, I didn't know whether I wanted to hug you or hit you. After we started hunting together again, I remembered that part of the reason I was so fucking miserable is because you weren't there, Ads. So, you are getting out of here alive. Because we are going to get home and finally do this right."
Addison wipes away her tears. "Okay."
Dean blinks. "I bare my soul to you and say all the shit I've been holding in for the past three years and all you can say is 'okay?'"
"The agonizing pain is keeping me from standing up and kissing you." Dean kneels down and pulls her into a soft kiss. Their lips move together in a familiar sync. His hand cups the back of her head, being mindful of the cuts along her back and side. She pulls back and rests her forehead against his. She reaches up and gently runs a thumb across his cheek. "I love you."
"I know." He presses a quick kiss to her lips, then grabs the rag and sets in on cleaning her wounds. "Promise me something."
"If it's that thing you keep trying to talk me into, then I make no promises."
Dean pauses. "No, it's not that. But we'll talk about that when we get home. Promise me that you won't ever dye your hair fucking blonde again." Addison laughs.
Kevin walks back into the main room of the church. Sam and Dean were sitting in different pews, not talking to each other. Addison was pressed against Dean's side, his arm around her shoulders, asleep. The building starts to shake and Addison sets up. "We got company," Dean says, standing up. "Sam. Ads." He holds out a couple of knives and they each take one. Dean grabs his makeshift weapon from Purgatory.
Sam eyes the weapon. "What the hell is that?"
"It's Purgatory."
The doors fly open and two demons enter the church. "Dean Winchester and Addison Sloan. Back from Purgatory," one of the demons greets.
"Spanky the demon," Dean replies. "Yeah, we heard about you. You're the one who uses too much teeth, right?"
The demons rush at them. Addison moves back to protect Kevin. The prophet fires holy water one of the demons using the super soaker. "I don't know how we didn't think of that," she mutters.
"Ads," Sam shouts.
Addison turns to see Sam holding out the demon killing knife. She grabs it from and runs over to where Dean was battling a demon. She slams the knife in the back of the demon's throat, killing it.
"Hello, boys, Ads." They turn to see Crowley standing in the doorway with Channing by his side. "Dean, Addison, you're looking…well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you two any favors. Where's your angel?"
"Ask your mother," Dean snaps.
"There's that grade school zip. Missed it. I really did," Crowley tells him. He turns to Sam. "Moose. Still with the pork chops. I admire that."
"Let Channing go," Kevin demands.
"Kevin, that's not Channing," Addison tells him. "Not anymore."
"What an awful thing to say to the boy. Of course it's Channing. Kev, last time we danced, you stole my tablet and killed my men. Tell you what. Come with me now, bygones. And I'll let the girl go back to…what-the-point u."
"He's lying," Dean says. "You won't get Channing back. She's probably dead already."
"Well you please stop saying that? Let the girl speak."
Crowley snaps his fingers. "Kevin," Channing asks, fear in her voice.
"Channing," Kevin disbelievingly asks.
"What's going on?"
"There's a demon in you and you're going to your safety school."
"What?!"
"But it's gonna be okay."
"I - I - I - I just - I can't," Crowley says, smirking.
"No, no, wait," Kevin begs. Crowley snaps his fingers and Channing's posture changes. Her eyes go black. Kevin sighs. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Kevin," Addison softly says.
"Myself for the girl. But this ends. All right? No fighter, no nothing. It ends."
Dean exchanges a look with Addison and Sam. "Can't you let you do that, buddy."
"Or what? You'll me." Kevin turns to Crowley. "I'll grab my stuff." He walks to the back room of the church.
"Chin up, gentlemen," Crowley says, turning to the trio. "I'm a professional."
Dean glares at the King of Hell. "This ain't over by a long shot, Crowley."
"Really, Dean, who writes your stuff? A marshmallow? Come on, Kevin. Chop, chop." Silence. "Kevin?" Crowley takes a step in the direction that Kevin went. Dean raises the demon killing knife he had gotten from Addison. The demon snaps his finger and the knife glows red. Dean drops it. "Ready, boys?" They don't try to stop the demons as they head to where Kevin was. "Kevin!" Addison picks up the knife. Crowley opens the door. "Kevin."
Kevin pulls a cord and buckets filled with holy water pour on the demons causing them to scream out in pain. "Sam, Dean, Addison, run!" The trio and Kevin run out of the church and to where the Impala was parked. As they drive away, the see black smoke fly out of Channing's mouth. Crowley makes a motion with his hand and Channing's neck snaps. She fall to the ground. Dead. Kevin screams out her name.
Addison winces as she pulls off her tank top. Blood had seeped through the bandages on her right side. Since leaving the church, she had been in pain. Adrenaline had helped her not notice it earlier. She turns to look at her back and finds those bandages covered in blood. "Shit," she mutters. Slowly and carefully, she peels off the bandages on her right side. Dean's stitches had torn in a few places, but most of them held up.
She rips open the package of gauze and presses them against her side. There's a pounding on the door. "Ads," Dean calls and Addison lets out a relived breath. Hand pressed against her side, she walks over to the door and opens the door to let him in. His gaze goes right to where her hand was. "Shit." Addison leans against the dirty sink as Dean silently cleans up the wound. "You need to start taking it easy."
"I know," Addison whispers.
When he finishes, Dean runs a gently hand over her back. The jagged cut on her neck was mostly healed. "I talked to Benny."
"Is he doing okay?"
"Seems to be." His gaze meets hers in the mirror. "I told him not contact us unless it was an emergency."
"That's probably for the best."
Addison sighs as she leans against the tree. Vampires had been on their trail for hours. And they were no closer to finding Castiel. "Hey." She looks up and finds Dean standing in front of her. He cups her face and gently wipes away a tear. "You're getting out of here. I don't care what it takes, but you are. We both are."
"They're not gonna stop, Dean," Addison whispers. "I'm just slowing you down."
A throat clears and they turn to see Benny standing a few feet away from them. "I have a solution," the vampire says.
"And you're just no telling us this now," Dean angrily demands.
"It's a last resort solution. Vampires won't mess with another vampire's meal."
Dean tenses. "No. Not happening."
Addison looks between Benny and Dean. She bites her lip. "Dean—"
"No."
"It's the only way." She squeezes Dean's hand, then walks over to Benny. "It's the only way. Right?"
"It is, sweetheart." Addison pulls her hair out of the way, baring her neck. She closes her eyes. Her breath hitches when Benny presses against her. "Relax," the vampire whispers. His hand slides under her tank top and gently massages her uninjured side. She can feel his breath on her lips. His fangs slide out. Addison lets out a cry of pain as he sinks his fangs into her neck. Her nails dig into his bicep as he drinks her blood. Then he's pulling back. Blood trails down her neck and the valley of breasts. He licks up the blood, tongue trailing over the top of her breasts.
"You drank her blood," Dean snaps, walking over to them. "You can't get to second base." He had ripped off a piece of his outer shirt and ties it around her neck.
"I was just cleaning up, boss."