"Ugh, I really, truly hate witches. They're gross." Dean slammed the door of the Impala, and started walking towards their room. He was exhausted after the hunt and he really wanted his four hours now. When he got to the door he still had to wait for Sam, since he had the key.
"I'm just a little worried. It seemed like they just ended a spell when we got there, I wonder if someone is dying right now." Sam sunk down in his bed, motel beds were not comfortable at all. Good thing they were planning on going back to the bunker tomorrow.
"We did everything we could, Sam. Stop worrying. We ended them, they can't hurt anyone else now." Dean headed towards the bathroom, he really needed a shower before bed. Sam just let out a disbelieving sound.
When Dean got out of the shower, Sam was already sleeping. Dean changed into new underwear, put on an old AC/DC T-shirt and jumped in bed. He fell asleep immediately.
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A new perspective
FanfictionJust another hunt, just another job. Nothing weirder than usual. People had started dropping dead in the most odd ways, and of course this drew the Winchester brothers to town. Dean wasn't very happy when Sam found the first hex bag, he really hated...
