Chapter 01 - The Magnificent Seven

Sam glances up from the book he was looking through to see Dean in the motel window. He nods and smiles at his older brother, who gives him a thumbs up and closes the curtains. He glances in the backseat where Addison was stretched out in the backseat, looking through a book. She snaps the book shut and sits up. "I say we go get a drink," Addison says, leaning on the front seat.

Sam sighs and turns his attention back to the book in his lap. "Look, Ads—"

"We have a year to find a way to save him, Sam," Addison replies, climbing over the seat. "If we go find some crappy bar somewhere and have a couple of drinks, Dean will still be here."

"Why did you kiss me?"

"I was happy that you were alive."

"And what about that time before you knew that Meg was possessing me? When you kissed back?" Addison opens the driver's side door and starts to climb out of the Impala, but Sam grabs her arm and tugs her across the seat. She raises an eyebrow, waiting. His hand goes to the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss. She freezes for a second, then presses closer to him.

Addison pulls back, panting. "So, uh, yeah."

Sam's caught off guard when Addison shoves the book off his lap and presses her lips against his. His hand settles on her hip while the other holds the back of her head. Her hands slip under his shirt. Suddenly, his cell phone rings and Sam reluctantly pulls back. As he digs out his phone, Addison's lips trail down his neck. Bobby's name flashes on the screen and he presses the speaker phone button. "Hey, Bobby," he greets as Addison pulls back.

"Hey, Sam," Bobby replies. "What're you doing?"

"Same old, same old."

"You buried in that book again?"

"Of course he is," Addison answers.

"Sam, you want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby," Sam asks.

"Kid, I wish I knew. So, where's your brother?"

"Polling the electorate."

"What?"

"Dean's inserting rod A into slot A," Addison clarifies. Sam stares at her. "What? It's what he's doing."

Bobby awkwardly clears his throat. "Well, you three better pack it up. I think I finally found something. Meet me outside Lincoln. There's crop failure and cicadas."

Bobby hangs up. Addison looks at the time on Sam's phone. "I think we should wait at least an hour," she tells him.

"We need to get going, Ads," Sam argues.

Addison shakes her head. "Trust me when I say we should wait." Sam sighs and opens the passenger door. Addison shrugs and climbs off his lap before he gets out of the Impala. She leans back and watches as he walks to the motel room. By the time Sam gets back to the Impala, she's hysterically laughing.

Addison glares at Dean as the Impala roughly drives over bumps on the road. The music was loud. Sam still had a disturbed look on his face and Addison had no shame in being right. He turns down the music. "Let me see your knife," Sam says.

"What for," Dean asks, grinning.

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

Dean laughs. "It was a beautiful, natural act, Sam."

Addison leans forward. "I told you to wait, Sam."

Sam glares at her, then turns back around. "It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean."

"Hey, I appreciate you guys giving me a little quality time with the Doublemint twins," Dean says.

Addison rolls her eyes, leaning back in the seat. "Yeah, no problem," Sam tells him.

"Really? Well, I've gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh or something from you. Ads had the eye roll."

"No, no. You deserve to have a little fun."

"Well, I'm in violent agreement with you there," Dean chuckles. "What's Bobby got?"

"Not a lot," Addison says, leaning forward once more. "A crop failure and cicada swarm outside of Lincoln. So, it could be demonic omens."

Dean shrugs. "Or could just be a bad crop and a bug problem."

"Yeah, but it's our only lead," Sam argues.

"Any freaky deaths?"

"Not that Bobby could find," Addison replies.

"It's weird. I mean, the night the Devil's Gate opened, all these weirdo storm clouds were sighted over how many cities?"

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen. You think it would be Apocalypse Now, but it's been five days and bubkis." Sam and Addison stare at Dean. Addison shakes her head and looks out the window. "What are the demons waiting for?"

"Beats me," Sam tells him.

"It's driving me crazy. I tell you, if it's gonna be war, I wish it would just start already."

"I don't know, man. Be careful what you wish for."

Sam's gaze travels over the curves of Addison's body as she stretches. She glances at him and he looks away. The kiss she had planted on him kept replaying in his mind. He looks back at her to find a light blush on her face. "Hear those cicadas?"

"Uh huh," Addison replies, avoiding his gaze.

"That can't be a good sign," Dean says, then takes another bite of his burger.

"No. No, it can't," Sam agrees.

"So, we're eating bacon cheeseburgers for breakfast, are we," Bobby greets, walking over to them.

"Well, I sold my soul. Got a year to live," Dean replies. "I ain't sweating the cholesterol."

"Think this might be a Biblical plague," Addison asks.

Bobby shrugs. "Well, let's find out. Looks like the swarm's ground zero."

They walk up to the front door of the house. Dean bangs on the door. "Candygram!" After no answer, Dean picks the lock and opens the door.

As they enter the house, guns drawn, an awful smell greets them. "Oh my God," Addison gasps. "What is that?"

"Whatever it is can't be a good sign."

They split up with Bobby and Addison going one way while Dean and Sam go another way. Addison hears screaming coming from a room. She nods to Bobby and he opens the door. They enter the room. She covers her face as more of the horrible smell reaches them. Dean and Sam were already there. The screams were coming from a TV. Three people were sitting on the couch and had obviously been sitting there for a long time. "Bobby, what the hell happened here," Sam asks.

"I don't know," Bobby confesses.

"Check for sulfur," Dean orders. They start looking for any signs that a demon had been there. A noise comes from outside. Dean motions to it and walks out of the room. As a loud thud comes from outside, Bobby walks out.

"Sam, I say we get the hell out of here," Addison whispers. "Cause I'm about two seconds away from puking."

Sam nods in agreement. He goes to grab her hand, but she moves away from him. He frowns in confusion as they walk outside. Dean was lying on the ground, bleeding from a cut on his forehead. Bobby was talking to an African-American couple. "Sam, Addison," Bobby says. "This is Tamara and Isaac." Addison and Sam smile at them.

"Still bleeding here," Dean pitifully says.

Addison smiles as she and Sam watch Isaac and Tamara interact. A happily married couple that were also hunters was an extremely rare thing. Sam had his hand on Addison's leg, something that neither of them really noticed. Dean was off talking to someone while Bobby was doing research. "Honey," Isaac calls out. "Where's the Palo Santo?"

Tamara sighs. "Well, where'd you leave it?"

"I don't know, dear. That's why I'm asking."

"What's Palo Santo," Addison asks.

"It's holy wood from Peru," Tamara explains. "It's toxic to demons like holy water. Keeps the bastards nailed down while you're exorcising them."

Tamara searches a bag and takes out a large wooded stake. She holds it out to Isaac with a loving smile. "Thank you, dear," Isaac replies.

"You'd lose your head if it wasn't for me."

"So, how long you two been married," Sam asks.

"Eight years this June."

"The family that slays together..." Isaac explains.

"Right. We're with you there. So, how'd you get started," Sam asks. Addison stares at him with a disbelieving look on her face. An awkward silence had settled over them. "Oh, you know...I'm sorry. It's not — that's none of my business."

"It's...it's all right," Tamara says. It was clear that whatever the reason for them hunting was deeply personal and still affected them.

"Well, Jenny, if you look as pretty as you sound, then I'd love to have an appletini," Dean says, entering the kitchen. "Yeah. Call you." He hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket. "That was the coroner's tech.

"What'd you learn," Addison asks. "Besides her name and number."

Dean grins. "Get this — that whole family, cause of death? Dehydration and starvation. There's no signs of restraint, no violence, no struggle. They just sat down and never got up."

"So, what? They just decided to sit down and not to eat?"

"What is this," Sam asks. "A demon attack?"

"If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw," Bobby says, walking into the kitchen. "And I've seen plenty."

"Well, what now? What should we do," Dean asks. Addison shrugs.

"Uh, we're not gonna do anything," Isaac corrects.

"What do you mean," Sam questions.

"You guys seem nice enough, but this ain't Scooby-Doo and we don't play well with others."

"It'd be a lot better if we worked together on this," Addison says. "We'll cover more ground."

"No offense, but we're not teaming with the damn fools who let the Devil's Gate get opened in the first place."

"No offense," Dean repeats, stepping forward.

"Isaac," Tamara scolds. "Like you've never made a mistake."

"Oh yeah, yeah," Isaac replies. "Locked my keys in the car, turned my laundry pink. Never brought on the end of the world through."

"Alright," Dean angrily says, moving towards Isaac. Addison stands up, ready to pull Dean away if she needed to.

"Guys, this isn't helping. Dean—" Sam begins.

"Look, there are couple hundred more demons out there now," Isaac argues. "We don't know where they are, when they'll strike. There ain't enough hunters in the world to handle something like this. You brought war down on us — on all of us."

Tamara grabs Isaac's arm and pulls him out of the room. "Okay. That's quite enough testosterone for now." Dean stands there for a moment, then walks out of the room. Addison sighs and leans against Sam.

"You know," Addison begins as she and Sam walk down the street to meet up with Dean. It was a small town with plenty of boutiques along Main Street. "You tried to hold my hand yesterday." Sam shoots her a look. "You did. And don't deny it."

"You wouldn't let me," Sam replies.

Addison sighs. "Look, Sam, it was just a few kisses. It meant nothing. And we're gonna act like it didn't happen."

They arrive at the crime scene where a woman had attacked and killed another woman over a pair of shoes. Addison rolls her eyes as they enter the store and find Dean flirting with a woman. "Dean, what are you doing," Sam asks, as the woman walks away.

"I'm comforting the bereaved," Dean answers. "What are you doing?"

"Working. Dead body, possible demon attack — that kind of stuff."

Dean fake coughs. "Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't have much time left and...got to make every second count."

An apologetic look crosses Sam's face. "Yeah, right. Alright. Sorry."

Dean grins. "Apology accepted."

Addison shakes her head. Dean's new found excuse for everything was beginning to grow old. He whistles and she turns to see Bobby. Gone was the usual trucker cap and replaced with slicked back hair along with a suit. "Playing Fed," she amusedly asks.

"Attorney for the D.A.'s office," Bobby corrects. "I just spoke to the suspect."

"Yeah? So, what do you think? Is she possessed or what," Sam asks.

"Don't think so. There's none of the usual signs — no blackouts, no loss of control. Totally lucid. Just...she really wanted those shoes. Spilled a glass of holy water on her just to be sure; nothing."

"Maybe she's just some random whack job," Den comments.

"If it had been an isolated incident, maybe, but first the family, now this? I believe in a lot of things. Coincidence ain't one of them. Did you three find anything around here?"

"Nope. Not even an bit of sulfur," Addison says.

"Well, maybe something," Dean says, nodding. They turn and see a security in the corner. "See? I'm working."

Addison scoffs. "Yeah, right."

Addison sighs and leans against the window. Staking out a bar with Bobby and Dean wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. But it did give her a chance to reflect on her changing relationship with Sam. From them making out in the Impala to him holding her hand earlier that day. And while she enjoyed it, it had left her confused about their relationship. She wasn't going to deny that she was worried about Dean's reaction, especially since she didn't know where they stood anymore. "What time is it," Bobby asks, snapping Addison out of her thoughts.

"Seven past midnight," Dean answers, from his position in the front seat.

"You sure this is the right place?"

"No. But me and Ads spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and supposedly, he drinks at this stupid bar."

A loud pounding comes from the window and they jump. They see Sam, standing there and grinning at them. Sam opens the door and climbs into the backseat. Addison smacks his arm. "That was't funny."

Sam apologetically smiles at her. "Yeah. Uh, alright so — so, John Doe's name is Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park, just west of Chicago. Went missing about a week ago."

"The night the Devil's Gate opened," Dean asks.

"Yeah."

"Think he might be possessed," Addison asks.

"It's a good bet. So, what, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go stark raving psycho?"

"Those demons that got out at the gate," Bobby begins. "They're gonna do all kinds of things we haven't seen."

"You mean the demons we let out?"

"We didn't let the demons out, Sam," Addison argues. "We did what we could to get—"

"Guys," Dean says, motioning to where a man was getting out of a car. "All right. Showtime."

Bobby stops him from opening the door. "Wait a minute."

"What?"

"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know for sure."

"Oh, so he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?"

"We're no good dead!" Sam elbows Addison and she looks at him. "And we're not gonna make a move until we know what the score is."

Seeing, Isaac and Tamara walking towards the bar causes Addison to groan. "Um, yeah, Bobby, that's not really an option anymore," she says.

"Why not?"

Sam nods in the direction of Tamara and Isaac. Bobby slaps a hand against the steering wheel. "Damn it!"

Bobby and Dean jump out of the car and run up to the door. Addison and Sam watch as they to get the door open, but are unsuccessful. They run back over to them. Bobby starts the car as Dean opens the trunk. He climbs back in and hands jugs of holy water to Sam and Addison. Addison grabs Sam's arm as Bobby drives through the doors of the bar.

Demons were standing around, laughing. Tamara was crying for Isaac who was laying on the floor. The four of them climb out of the car and begin throwing holy water on the demons. Once Sam has Tamara in the backseat of the car, Addison and Bobby climb in. Dean, through, fights the demon they had followed to the bar.

"Dean, get in the fucking car," Addison shouts at him, leaning out of the car. Sam wraps his arm around her waist and pulls Addison back into the car. Dean shoves the demon into the trunk and slam's it shut before climbing into the front seat.

"And I say we're going back," Tamara angrily shouts. She takes a couple of steps towards Addison. Sam and Dean were a standing a few feet away. Bobby was off in a different room, doing research. "Now!"

"We can't," Addison replies. Patience is a virtue and Addison was doing everything to keep from yelling.

"I left my husband bloody on the floor!"

"I understand that, Tamara, but it's too dangerous to go back."

"Fine. Then you stay. But Im heading back to that bar."

Dean steps forward. "I'll go with her."

"It's suicide, Dean," Sam argues, moving to stand next to Addison.

Dean shrugs. "So, what? I'm dead already!"

"How you gonna kill 'em? You can't shoot 'em. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised!"

"I don't care!"

"We don't even know how many of them there are!"

"Yeah, we do," Bobby says, walking into the room carrying a large book. "There's seven. Do you have any idea who we're up against?"

"No. Who," Dean questions.

Realization hits Addison like a ton of bricks. She looks at Bobby with a disbelieving look. "Seven deadly sins," she asks. Bobby nods. "Great."

"What's in the box?" Everyone looks at Dean. "Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?" Bobby shoves the book at him. "What's this?"

"Binsfeld's Classification of Demons. In 1589, Binsfeld id'd the seven sins — not just as human vice but as actual devils," Bobby explains to him.

"The family — they were touched by Sloth. And the shopper..." Sam starts.

"Was Envy," Addison says. "The one we got is Envy."

"I couldn't suss it out at first, until Isaac," Bobby says. "He was touched with an awful Gluttony."

"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops! I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them," Tamara shouts.

"We already did it your way. You burst in there half cocked and look what happened! These demons haven't been topside in half a millennium! We're talking medieval, dark ages! We've never faced anything close to this! So, we are gonna take a breath...And figure out what our next move is," Bobby says, yelling the last part. Dean, Sam, and Addison exchange looks. None of them had ever heard Bobby yell at anybody before. Bobby takes a deep breath. "I am sorry for your loss."

Bobby walks away, leaving the four of them standing there, awkwardly. Addison turns and leaves the room. Envy was tied to a chair and sitting in the middle of a devil's trap. "So, you know who I am, huh," he amusedly asks.

"Hate to break it to you," Addison says. "We're not really impressed."

Sam enters the room with Dean. "Why are you here," Sam asks. "What are you after?"

Envy remains silent. "He asked you a question. What do you want," Den coldly tells him.

Envy laughs and Dean splashes holy water on him. "We already have what we want," Envy finally answers.

"Whats that?"

"We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. I am legion, for we are many. So me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

"Fun," Addison repeats.

"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet. Others golf. Me? I like to see people's insides...on their outside."

"I'm gonna put you down like a dog," Tamara coldly says. None of them had heard her enter the room.

"Please," Envy laughs. "You really think you're better than me. Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you, Dean? You're practically a walking billboard of gluttony and lust. And Tamara. All that wrath. Ooh. It's the reason you and Isaac become hunters in the first place, isn't it? Its so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago." Tamara angrily slaps Envy. She goes in for another hit, but Bobby and Dean hold her back. Envy laughs. "My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want, but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals too. The others - they're coming for me."

"Maybe. But they're not gonna find you. Cause you'll be in hell. Someone send this clown packing," Dean orders, then walks out of the room.

"My pleasure," Tamara replies, picking up a small book.

Addison sends her a concerned glance, then follows the guys out of the room. "I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them," Bobby says.

"What does that mean," Sam asks.

"That the others are gonna come after us," Addison tells him.

Bobby nods in agreement. "And they're not gonna quit easy."

"You guys, why don't you take Tamara and head for the hills," Dean asks. "I'll stay back, slow them down, buy you a little time."

"You're insane, Dean," Sam says. "Just forget about it, okay?"

"Sam's right," Bobby says.

"There's six of them, guys. We're outmanned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn," Dean argues.

"Yeah, and if we run, Dean, they're still gonna find us," Addison counters.

"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, alright," Sam says.

Dean shrugs. He hated that idea. "Then let's not make it easy for them."

Suddenly, the house shakes and a gust of wind blows around them. Tamara walks into the room. "Demon's out of the guy."

"What about the guy," Addison asks.

Tamara glares at her. "He didn't make it."

Addison silently watches as Sam fills a flask up with holy water. Dean was across the room from them, loading a gun. The brothers silently watch each other for a second, then turn back to their respective tasks. Lights start flickering. Static comes on an old radio. Dean cocks his shotgun and stands up. "Here we go."

Someone from outside starts shouting. Addison joins Dean by the window. Isaac was standing outside the door. "Oh my God," she mutters.

"Poor bastard."

"Poor Tamara. Hearing that. Has to be awful." A hand is on her back. She looks to see Sam standing next to her.

They watch as Tamara runs out of the house and tackles the demon down the steps. "Show time," Dean says before walking out of the room.

Addison starts to move over to a corner in the room, but Sam grabs her arm. He draws her into a passionate kiss. And before she knows it, the kiss is over and Sam's next to her. There's no time to contemplate the kiss as the door bursts opens and a demon in a business suit walks in. "Here's Johnny," the demon sarcastically greets. Sam and Addison back to the edge of the devil's trap they had painted on the ceiling. The demon holds up a hand, stopping two more demons behind him. "Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?"

"Let me guess," Sam begins. "You're Pride."

Pride grins at them. He waves a hand towards the ceiling and it cracks, making the devil's trap useless. "The root of all sin. And you...are Sam Winchester. That's right. I've heard of you. We've all heard of you. The prodigy. The boy king. Looking at you now, I got to tell you, don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut rate, piss poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. And now with your yellow eyed friend dead, I guess I don't really have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season."

Pride smirks at Sam, then shoves Addison against the wall with a hand around her neck. The two other demons go after Sam. Addison claws at the hand around her neck. She kicks at the demon, trying to get him to let her go. Suddenly, a blonde woman appears in the room. One of the demons that was fighting Sam turns and is stabbed in the throat. A bright orange light comes from the wound and the demon falls to the ground dead.

The second demon that was fighting Sam punches the woman. Pride drops Addison to the ground and goes after the woman, but Sam grabs him and punches him. The woman slits the demon's throat, then stabs Pride in the back of the neck. Both of the demons fall to the ground, with orange sparks.

"Who the hell are you," Sam asks.

"I'm the girl that just saved your asses," she replies.

"Well, I just saved yours too."

The woman chuckles. "See you around, Sam."

The woman walks out of the room. "Wait," Sam shouts going after her. He goes back into the room as Addison slowly stands up. "Are you okay?"

Addison weakly smiles at him. "Yeah. I'm fine," she answers. "My pride, however, is wounded."

Despite the summer heat, Addison rubs her arms, trying to find some kind of comfort. Morning had arrived and everyone was somber from the fight. No one bothered Tamara as she built a hunter's pyre for Isaac. "Think she's gonna be alright," Sam asks, motioning over to Tamara.

"No," Addison softly answers.

Bobby joins them next to the pit. It had been dug for the people that didn't survive. Salt and lighter fluid had already been put in the grave. "Well, you look like hell warmed over," Dean comments.

"You try exorcising all night and see how you feel," Bobby retorts.

"Were there any survivors," Addison questions.

"Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy, they'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills head, but still..."

"That's more than you say for these poor bastards," Dean replies.

"Bobby, that knife — what kind of blade can kill a demon," Sam asks.

"Yesterday, I would have said there was no such thing," Bobby replies.

"I'm just gonna ask it again — who was that masked chick," Dean asks them. Sam and Addison had explained to Bobby and Dean about the woman that had showed up last night. "Actually, the more troubling question would be, 'how come a girl can fight better than you?'"

"Two demons, Dean," Sam says. "At once."

Dean shrugs. "Hey, whatever it take to get you through the night, pal."

"If the seven deadly sins got out, what else got out," Addison tiredly asks. It had been the questioning plaguing her all night. And she was the only one to voice that concern out loud. Dean lights a matchbook and tosses into the grave.

Addison yawns as she sits in the backseat of the Impala and pulls off her Converses. She was more than ready go to sleep as the Impala drove down the road. Sam was sitting in the front seat while Dean was leaning against the side. "See you around," Tamara tells them.

"Tamara," Bobby says, joining them. "The world just got a lot scarier. Be careful."

"You too," Tamara replies, then climbs into her truck and drives off.

Bobby turns to them. "Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same."

"You got it," Dean replies.

"Wait, Bobby," Sam says, standing up. "We can win this war, right?"

Bobby's silent for a moment. "Catch you on the next one."

They watch as Bobby gets in his car and leaves. "So, where to," Dean asks.

"Uh, I don't know," Sam replies. "I was thinking Louisiana maybe."

"Uh, Sam, Mardi Gras isn't until February," Addison says, causing Dean to smirk in agreement.

"Listen, I was talking to Tamara and she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your — with your demon deal."

"Nah," Dean says, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"'Nah'? What does that mean, 'nah?'"

"Sam, no hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase."

"We don't know that."

"Yes, we do. Forget it. She can't help. We're not going and that's that. What about Reno, huh?"

"You know what? I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you and...I don't care anymore."

Dean humorlessly chuckles. "That didn't last long."

"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean, and you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"

"It's not like that."

"Dean, what are you hiding," Addison asks. She had known him practically her entire life. And it was easy to see that he was keeping something from them. She knew that Sam could see it. "Dean, what are you keeping from us?"

"We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way? You die, Sam. Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If either of you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you."

"How could you make that deal, Dean," Sam sadly asks.

"Cause I couldn't live with you dead. Couldn't do it."

Addison stands up. Her bare feet on the gravel was uncomfortable, but she didn't car. "So, Sam gets to live and you die? Is that it?"

"That's the general idea, Ads."

Addison stares at him for a second, then slaps Dean. "You are such a hypocrite, Dean Winchester. Remember how you felt when you learned that John did the same thing to you? We were there. You were broken. So, you decide to do the same thing to Sam. To me. That makes you a selfish bastard."

"Yeah, you're right, Addison. I am a selfish bastard. But I'm okay with that."

"I'm not," Sam says, standing next to Addison.

"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."

"It's hellfire, Dean."

"Whatever. You're alive, I feel good — for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, guys. I'd like to make the most of it. So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?"

Addison shakes her head and climbs into the backseat. She was angry. At Dean for making the deal that he made. At the yellow eyed demon for causing the entire mess in the first place. And she was hurt. Hurt that Dean didn't care about her in the way that she cared about him; that he didn't see her and Sam as good enough reasons for wanting to live.