Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Malleus Maleficarum (2)

Malleus Maleficarum (2)

Kylie's POV

Blood was coating the walls in each photograph I pulled up of the victim's house. There were no real signs or sigils in the blood, which was good start, but the whole case seemed weird.

"What's up with the puzzled look?" Dean asked as he placed a cup of tea in front of my face. We were currently in the motel room, trying to figure out who would want to harm Janet Dutton.

I glanced up at him and shook my head as Dean sat down across from me, he was already sipping his own coffee, his green eyes on me.

"Something just seems . . . weird." I answered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Weirder than a woman choking on her on blood and teeth?" He asked one perfect brow raised. "I think that's pretty Coo Coo for Coco Puffs."

I rolled my eyes and put crossed my legs in my seat. "No, it just . . . Why Janet? She had the perfect life. The perfect husband. Why would someone want to go after her?"

Dean shook his head, a soft shrug pulling at his shoulders. "People go after good people all the time."

"True, but that's one hell of a way to kill someone." I pointed out.

Green orb's stared at me in confusion, occasionally blinking as Dean tried to put the puzzle pieces together. "I don't know what you're getting at."

Letting out a deep breath I started on my explanation, not exactly sure if I was correct or even in the same ball park as to what happened. "Witches are 85 percent of the time women, right?" I waited for him to nod in agreement before continuing. "And women are . . ." I trailed trying to come up with the right words. "Cut throat estrogen filled psychopaths." 

Dean snorted as he looked down into his coffee cup. "You can say that again."

I roughly punched him in the shoulder as he continued to snicker. "Most of the time it's men who made us that way ass." I snapped at him. "My point is, it sounds like someone was jealous of Janet. So much so that they killed her in one of the most horrific ways possible."

Dean frowned as he tried to rack all the information in his head, but it was simple. Someone was so jealous of Janet's life that they would do anything to destroy it. 

Suddenly my mind went to Lisa. I didn't hate the woman, but I was jealous of her. Jealous that she had something that Dean wanted. Something I didn't have, however, I couldn't imagine putting some kind of hex on the woman to destroy her life, and I had a lot of information that could help me do that.

Dean leaned back in his seat and let out a breath, his broad chest deflating. "Okay, so say that you're right. Some witch was so jealous of Janet that they killed her. Why not kill Paul Dutton too?"

Dean had a point. Why would they just go after Janet Dutton and not her husband? He had equally as much as Janet.. Hell, he was the one that provided everything for his wife.

My eyes widened as realization hit. I got to my feet and went straight to the bag on my bed, pulling a lighter and a small torch.

"What are you doing?" Dean called from the table.

"Paul Dutton wasn't touched because he's the one who started this." I turned to face him, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair I had been sitting on. Dean rose to his feet, an eyebrow cocked in question.

"What the hell does that mean? You think her husband is the witch?" 

"No, I think Paul Dutton got a little too close with a witch." I slid my arms into my leather jacket. "Women might be psychopaths, but it's only because men made them that way." I reminded him. "Come on, we gotta go."