SuperPotter 3

Chapter 15 Time Is On My Side

A demon is strapped to a chair inside of a side room of an abandoned cabin. Holy water is thrown onto him. The demon screams and thrashes from side to side.

'You ready to talk?' Dean asks the demon.

'I don't know. I don't know anything!'

'Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything,'

Sam smirks. 'Yeah, I heard,'

'I'm telling you the truth,'

'Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you,' Dean forces holy water into the Demon's mouth. 'I'm gonna ask you one last time...who holds my contract?!'

The demon goes quiet, head hanging. When he looks up his eyes are black and he's smiling. 'Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over,'

Dean leans in close. 'I want a name. Or else...'

'Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a flea bite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared of is the demon holding your ticket,'

Dean stares at the Demon then looks at Sam, who nods and begins reciting an exorcism. 'How does that feel? Does that feel good?'

'Go ahead. Send me back to hell...Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet with Dean Winchester,'

'Should I?' Sam asks Dean.

'Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else,' Dean responds. Sam continues the exorcism. The Demon begins screaming.

Hermione was sitting in the main room of the cabin listening to the demon screaming. She didn't want to be in the room as they were torturing that demon. She would rather spend her time researching every demon known to man than be an intimidating object in the room. Sam walks into the room with his phone to his ear. Hermione looks up from her books and listens into the conversation.

'You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it? Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant,' Dean enters the room. 'Bury the body?' Sam asks as he hangs up the phone.

'Yeah. Looks like these demons ride them hard just for kicks,' Dean opens and chugs on a beer then crashes tiredly onto a couch. 'What was the phone call about?'

'Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?'

'"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?'

'The other thing,'

'The guy from the E.R.,' Hermione hints.

'Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach ripped out?'

'His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting,' Sam responds.

'What?'

'The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's,'

'Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it,'

'Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981,'

'Really. So, what are we talking about? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?'

'Maybe,'

'Zombies do like the other other white meat. Huh. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?'

'What do you mean?' Sam asks.

'Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?'

'Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favour,'

'Hey, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies,'

'Okay, fine, whatever,'

Sam, Dean and Hermione are in the coroner's lab listening to the coroner.

'Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing,' The coroner explains.

'Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any...ah...teeth marks?' Dean asks.

The coroner gives them an "are you insane look". 'Can I see your badges?'

'Of course, sure,' Sam responds as they show the coroner their badges.

'Fine. So, you're cops and morons,'

'Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart,' Dean responds.

'The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?'

'Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful,' Hermione puts a hand in front of her mouth to cover her smile. She didn't understand what it was these past days. At first she thought that Dean's jokes were silly and sometimes even annoying but for some reason these past days, even weeks she started to enjoy them.

'You done?' The coroner asks.

'I think so,'

'Please go away,'

'Okay,'

Sure,' Sam responds.

Sam is smiling when they walk through the hospital hallway.

'What?' Dean asks when he notices Sam's grin.

'Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?'

'Yeah, zombie with skills, "Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie",'

'What should we be looking for?' Hermione asks.

'Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft,'

Sam, Dean and Hermione are standing in one of the survivors' hospital room. Hermione has her notebook out again ready to take notes.

'I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore,' The patient tells them.

'It's just a couple of questions, sir,' Sam tries.

'Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired,'

'We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?' Dean asks.

'Will it get me back my kidney?'

'So what's the last thing you remember?' Hermione asks.

'Feeding my meter. I got jumped from behind...and then I woke up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank God. And then wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice,'

'Do you remember anything about the surgery—you know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?' Dean asks.

'Let me think about that. Yeah...one thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!' Hermione klicks her pen back in.

Sam, Dean and Hermione are sitting at the table in the motel room. Sam is using the laptop while Dean is happily eating a burger. Hermione would now and then takes a fry from his plate.

'So, I got a theory,' Sam starts.

'Yeah?' Dean asks looking up from his food.

'Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk,'

'That's weird,'

'Silk was used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. But it had some problems. As patients would get massive infections. The death rates were insane,' Hermione explains.

'Good times,'

'Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots,' Sam adds.

'Dude, we're eating,'

'It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots,'

'Dude, I'm eating! Alright, let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?'
'Yeah,'

'A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why is this all sounding familiar?'

'I doesn't for me,' Hermione points out as she takes another fry.

'Because you haven't heard it before. Dean did when he was a kid...from Dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandoned his practice and...'

'Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead,'

'Dead or—or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part,'

'Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought Dad hunted him down and took his heart out,'

'Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one,'

'All right, where's he doing the deed?'

'According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater,'

Dean takes another huge bite of his burger. 'Why?'

'Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and faecal matter,' Dean looks disgusted and lowers his burger, gagging slightly. 'Lost your appetite yet?'

Dean considers it, looking at the burger and then at Sam, then back at the burger. 'Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you,' He says to his burger. Dean takes a huge bite, staring at Sam as he chews. Hermione shakes her head before grabbing another fry.

Sam, Dean and Hermione lean over a map on the bed.

Sam points at the map where some areas are circled in red. 'So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years,'

'So what the hell are we waiting for?' Dean asks. His phone rings. He answers. 'Bobby,'

'Hey. Think I finally got a lead on Bela,' Bobby explains.

'I'm listening,'

'Rufus Turner,'

'Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?'

'He's a hunter, or he used to be,'

'And now?'

'Hermit mostly. Does a little selling on the side. Anyway, I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things,'

'And he thinks it's Bela?'

'British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler,'

'She's used that before. Well, it's kind of a sloppy move, isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends,'

'Friend? Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the Christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. Canaan, Vermont,'

'Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way,'

'One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue,'

'Okay,' Dean moves to Sam and Hermione 'Come on. We're going after Bela,'

'What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second,' Sam injects.

'Come on. Get your stuff. The clock is ticking,'

'Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case,'

'You insane?'

'Dean, there's no way she still has the Colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it,'

'Well, then I'll kill her. Win-Win,'

'Dean...'

'Sam. We're going!'

'No!'

'Why the hell not?'

'Dean, this, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you,'

'What? Chasing some Frankenstein?'

'Chasing immortality,' Dean stares at him, startled. Hermione had taken a seat at the table writing down in a little journal. 'Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you,'

'What are you talking about?'

'You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then...'

'Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Doc Benton from the jump?'

'No,' Dean stares at Sam, tilting his head in a question. 'Look, I was hoping,'

'So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?'

'I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here,'

'No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him,'

'I was just trying to help,'

'You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, Hermione dies. Guess what, living forever is welching,' Hermione looks at the boys not sure what she should do. They had been going at each other's throats for these couple days. The closer they got to Dean's deadline the worse it got. In a way they were both working towards the same goal but then again no of them would listen to each other. Hermione, well she was always in the middle. Either making her choose one of them or stand between them. She could understand their reasons but right now she just wanted it to stop. If only her plan would answer her. 

'Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, we'll take it too!'

'Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby's been saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot,'

'Even if you had the Colt, Dean, who are you gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket,'

'Well, I'll shoot the hellhounds then before they slash me up. Now, are you coming or not?'

'I'm staying here,' Sam responds quietly.

'No, you're not. Because I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak,'

'I won't be alone if Hermione decides to stay with me. Won't you Hermione?'

'I'm here for whoever needs me the most,' Hermione mutters, not looking up from her journal.

'No, I'm not gonna let you,'

'How are you gonna stop me?' Dean looks startled. 'Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here,'

'I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay,' Dean watches Sam but Sam continues to stare at the wall. Dean shrugs, puts his bag on his shoulder and heads over to open the door. Sam and Hermione don't move. Hermione does look up and gives Dean a reassuring smile. She gets up and walks over towards Dean.

'Please be careful Dean. Remember what happened last time we split up,'

'If I remember correctly you were stabbed in the shoulder,' Dean puts a hand on her shoulder. 'You can come with me. Both of you,'

'I know and given that I went with Sam the last time. But you know there is a killer out here who is stealing organs. It's a safer option that I stay behind here. I mean you can take Bela on your own right. Or can't you take a British lady,'

Dean smiles. 'Just be careful okay,' He looks past Hermione towards Sam. 'You too Sammy, be careful,'

Sam turns to face Dean. 'You too,' He responds quietly. They stare at each other for a long moment, then Dean reaches out and closes the door behind him. Sam lets out a huge sigh. 'Go with him,' He tells Hermione. Hermione turns towards him and frowns.

'What?' She asks.

'Go with him. I'll be fine on my own,'

Hermione moves closer towards Sam. 'What are you saying? There is a killer out there taking organs from people. I'm not leaving you alone here,'

'But you don't believe in it. You would rather go for the colt than for this. I know you Hermione. Don't stay behind because you feel like you need to prove something towards me. You are not picking sides besides last time you were with me,'

'Sam...'

'I could always send you a picture of the place when I go to kill him and you get apparate to it,' Sam raises his eyebrows. 'That way I won't be in danger and you are on both sides,'

Hermione crosses her arms and gives Sam a glaring stare. 'You know how about next time we don't split up anymore huh?' Sam chuckles. 'Or even better, how about next time it's one of you guys that has to choose instead of me,' Hermione grabs her jacket but before she gets out of the door she pulls Sam into an embrace. 'Promise me you're gonna send me that picture,'

'I promise,' Sam says as he holds up his pinky. Hermione locks her pinky around his.

'You know what happens when you break this promise right?'

Sam smiles. 'I'll never forget the last time I broke it,'

'Good,' Hermione smiles one last time at him before leaving the room.

Dean throws his bag into the trunk of the Impala. It was becoming a habit of him leaving the hunt alone to do something. He grabs one of the maps and lays it out. He had hoped that this time Hermione would have joined him. He could've sworn he had seen the same belief in her eyes as he had. Dean looks out at the map planning his route when he hears someone yell his name.

'Dean! Wait!' Hermione shouts over the parking lot as she rushes over towards him.

'Hermione, what are you doing here? You're supposed to stay with Sam,' Dean tells her as she reaches him.

'Sam said some things that were right and he made the promise to contact me when he would go after the doctor,'

'You sure?'

'Yeah. Or did you not want to get the Colt buddy?' Hermione asks as she throws her stuff onto the backseat.

Dean and Hermione climb the tall stairs onto the porch of a house. A handwritten sign says "No solicitors, that means you! No asking for donations. No selling ANYTHING!" Hermione reads the sign and looks over towards Dean who rings the buzzer. There was no answer so he started to bang on the security door. He hears a noise and looks up to see a security camera moving to train on them.

'What?' Rufus asks via the intercom.

'Hi, uh, Rufus?' Dean starts.

'Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?'

'Uh, I'm Dean Winchester and this is Hermione Granger. We're friends of Bobby Singer,'

'So?'

'You called him this morning,' Hermione responds.

'So?'

'Uh...' Dean tries to grin at the security camera. '...you told Bobby about a British chick who made contact with you,'

'And so?'

'You know where she is?'

'Yeah,'

'Great. Could you tell us where we could find her?'

'No,'

'Course not,' Dean says to himself and Hermione. 'Look, Rufus, man...' He says out loud.

Rufus opens the door. 'Look, let me point something out to you. You are knocking at my door, so don't "Look, man" me. I'm not your man,'

'I'm sorry, sir,'

'All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end,'

'Okay, yeah, if you could just tell me where she is, I mean, that would be great,'

'Dean Winchester, right?'

'Yeah,'

'Dean, do I look like I'm here to help you?'

'I'm gonna say no?'

'The get the hell of my property,'

'All right, yeah, fair enough. I have one more question for you, though. See, we got this, uh, this bottle of scotch, and uh, is this considered good?' Rufus eyes the bottle that was in Hermione's hands. He eyes them and starts to smile.

Dean, Rufus and Hermione sit at the table with glasses in front of them. The bottle is three quarters empty.

'Bottoms up,' Dean cheers as they clink their glasses together and take a gulp from their drinks.

'You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the Gods, I'm telling you,' Rufus explains as he swirls his drink around in his glass.

'Yeah, it's a nice change, you know. Most of our whiskey comes from a plastic jug,' The men both laugh. Hermione looks at them and takes another sip of her drink. 'So, Bela was here because...'

'She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up,'

'Where is she now?' Dean asks. Rufus watches Dean closely.

'Can I ask you something?'

'Sure,'

'You got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?'

'How do you know about that?' Dean asks.

Rufus leans forward. 'Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people,'

'Is that so?' Hermione asks.

'I know ain't no peashooter gonna save him,'
'What makes you so sure?' Dean asks.

'Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. Well all got it coming,'

'Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?'

'I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive,' Rufus smirks and raises his glass again. 'But you won't,'

Sam pulls over his rental car and turns off the engine. He checks his map again, making sure he was at the right place. He grabs his phone ready to send Hermione a picture but he stops himself. He didn't need her right now, he was just going to make sure it was the place when he would fight the doctor he would text her. Sam gets out of the car and starts walking into the forest.

'So, Bela...' Dean tries.

'Hotel Canaan. Room 39. But watch your back,' Rufus responds, he was slurling a little bit. Hermione wasn't surprised the bottle was almost empty.

'I think we can handle Bela,'

'Oh, don't be so sure about that. There are things that you don't know about her,'

'Oh, and you do? Right. Because you know things,'

'Yep,'

'And let me guess....you lift her fingerprint?'

'Yep,'

'And that got you jack,'

'Yep. She burnt them off. Probably years ago,'

'Yeah, so you're right where we are,'

'Nope,' Dean raises his eyebrows. 'You do her ear?'

'Sorry?'

'You do her ear?'

'Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know. That sounds uncomfortable,' Hermione shoots Dean a disgusting look. What he responded to with a shrug.

'Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints,'

'No kidding,'

'Of course, that doesn't fly in the courts over here, but in England, they're all over it. A friend of a friend...of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day. All I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera,'

'Right. One clean shot of her ear,'

Rufus hands Dean a folder. 'The so-called Bella Talbot,'

Bela enters her hotel room, she turns to close the door behind her. Dean pushes her back against the door. He lays his arm across her throat and points his gun at her face. Hermione stands behind Dean with a gun in her hands.

'Where's the Colt?'

'Dean,' Bela responds calmly. 'Hermione,'

'No extra words,'

'It's long gone, across the world by now,'

'You're lying,' He grabs her bag from her hand to look in it.

'I'll call the buyer. Speak Farsi?' Dean grabs her around the waist, pulling her against him. 'What the hell are you...' He quickly frisks her, finds her gun and holds it up to her.

'Don't flatter yourself,' Dean uses the point of his gun to snap on the room's lights, then points it at Bela again. 'Don't move,' Dean and Hermione begin to search the room, leaving Bela standing against the door.

'I told you I don't have it,'

'Oh yeah, we definitely gonna take your word for it,' Dean turns his back and continues rifling through Bela's drawers. Bela slides along the wall towards the door. A bullet goes through the door, inches from her head. Hermione looks up as she hears the gunshot. She glances over towards Dean fearing the worst but it was him who had shot the gun. 'Don't move,' He says to Bela who stood frozen in her spot. Dean and Hermione continue searching.

'It's gone. Get on a plane if you must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually,' Dean finishes searching and returns to Bela, taking a stance and pointing his gun at her head. Hermione notices Bela being distracted by Dean and mutters a simple accio colt but nothing happens. 'Are you going to kill me?'

'Oh, yeah,'

'You're not the cold-blooded type,'

'You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents,'

'I don't know what you're talking...'

'Yes, you do. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...oh, I'm sorry, Abby, inheriting millions,'

'How did you even...'

'Doesn't matter,'

'They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you,'

Dean pushes her roughly against the door with his arms across her throat again. A strand of woven herbs is dislodged from the ledge above the door but no one notices it. Dean stares at her for a long moment. 'You make me sick,'

'Likewise,' Dean takes a step back and again points his gun at her head, smirking. She stares back, then closes her eyes. Hermione looks over at Dean not sure if he was actually going to kill Bela. She moves closer towards him to stop him if necessary. Dean is distracted and looks up, spying the herbs hanging over the ledge. He looks back at her thinking. Hermione notices his shift of gaze and looks up. Bela opens her eyes as Dean drops the gun.

'You're not worth it,' Dean drags her aside and leaves with Hermione following him close by.

Dean is driving the Impala with Hermione next to him. He reaches down to grab his phone and starts to dial Sam's number.

'Don't be calling someone when you're driving,' Hermione says towards Dean. He hands her his phone.

'Fine you make the call. Put it on speaker,'

'Dean,' Sam responds as he answers the phone.

'Yeah,' Dean responds.

'Did you get the Colt?'

'What do you think?'

'So, does that mean Bela is, uh...'

'No, no, she deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't do it,'

'Dean...'

'I'm really screwed, Sammy,'

'No, you're just...'

'But you were right. Bela was a goose chase. The Colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam,'

'Maybe not. Look, Dean, I found Benton's cabin,'

'You okay? Was he there?'

'Yeah,'

'What?! Where was my text? Why didn't you text me,' Hermione asks. 'You know what happens when you break a promise,'

'I know but I didn't break the promise. I promised you that I would send a picture if I was going to kill him. But I didn't kill him,'

'What do you mean you didn't kill him?' Dean asks.

'Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula,'

'What, the live-forever formula?'

'Yeah,'

'Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?'

'No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but...'

'Wait, wait, wait. What are...what are you saying? You think...'

'Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you,'

Dean glances over towards Hermione who shrugs. She had never heard of something like this in her life. 'Okay, so, this formula...'

'Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get...' Suddenly Sam gets cut off and Hermione and Dean could hear a struggle over the phone before the call gets dropped.

'Sam? Sammy!'

'Dean you need to stop this car. I can apparate to the motel room...'

'And then what Hermione,'

Hermione stops and thinks for a moment. 'I...I...'

'Yeah you can't do anything. The best thing we can do right now is drive as hard as we can to the cabin. Like you said splitting up is never a good idea,' Hermione nods he was right the best thing they could was stay together and hope for the best.

Sam is strapped to an operating table inside of the cabin. His eyes are taped open.

'You can relax. It's all gonna be okay. Ain't nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about, Sammy. Your chances of coming out of this procedure alive? Very, very high,' Doctor Benton says to Sam.

'How do you know my name?'

'Oh... I know. You think I'm some kind of monster, don't you? Well, I got to tell you, I have never done one thing that I did not have to do. This whole eternal-life thing is very high-maintenance. If something goes bad, like my eyes here...you got to replace them. And sometimes things get damaged, like when your father cut out my heart. Now, that...that was very inconvenient. So, I'm sure that you can understand all the joy I felt when I read all about myself here in his journal. Kind of makes this whole thing just feel like some kind of family reunion, doesn't it? Well, I guess it's about time that we get this thing started,' Doctor Benton brings his scoop very close to Sam's eye. Three shots ring out, shooting Doctor Benton from behind. He turns around and sees Dean and Hermione. Dean was the one who had unleashed the shots on the doctor. 'Shoot all you want,' He approaches and Dean lets loose two more bullets. Doctor Benton throws Dean into the wall and he falls to the ground. Hermione slips past the doctor towards Sam. As the doctor approaches Dean again, leaning down. Dean plunges the knife into Doctor Benton's chest. He starts to laugh. 'A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one,'

'Good. It should be pumping nice and strong...' Dean holds up a bottle of chloroform. 'Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it,' Doctor Benton collapses.

The doctor awakes strapped to the operating table. Sam, Dean and Hermione stand over him.

'Oh, hiya, Doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y,' Dean signs.

'Please,'

'Please what? You've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request? Shut up,'

'No, you don't understand. I can help you. I know what you need,'

'We might have to cut him up into little bits. You know, this immortality thing is a bitch,'

'I can read the formula for you. You know...immortality...forever young, never die,'

'Dean,' Sam starts.

'Sam,' Sam walks out of the room, indicating Dean and Hermione should follow. 'What?'

'I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks. Or needing a new pancreas in like half a century,'

'Yeah, well, you can't exactly get those at a Kwik-E-Mart,'

'It's not perfect, but it...but it buys us more time to think of something better. We just need time, Dean. I mean, please, just...just think about it,'

'No,'

'Dean, don't you want to live?'

'What he is isn't living. Look, this is simple,'

'Simple?'

'To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human,' Dean walks back to stand in front of Doctor Benton. 'See, what the Doc is is a freaking monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell,'

'You don't understand. I can help you!' The doctor calls out.

'Hermione...' Sam tries as he looks over towards her. She had crossed her arms.

Hermione looks over towards the doctor and back towards Dean. 'Dean is right. This is not the answer. Immortality always comes with a price and it makes you more inhumane the longer it goes on,'

Dean covers a rag with more chloroform and places it over Doctor Benton's mouth. 'Now, I'm gonna take care of him. You can either help me or not. It's up to you,'

Sam, Dean and Hermione stand next to a hole in the ground. Inside the hole was a refrigerator with the Doctor's book on top of it.

'No! No! Don't! Stop it! I can help you! No!' The doctor shouts.

'Enjoy forever in there, Doc,' Dean responds. Dean and Sam begin shovelling in the hole.

'Let me out! I can save you! No. Don't,'

Bela slowly walks down the hallway of the motel and picks the look on a door. She removes a gun from her jacket and quietly enters. She raises the gun and puts two bullets into the bodies lying under the covers on each bed, then moves, turning on a bedside lamp. A clock beside the lamp shows it is 11:56 pm. Bela pulls back the covers to find a sex doll slowly deflating. She checks the other bed, two other sex dolls. The phone rings and she quickly picks it up.

'Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know. I felt your hand in my pocket, when you swiped that motel receipt,' Dean says to her as he is in the Impala with Sam and Hermione.

'You don't understand,'

'Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. See, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room. Something tucked above the door. An herb. Devil's shoestring? There's only one use for that. Holding hellhounds at bay. So you know what I did, we went back and we took another look at your folks obit. Turns out they died ten years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you. Bela. And it's come due. Is that why you stole the Colt, huh? Try to wiggle out of your deal, our gun for you soul?'

'Yes,'

'But stealing the Colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing,'

'They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam,'

'Really! Wow, demons untrustworthy. Shocker. That's, uh, kind of a tigh deadline too—what time is it? Well, look at that, almost midnight,'

'Dean, listen, I need help,' Bela says as she starts to cry.

'Sweetheart, we are weeks past help,'

'I know I don't deserve it,'

'You know what, you're right, you don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you,'

'I know, and save yourself. I know about your deal, Dean,'

'And who told you that?'

'The Demon that holds it. She holds mine too. She said she holds every deal,'

'She?'

'Her name is Lilith,'

'Lilith? Why should I believe you?'

'You shouldn't but it's the truth,'

'This can't help you, Bela, not now. Why are you telling me this?'

'Because just maybe you can kill the bitch,'

'I'll see you in hell,' Dean hangs up the phone.