Angels, demons, Lilith and the 66 seals.
Ever since the intervention of rescuing the eldest Winchester from Hell and bringing him back to life, the angels explain that they've arrived on Earth for the first time in two decades in order to prevent th...
The following day, Dean and Camryn decided to stake out the Wallace house while Sam and Madelyn stayed behind at the motel doing more research.
They had been at it for almost three hours when Madelyn released a heavy sigh and ran her fingers through her blonde locks.
"I think we're setting the bar too high on this one." She said, causing Sam to look at her with curious hazel eyes. "Luke wasn't having an affair, right? So, that means it couldn't be an older woman. But... What if it's someone younger?"
"Like who?" Sam asked with an arched brow.
"I don't know..." The blonde responded thoughtfully. "But something is telling me to look into it."
Before Sam could reply, a soft buzzing came from the table grabbing both of the young hunters' attention, the screen of the cellphone lighting up from an incoming call.
Picking up the phone and looking at the caller ID, Madelyn tossed the phone over to her best friend. "Dean." She said.
With a nod as he caught his cellphone in his hands, Sam answered the call and brought it up to his ear.
"Hey." His brother's voice sounded.
"Hey, man." He greeted and glanced at Madelyn, who watched him silently.
"Cami and I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again." Dean stated. "We've been sitting in front of her house for hours and we've got a big, steamy pile of nothing."
"Look, Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses." Sam replied. "There's gotta be some connection."
"Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a-- Son of a bitch." The eldest Winchester muttered.
"Quit whining." The youngest said with a roll of his eyes.
"No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch." This caused Sam to furrow his brow in confusion. "Tracy, she is here."
"What's she doing?" Sam questioned.
"Sam?" Madelyn whispered with an arched brow.
"She's-- Wait a minute.." Dean paused suddenly. "Why is Maddie whispering? Are you two doing the dirty? Sammy, you sly dog!"
Sam rolled his eyes, almost as if he could hear that his brother was smirking. "No." He said. "We were just researching."
Dean chuckled. "I'm sure you two were."
"Oh bite me!" The younger brother muttered.
"Nah, I'll leave that to Maddie." The eldest continued with his teasing.
"Alright, shut up." Sam said with a soft sigh. "Just get back here."
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"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?" Sam quizzed as Dean tossed his car keys onto the table, his gaze shifting between the eldest hunter and huntress.
"Tracy?" Dean began, earning a hum in response from his brother. "The Wallace's babysitter. Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace."
"Huh, interesting look for a centuries-old witch." The young hunter noted.
"Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldnt you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean questioned as a thoughtful expression graced his features. "I would, hmm.."
Madelyn grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, hitting him in the face. "Ew." She muttered as Camryn shook her head with distaste.
Dean narrowed his eyes at the young huntress who simply smirked at him before she turned towards the 64 hunter. "Tell them what we found on Sabrina the Teenage Witch."
"Well, Tracy's not as wholesome as she looks." Sam stated as he passed his laptop over to his brother. "Maddie and I did some digging - apparently she got into an altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from her school."
Dean turned his attention to the information that Sam and Madelyn had found, with Camryn leaning near him as they both read through the report.
With a nod, Dean looked at his brother and the girls. "Let's go talk to the teacher."
"Well, we better make it quick." Madelyn said. "The next kill could be soon."
