Chapter 03 - Metamorphosis

Addison stands behind Sam as he interrogates the demon tied to a chair. Ruby was on Sam's other side. Addison didn't trust the demon, but Sam did and she had reluctantly gotten used to the demon being around. "Where's Lilith," Sam questions.

The demon glares at them. "Kiss my ass."

Sam darkly smiles. "I'd watch myself if I were you."

"Why? Huh? Because you're Sam Winchester, Mr. Big Hero? And yet here you are, slutting around with some demon. Real hero."

"Shut your mouth."

"Tell more about those months without your brother. About all the things you and the demon bitch do in the dark. Huh? Tell me, hero."

An angry look appears on Sam's face. He holds out his hand and closes his eyes. Slowly, the demon comes out of the man and burns as it goes through the floor. Addison watches as Sam takes a deep breath. She walks up to the man and places her fingers on his neck, searching for a pulse. "He's good," Addison says, moving behind the man.

Sam smiles and looks at Ruby. "How'd it feel," Ruby asks.

"Good. No more headaches," Sam answers.

"None? That's good."

The man in the chair groans and Addison helps him up. "Hey. It's okay. I got you," she softly tells him. She starts towards the door with the man but stops. Dean was blocking the exit, an extremely angry look on his face. "Crap."

"So, anything you two wanna tell me, Sam," Dean coldly greets, walking towards his brother.

Addison leans the man against the wall, nervously watching Dean. This was not how she wanted Dean to find out. Sam sighs. "Dean, hold on, okay? Just let me—"

"You gonna say 'let me explain?' You're gonna explain this? How about this? Why don't you start with who she is and what the hell is she doing here?"

Sam and Ruby exchange a look. "It's good to see you again, Dean," Ruby greets.

Dean glances at Addison but she avoids his gaze. "Ruby," he disbelievingly asks and the demon smiles. "Is that Ruby?"

Sam doesn't answer and after a moment, Dean shoves Ruby against the wall. He pulls out the knife, but Sam grabs his arm before he stabs her. "Don't!" Addison moves out of the way as Sam and Dean fight for the knife. Sam gets the knife and Ruby shoves Dean against the wall. "Ruby! Stop it," Sam orders. Ruby stares at Dean, then lets go of him, taking a step back.

"Well, aren't you an obedient little bitch," Dean says.

"Ruby," Sam warns and motions to the man. "Ruby, he's hurt. Go." Ruby gives Dean a cold look and walks over to the man. She pulls his arm around her shoulder.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"The ER…unless you want to go another round first," Ruby retorts, then makes her way out of the cabin.

A tense silence fills the room and Sam stares at his brother. "Dean." He doesn't say anything and walks out of the room. "Dean!"

Sam looks up from the book he was reading to watch Addison pace around the motel room. Ever since they came back, it's what she had been doing. "Ads—"

"This is why you should've told him, Sam," Addison interrupts. "And I mean everything."

Sam runs a hand over his face. "Look, everything's gonna be okay. Dean just needs time to cool down."

"Cool down," Addison disbelievingly repeats. "Cool down!? Dean's pissed. He's not just gonna cool down within a few hours. When he comes back, Sam, you are gonna—"

Sam stands up and grabs her shoulders. "Let's go get something to eat."

Addison rolls her eyes. "Stop trying to distract me."

"I'm not distracting you," Sam amusedly replies. He rubs her arms. "Everything's gonna be fine, Ads. You gotta stop worrying so much. And I will tell Dean in my own time."

Addison sighs. "How mad do you think he is?"

"I'm pretty sure Dean knows that I make my own decisions, Ads. Don't worry." Sam pulls her into a tight embrace and she buries her face in his chest.

The door opens and they pull apart as Dean enters the room. He grabs his duffel bag and starts packing his stuff. "Dean, what are you doing," Addison nervously asks.

Dean ignores her and she looks at Sam. He walks over to his brother. "What? Are you — are you leaving," Sam asks him.

"You guys don't need me. You two and Ruby go fight demons," Dean coldly replies and starts to leave the room, but Sam blocks his way.

"Hold on. Dean, come on, man." Dean punches him and Sam turns by the force behind it. Addison jumps and moves towards the bathroom. "You satisfied?" Dean punches him once more and then throws his bag on the floor. "I guess not."

"Do you even know how far off the reservation you've gone? How far from normal? From human?"

"I'm just exorcising demons."

"With your mind!" Dean takes a deep breath. "What else can you do?"

"I can send them back to Hell. It only works with demons and that's it."

Dean grabs the front of Sam's shirt and pushes him towards the wall. "What else can you do?"

"I told you," Sam yells and pushes Dean off of him.

"And I have every reason in the world to believe that."

"Look, I should have said something," Sam says as Dean starts towards Addison, but stops. "I'm sorry, Dean. I am. But try to see the other side here."

Dean turns to him. "The other side?"

"I'm pulling demons out of innocent people," Sam answers.

"Use the knife," Dean angrily shouts.

"The knife kills the victim! What I do, most of them survive! Look, I've saved more people in the past five months than we save in a year."

"That what Ruby want you to think? Huh? Kind of like the way she tricked you into using your powers? Slippery slope, brother. Just wait and see. Because it's gonna get darker and darker and God knows where it ends." Dean turns to Addison. "You should've told me about this the minute that I came back."

"I - I - Dean," Addison stutters, taking a step back. "I'm sorry."

"I don't wanna hear your damn apology, Addison! You should've told me!"

"Leave her out of this," Sam angrily says. "Dean, I'm not gonna let it go too far."

Dean coldly smiles at him and grabs the lamp on the dresser. He throws it against the wall and Addison stares at him, fear written in her gaze. "It's already gone too far, Sam! If I didn't know you…I would wanna hunt you." Sam nods and looks down at the worn carpet. "And so would other hunters."

Sam looks at him. "You were gone. I was here. I had to keep fighting without you. And what I'm doing…it works."

"Well, tell me. If it's so terrific…then why'd you lie about it," Dean demands and Sam looks down. "Why did an angel tell me to stop you?"

Addison stares at Dean, confusion written on her face. "What are you talking about," she quietly asks.

"Cas said that if I don't stop Sam, he will," Dean tells her. He turns to his younger brother. "See what that means, Sam? That means that God doesn't want you doing this. So, are you just gonna stand there and tell me everything is all good?"

A tense silence falls over the room and Addison looks at the ground. A phone rings and she flinches. "Hello," Sam answers. "Hey, Travis. Yeah, hey, uh…It's good to hear your voice too. Yeah. Um, look, it's not really a good time right now. It's…Yeah, okay. Uh, well, just give me the details, and, uh…Carthage, Missouri. Looking for Jack Montgomery." Silence once more falls over the room and Addison takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears.

"I can't believe it. Mom, a hunter," Sam says after a moment. Dean had explained the trip back in time he had taken and what had happened. Neither of them expected that Mary Winchester had been a hunter at one time or that Patrick Sloan had been good friends with their mother and grandparents.

"I wouldn't have believe it either if I hadn't seen it myself. That woman could kick some ass. I mean, she almost took me down," Dean replies, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Addison leaning against the door, asleep.

"How'd she look? I mean…was she happy?"

"Yeah, she was awesome. Funny and smart. So hopeful…Dad, too. Until of course…" Sam lets out a sigh and Dean glances at him. "What?"

"Nothing." A silence settles over them and Sam looks at him. "It's just, our parents. And now we find out our grandparents too? Our whole family murdered and for what? So Yellow Eyes could get in my nursery and bleed in my mouth?"

"Sam, I never said anything about demon blood," Dean replies and looks at Sam to see a guilty look on his face. "You knew about that?"

"Yeah, for about a year."

"A whole year?"

"I should have told you. I'm sorry."

"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam. But whatever. You don't want to tell me, you don't have to. It's fine."

"Dean," Sam says and turns back to look out the window. "Whatever." He glance in the side mirror at Addison. "You don't think that Patrick told Addison, do you?"

Dean looks in the rearview mirror. He looks back at the dark highway. "Ads wouldn't lie about that."

"Are you sure that's him," Dean asks, looking through the binoculars at the man inside the house they were sitting in front of. It was a regular two story house in a suburban neighborhood. Two cars were parked in the drive way. The man walks into the kitchen where a dark haired woman was cooking.

"Only Jack Montgomery in town," Sam responds.

"And we're looking for…"

"Travis said to keep an eye for anything weird."

"Well, Travis' definition of weird is different from my definition of weird. This guys seems like a normal guy having a normal beer after a crappy day at work," Addison says, looking through a pair of binoculars.

"Well, I don't know, Ads. Travis seemed pretty sure," Sam replies and holds up his pair binoculars. They watch as Jack starts to chew down on food from the fridge, including eating uncooked hamburger. "I'd say that qualifies as weird."

They enter the motel room and Addison rolls her eyes when Dean and Sam suddenly stop in front of her. "Travis," Sam greets. Travis was an older hunter. He had a buzz cut of grey hair and his right arm was in a cast up to his elbow. He was sitting at the table, with a beer in his good hand.

"See, Sam. Told you we should have hid the beer," Dean says and Travis stands up.

"Smart ass. Get over here," Travis replies, laughing. He hugs Dean. "Ahh, good to see you."

"You too."

They pull part and Travis pulls Sam into a hug. "Good to see you."

"You too, Travis," Sam replies and they pulls apart.

"Man, you got tall, kid," Travis comments and they laugh. "How long has it been?"

"Ah, gotta be ten years."

"You still a…oh, what was it…a mathlete?"


"Yep, sure is," Dean jokes and Travis' gaze lands on Addison.

"And if it isn't little Addison Sloan all grown up and still short. Last time I saw your old man, he couldn't stop bragging about you going to that fancy school," Travis says and pulls Addison into a hug.

"Yale. That fancy school was Yale," Addison correct, awkwardly patting Travis on the back. She didn't have a problem with Travis. She just didn't like him. She moves to stand beside Sam.

"Been too long. I mean, look at you. Grown up. John and Patrick would have been damn proud of you. Sticking together like this."

Addison forces a smile. She doubted that Patrick or John would've been proud of them. "Yeah," Dean says. "Yeah, we're as thick as thieves. Nothing more important than family."

"Sorry, I'm late for the dance," Travis says, sitting back down at the table. "Thanks for helping out an old man. I'm a little, uh, shorthanded. So, you track down Montgomery?"

"Yeah," Addison replies. "He was at his house."


"Well, he had a hell of case of the munchies, topped off with a burger her forgot to cook," Dean says.

Travis nods. "That's him all right."

"What's him?"

"We got a rougarou on our hands."

A confused look appears on Dean's face. He glances at Sam who had a impassive face while Addison seemed confused also. "A rougarou? Is that made up? That sounds made up."

"They're mean, nasty little suckers. Rotted teeth, wormy skin. The works."

"Yeah, except that Mr. Jack Montgomery seemed more like a douche from the Wall Street than ugly ass monster," Addison counters.

"He'll turn ugly soon enough. They start out human, for all intents and purposes."

"So, what? They go through some kind of metamorphosis," Sam questions.

"Yep, like a maggot turning into a bull fly. But most of all, they're hungry."

"Hungry for what," Dean asks.

"At first for everything, but then…for long pig."

Sam lets out a breath as Addison tenses. Dean frowns. "Long pig?"

"He means human flesh," Sam explains.

"And that is my word of the day."

"Hunger grows in till they can't fight it. Till they got to take themselves a big, juicy chomp and then it happens," Travis continues.

"So, what happens," Addison asks.

"They transform completely and fast. One bite's all it takes. Eyes, teeth, skin; all turns. No going back either. They feed once, they're a monster forever. And our man Jack's headed there on a bullet train."

"Well, how'd you find this guy if he's a walking, talking human," Dean questions.

"Let's just say it runs in his family."

"You mean, uh…" Sam trails off.

"Killed his daddy back in '78. Son of a bitch mangled eight bodies before I put him down. Guy used to be a dentist. Cadillac, trophy wife…little did I know, pregnant trophy wife. She put the boy up for adoption. By the time I found out, he was long gone, lost in the system."

Sam shoots him a disbelieving look. "You mean to tell me you couldn't find someone?"

Travis sighs and takes a swig of beer. "I'm not sure I wanted to. The idea of hunting down some poor kid…I don't think I'd have the heart. No. I wanted to wait, make damn sure I had the right man. Apparently, I do."

Addison stops in front of Sam as they walk back towards the motel. She had enjoyed their impromptu research trip, since it gave them a chance to have alone time. Even if it was mostly spent in a local library. "Remember what you told me," she says. "About when I asked you if we were monsters for doing what we do."

Sam sighs. "Ads—"

"Sam, you know that Dean didn't mean what he said. Besides, if Dean did mean it, I'd totally kick his ass. And we both know who'd win."

Sam laughs. "Yeah, Dean would."

"Uh, hello. I seem to remember kicking your ass this summer."

"Yeah, but I was going easy on you."

Addison gasps. "Sam!"

He drapes his arm around her shoulders as they start towards the motel. "But you would put up a good fight, Ads."

"Now, you're just trying to get out of the doghouse." She opens the door and they walk in to find Dean and Travis making torches out of small portable propane cans. "Wow, you two don't waste anytime."

"None to waste," Travis tells her. "The guy hulks out, we won't be finding bodies, just remains."

"What if he doesn't hulk out," Sam says, sitting down on a bed. "Me and Ads did a little homework. Uh, we've been checking out the lore on rougarous."

"What? My thirty years of experience not good enough for you two?"

"What? No. No, I - I - I just wanted to be prepared. I mean, not that you didn't—"

"Sam loves research," Dean interrupts. "He does. He keeps it under his mattress right next to his KY. It's a sickness. It is."

"Travis, everything you said, we found," Addison says. "But we also found a few other stores about people with the rougarou gene. They start to turn, but they don't take that final step."


"If they never eat human flesh, they don't turn all the way."

"So, what? Go vegan, stay human?"

"Basically," Sam continues. "Or in this case, eat a lot of raw meat, just not…"

"Long pig."


Dean smiles at them, but Addison knew it wasn't genuine. "Good on you two for the due diligence, Sam," Travis says. "But those are fairy tales. Fact is, every rougarou I ever saw or heard of…took that bite."

"Okay, well, that doesn't mean that Jack will."

"So, what do we do? Sit and hope and wait for a body count?"

"No, we talk to him. Explain what's happening. That way he can fight it," Sam argues.

Travis scoffs. "Fight it? Are you kidding me? You ever been really hungry? I mean, haven't eaten in days hungry?"

"Yeah," Dean answers.

"Yeah. Right then. So, somebody slaps a big, juicy sirloin in front of you, you walk away? That's what we are to him now, meat on legs. I'm sorry. I'm sure he's a stand up guy, but it's pure base instinct. Everything in nature's gotta eat. You think he can stop himself cause he's nice?"

Sam stonily stares at Travis. "I don't know. But we're not gonna kill him unless he does something to get killed for."

Addison watches as Sam walks out of the room. She stands there for a moment, then goes after him. She easily catches up with him in the parking lot. "We'll go talk to him," she says. "I'll go get the keys from Dean and we'll go talk to Jack."

Sam lets out a frustrated breath. "Yeah, okay."

Addison looks between the brothers. Dean was in the driver's seat while Sam was in the passenger seat. The tension was thick. And it had been that way since they climbed into the Impala. "All right, so we're gonna go have a little chat with this guy, which you know…I'm down," Dean says, breaking the silence. "But I just want to make sure, if push comes, you're gonna shove."

Sam tears his gaze from the passing scenery. "Meaning?"

"Well, odds are we're gonna have to burn this guy alive."

"This guy has a name and a wife."

"Yeah, who we're probably gonna make a widow, okay? I mean you heard Travis. He's gonna turn. They always turn."

"Well, maybe he won't. Maybe he can fight it off."

"And maybe he can't. That's all I'm saying."

"All right, we'll just have to see, then okay?"

Dean sighs. "This is what I mean, Sam. You sure your emotions aren't getting in the way here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know, nice dude, but he's got something evil inside. Something in his blood. Maybe you can relate."

An angry look appears on Sam's face. "Stop the car."


Sam glares at him. "Stop the car or I will!" Dean pulls the Impala off the road. Sam opens the door and quickly climbs out. Addison follows suit, a worried look on her face. Dean climbs out as Sam slams his door shut. "You want to know why I've been lying to you, Dean? Because of crap like this."

"Like what," Dean asks, walking around the Impala to meet Sam.

"The way you talk to me, the way you look at me like I'm a freak!"

"I do not."

"You know, or even worse, like I'm an idiot! Like I don't know the difference between right and wrong!" Dean starts towards, then stops. Sam looks at him. "What?"

"Do you know the difference, Sam," Dean angrily asks. "I mean, you've been kind of strolling a dark road lately."

"You have no idea what I'm going through. None."

"Then enlighten me!"

"I've got demon blood in me, Dean! This disease pumping through my veins and I can't ever rip it out or scrub it clean! I'm a whole new level of freak! And I'm just trying to take this - this curse and make something good out of it. Because I have to."

Addison watches as Dean stares at Sam, who was staring at the ground. She had no idea what to do. But she also knew that nothing she said could make things better. "Let's just go talk to the guy," Dean says after a moment. Sam scoffs. "I mean Jack. Okay?" Sam nods and Dean walks back around the Impala. Addison softly smiles at Sam as they climb into the Impala.

The backyard of the Montgomery's house was spacious with many flowerbeds. A fountain was in the middle and Addison could see a hummingbird feeder hanging from the back porch. A man was watering flowers, not paying any attention to what he was doing. "Jack Montgomery," Addison asks, moving over to him. He blinks and looks at them. "Hi. I'm Addison Sloan and this is Sam and Dean Winchester. We need to talk to you."

"About," Jack asks, looking between the trio.

"You and how you're changing."

"Excuse me."

"You're probably feeling your bones move under your skin. And your appetite's reaching, you know, hungry hungry hippo levels," Dean says. "How am I doing so far?"

Jack stares at them. "Who the hell are you guys?"

"We're people who know a little something about something."

"We're people who can help," Sam clarifies. "Please, just hear us out."

Addison and Sam explain everything they know about rougarous to Jack. He stares at them in disbelief. "A - a what?"

"A rougarou," Dean answers. "Sounds made up, I know, but believe me, it's not."

Jack sighs and turns away from them. "All right. I've noticed certain things. I mean, some strange things. But I just…I - I don't know. I'm…I'm sick or something."

"Your father was a rougarou," Addison tells. Jack looks at her, stunned. "Your biological father. You inherited it from him."

"No. Are - are you guys listening to yourselves? You sound like you're—"

"Skip the whole 'you guys sound crazy' shall we," Dean interrupts. "You're hungry, Jack. You're only gonna get hungrier."

"Hungrier for…"

"Long pig. You know, a little manburger helper may have crossed your mind already."

Jack shakes his head. "No."

"It doesn't have to be like this, Jack," Sam tells him. "You can fight it off."


"Other people have," Addison says.

"We're not gonna lie to you, though. It's not gonna be easy. You're gonna feel like an alcoholic swimming around in whiskey. But I'm telling you. You gotta say no or…" Dean trails off.

"Or what," Jack demands.

Addison sighs. "If you feed once, then it's over. And we have to…stop you."

"Stop me? My dad, did, uh, somebody stop him?"


"Get off my property right now. I see you guys again, I'm calling the cops."

"Jack, your wife, everybody you know, they're in danger," Sam says, hoping that Jack would listen to him.


They notice a neighbor look over the fence. Addison grabs Sam's arm as they walk out of the backyard. "Good talk," Dean retorts. Addison shoots him a glare, then sighs.

Addison stares out at the dark street. They had followed Jack after he left his house earlier that evening. Currently, he was sitting on a bench across the street from an apartment building. Suddenly, Jack stands up and walks over to the building. "Damn it, Jack. No," Sam says. Addison silently hands him and Dean torches as they climb out of the Impala.

After seeing which apartment Jack was going to, they run into the building. The boys kick down the door and burst into the apartment. A young woman wearing a t-shirt and panties screams. "Wait," Dean shouts, as the woman runs back into her bedroom and slams the door shut. "Whoa, uh, we're here to save you, I guess."

"I'm calling the police," the woman screams.

"We should go," Sam says, backing out of the apartment.

"Yeah," Dean agrees.

Addison rolls her eyes and quietly closes the door. "You two are unbelievable," she quietly says, pushing past them. Dean glares at her and she shakes her head.

They pull up in front of Jack's house. As they climb out, torches in hand, they see a familiar truck parked across the street. "I guess now we know where Travis is," Dean says, walking around the Impala.

"That stupid son of a bitch," Sam comments as they walk up to the house.

Dean glances at Sam, but remains silent. He slowly opens the door and they enter the house. Addison closes the door behind them and then looks around. A chair was knocked over. The trio stop seeing a trail of blood on the white carpet. They follow the trail behind the couch and Addison quickly looks away seeing chunks of meat. "Oh, God. Think that's Travis," Dean asks.

"What's left of him at least," Addison softly answers.

"Guess you were right about Jack," Sam sadly states. Addison looks at him. Suddenly, Dean's tackled across the room. He lands on a coffee table and gets knocked out. Addison quickly moves as Jack turns his sight on Sam. Jack moves toward Sam as he struggles to get his torch lit. Addison runs up and slams her torch on the back of Jack's head, hoping to buy Sam a few minutes. Jack turns around and wraps a hand around her throat. Then he throws her into a column and she falls to the ground, unconscious.

Addison slowly opens her eyes. She couldn't see Sam, but she could see Dean still on the coffee table. Jack was sitting on the floor by the coffee table. "Dean? Addison," Sam calls out. She snaps her eyes shut when Jack looks in her direction.

"Dean and Addison can't come to the phone right now," Jack replies, turning back to look at Dean.

A bang comes from a door. "Jack! If you hurt them, I swear to God!"

"Calm down! They're alive. But not if you don't calm down."

"All right, Jack. Listen. Open the door. We can figure this out, okay?"

Addison opens her eyes. She glances at Jack to find him staring at Dean. Quietly, she rolls onto her back. She bites her lip to keep in the groan of pain. She sees her torch a couple of feet to her right.

Jack bitterly laughs. "We'll have ourselves a little brainstorming session."

"Jack. Please."

Addison slowly scoots to her right. She kept one eye on Jack's back. She freezes when Jack glances in her direction, but he was paying more attention to Sam.

"I don't think so. After what you did?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You sent your friend here. He tried to burn my wife alive."

"What? Why?"

Addison reaches her hand out and clasps the torch's handle. She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a silver zippo.

"He didn't say. I guess psychopaths don't have to explain themselves."

Hearing Jack move, Addison looks to see him moving over Dean's body. She flips open her zippo.

"Listen to me. You gotta believe me. We never would have hurt her, okay?"

"Oh, God. I'm so hungry."

"Jack, don't do this."

"I can't ever see my family again. You three…your friend. You made me into this!"

Addison takes a deep breath and slowly stands up. She lights her zippo and Jack turns to her. She takes a couple of steps back and Jack walks towards her.

"No one's making you kill us," Sam continues. "Listen to me. You got this dark pit inside you. I know. Believe me, I know. But that doesn't mean you have to fall into it. You don't have to be a monster. It doesn't matter what you are. It only matters what you do. It's your choice."

Jack tackles her to the floor. Addison brings her legs up under him and shoves him off. She jumps up and fires the torch at him. Jack falls to the floor in the flames. A door slams open and she looks up to see Sam. His shoulders slump in defeat. A low groan causes Addison to turn and see Dean looking at them.

Addison glances at the bathroom when the shower comes on, then back at Sam. He was sitting on a bed, staring at the TV but not really watching. She stands in front of him, arms crossed over her chest. "You're really done with it," she asks. A confused look crosses his face. "I heard you and Dean talking earlier."

Sam chuckles. "You're never really sleeping, are you?"

She smirks. "I'm not gonna reveal all my superpowers."

"Yeah, I'm giving it up."

Addison smiles. "Good."

"You were pretty badass today, taking out Jack by yourself. Kinda like Buffy."

Addison grabs the remote and sits down on the bed next to him. "I was thinking more badass like Faith."