Livin' On Love

38. The Magnificent Seven

OAK PARK, ILLINOIS

A man, in his 30s, with red hair and a beard, exited the house with a bag of garbage. He took it out to the garbage cans and stuffed it in. As he walked back to the house, the garbage cans rattled. He stared and walked cautiously towards them. They continued to rattle and he looked up to see a demonic cloud swirling over the Chicago skyline in the distance. Panicked, her ran back towards the house, but topped before he got there. A tendril of demon smoke poured into his mouth. He opened his eyes, revealing them to be demonic black. The possessed man stood, looking towards the rest of the demonic cloud streaming through Chicago and smiled.

ONE WEEK LATER

Sam was sitting in the Impala, reading a book. The header at the page Sam was reading said Dr. Faustus. He looked up to see Dean inside the house across from him; he was wearing only an undershirt. Dean grinned and gave Sam a double-thumbs up, and Sam shook his head, smiling fondly. Iris joined him and Dean shut the curtains. They were undressing each other in silhouette. Sam's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sam," Bobby greeted.

"Hey, Bobby."

"Whatcha doing?"

"Oh, same old, same old."

"You buried in that book again?"

Sam paused and Bobby grimaced before he continued. "Sam, you and Iris want to break Dean free of that demon deal, you ain't gonna find the answer in no book."

"Then where, Bobby?"

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

Sam, without missing a beat, said, "Polling the electorate."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"Well, you boys and girl better pack it up. I think I finally found something."

Sam hung up and got out of the car and walked inside the house. He knocked on the bedroom door and opened it slowly.

"Dean?" Sam called, entering the room. "Dean, you -- you and Iris conscious? Bobby called, and he thinks that maybe we-" He stared in horror. "Oh, God."

Sam made his way back to the Impala.

Dean and Iris got in the car and they started driving.

"Let me see your knife," Sam said.

"What for?" Dean asked.

"So I can gouge my eyes out."

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

"It's a part of you I never wanted to see, Dean. I'm glad I didn't see any of Iris apart from the shoulders and above."

Dean chuckled and slapped Sam on the thigh. "Hey, I appreciate you giving me and Iris a little quality time."

"No problem," Sam replied quietly.

"Really? Well, I got to say, I was expecting a weary sigh or an eye roll, something."

"Not at all. You deserve to have a little fun."

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

"Not much. Crop failure and a cicada swarm outside of Lincoln, Nebraska. Could be demonic omens."

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

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

"Any freaky deaths?"

"No, nothing Bobby could find -- not yet, anyway."